"Would you let mark you?"
My toes wiggle on the carpet while I stand up. Holding her hand, standing under her gaze from that bit of height she has over makes my question... a bit interesting.
> So does the nudity, but that often makes everything just a bit more interesting... <
I’m starting to realize that what I’m feeling for her is gradually patching up the cracks that they made back then. That the field of flowers in my soul has been showing how much better off I am when I am just with her.
When I try to hold her feelings inside and not just let it keep slipping out through the damage. Maybe soday my heart can even fit youthful optimism again, without using any negativity to strangle it.
Maybe it can even believe that a certain amount of impermanence in love is acceptable. Very unlikely, considering my plan going forward here, but...
Even if it doesn’t gain those abilities, I’m very glad we can hold such a thing in our arms. That she’s the one holding him with after all my vain attempts to push her away failed.
And I am especially glad that she is sharp enough of a person to look confused. At my specific phrasing.
"By that... you an without doing it back to you, don’t you?"
"Very quick for a wolf. That is exactly what I ant."
My heart pounded nervously despite how sure I was of how correctly I have gauged things with her. That she would go and do things just *exactly* as she does. Predictable.
Kneeling down and placing Asha on the carpet close enough for to gather the dark furred pup should I wish, remaining close enough for to easily reach out and touch her white head of hair...
And for a mont I think how easily she could reach over and pull by the back of the thighs, toward her face. But I’m trying to keep things... I’m trying to...
> Crap, I forgot what I was trying to do. <
Her fingers pulling aside the soft collar of her shirt, to symbolically expose her smooth skin right where her neck t her shoulder brings back to things. Yes. Marking. That’s what we were talking about.
"If that’s what my mate, my Princess, my mistress, my light and life-"
Placing my palm over her mouth while leaning forward, leaning down over her just sitting there so obediently, I suppress the thought that I should have gotten her back. Should have shut her up with a kiss.
"...Laying it on a little thick, Pyari. Though I see now what sort of things Edgar taught you. You won’t make agree to accept yours by being too lovely, you know."
Her free hand places fingers through my hair and pets the thick strands against my face. Slides down and rubs along my upper arm until I let my left hand fall away from her lips.
> Never looks away from my eyes. I feel like she knows! She knows what I’d rather be doing right now than talking about- <
"Citra. I’ve never agreed to sothing like this either, so you’ll have to forgive for not understanding the acceptable level of romantic energy."
Pulling down and stretching the fabric much further, until it visibly began digging into the other side of her neck. Her words are always in such concert with her actions. And my thoughts are always in such gutters.
> An inch and a half further and I would see sothing that she can on , but has been plenty nice about not making a big deal of while I am nursing... <
"If being too ecstatic that the person I love is asking to trust them is offputting... maybe you will have to learn to accept that side of . But I am ready to accept this from you."
My heart pounded with thumps I was sure she could feel it on my human fingertips. As they reach out and touch that bare skin and collarbone she was telling to take as I wish.
To take in hybrid maw right here and now. Let the primal magic of this species for forming deep, mystical contracts claim her, and only her, as my own.
Agreent so readily given, without any thought that she may regret it. And though I expected her to act this way, I was still overco with emotion. The kind that wet my eyes as I closed them.
"...What are you doing?"
She asked in a tone that didn’t understand why I gently pulled her hand away from her own shirt. Why I wiggled the fabric it back into place and pat it down with so sort of finality to the matter.
"You’re really very unbelievable."
"That doesn’t sound like you an it as a complint."
"In this case I do. But I also don’t. How your pack has managed not to rally against under Luca’s lead for the insanity I induce in you is truly beyond my understanding."
Picking up the child that started to wiggle around for warmth, I bring him to my chest and stand. Walk the short distance to the playpen area and put him there, just in case he tries to move around.
"It’s warm enough in here. He will be fine for a little while. And I do think that this will take a little while. Take off your clothes."
For only a mont I feel like she has the wrong idea. As I watch her eyes roam my naked form. But as fun as that ti might be, I can wait. There are more important things to settle.
"Not just my shirt? Are you not marking ?"
"So very perceptive this morning. In order to mark , you would likely want to take them all off. That is what I am ordering you to do, Kyrie. Mark ."
For a second the orange ringing her eyes blazes brightly, covers them fully. Her wolf hearing that the link will be granted *finally* must have excited it.
But her face did not light up nearly so much. Even though I am tilting my neck and framing the place for her to bite with my hand.
"I don’t understand entirely, but I feel like sothing is wrong with this situation."
"Your instincts are very good."
"You still don’t intend for both of us to mark each other, do you?"
"I do not. Well done, now strip."
Using her palms to scrub her forehead, pushing back her hair with a frown, she looks at a little upset. As upset as I should have felt when *she* agreed to take mine on! If she thinks I would have let that happen, then she doesn’t understand as well as she thought.
"...It was a test. You asking for my permission."
> Oh, maybe she does understand. <
"Most things are tests, sweet wolf. Now you will mark one-sidedly, just like you would have let do to you. Then that pull you have been feeling since we t, the call that is making you obsess over , it will be complete for you - and no longer a burden."
"But it will remain doubly for you. You know what that does to werewolves, don’t you? To have the process started but unfinished."
Finding myself laughing at her daring to get angry, I try to maintain a serious deanor, but she makes it hard. She’s just so earnest right now that I simply cannot be!
"I often think of myself as a hypocrite, but this might be the first ti I can genuinely call you one without any reserve. You were perfectly willing to subject yourself to even more longing for , silly wolf."
"Of course I am."
"Which is why you are unbelievable! Did you even stop to think what *only* you walking around marked by ** would be like, politically?"
"Acceptable risks. They already know what I’ve done for you. That you were of higher importance."
Snorting and doubling over, I laugh so much I can’t breath. Wheezing so hard that I’m scared Asha will wake up, I put my hands on my hips and look up to the ceiling to calm myself.
"Truly, what was I thinking earlier? You are absolutely hopeless. Abominably lost in all this love you keep expressing."
I’m not sure I’ve ever discussed sothing so crucial, with such long consequences, with so much humor alive in my heart. Certainly, I’ve pretended to be amused... or ridiculed soone to the point I grew truly entertained.
But have I actually laughed like this at all in two decades?
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