07-26-2019, 10:16 AM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
These are the moments he had always loved. The ones he had always cherished. The times when the world could be forgotten for a while and they could simply be themselves. When they could lose themselves in happiness and playful banter.
Lynx had always resisted such things, but Fox, for all his boyish, teasing demeanor, is equally stubborn and persistent. She had always needed reminding that life is about more than dark thoughts and worry. And Fox had always been happy to provide. Now though, it seems she is the one who is reminding him.
As she nibbles at his lips, her eyes alight sinful charm, lips curling in a decidedly impish way, a sudden realization washes through him.
They complete each other. In the very best of ways.
If he hadn’t known it before, he would have known then how very much he had grown to love her. His own lips curl in response to that infectious teasing of hers, and he sidles closer, lipping at the delicate hollow above her mouth as though he might draw her back to him when she pulls back. His amber eyes dancing, he replies in a low, decidedly flirty tone, “Only when it truly matters.”
But then she is tossing out her challenge before slipping so easily from his grasp. Head lifting abruptly, a startled laugh escapes his lips as he stares at her retreating haunches. It takes a moment for his thoughts to catch-up, but when they do, his own hooves are digging into the soft loam as he charges after her.
Lynx had always resisted such things, but Fox, for all his boyish, teasing demeanor, is equally stubborn and persistent. She had always needed reminding that life is about more than dark thoughts and worry. And Fox had always been happy to provide. Now though, it seems she is the one who is reminding him.
As she nibbles at his lips, her eyes alight sinful charm, lips curling in a decidedly impish way, a sudden realization washes through him.
They complete each other. In the very best of ways.
If he hadn’t known it before, he would have known then how very much he had grown to love her. His own lips curl in response to that infectious teasing of hers, and he sidles closer, lipping at the delicate hollow above her mouth as though he might draw her back to him when she pulls back. His amber eyes dancing, he replies in a low, decidedly flirty tone, “Only when it truly matters.”
But then she is tossing out her challenge before slipping so easily from his grasp. Head lifting abruptly, a startled laugh escapes his lips as he stares at her retreating haunches. It takes a moment for his thoughts to catch-up, but when they do, his own hooves are digging into the soft loam as he charges after her.
Fox
