After the first lavender's had been planted, she scoured the territory for new seedlings or traces of seeds themselves. Much of the plant life had withered away, and made useless for further purposes but gradually, she was able to strip away the bramble and dirt to find the smallest of growth from which she could use for her garden. Moss had started to appear near her garden, although she put it to good use. It could be used for soaking up water, which would be useful when treating wounds. Officially, she had not had any patients, but she prefered it that way until she obtained her Caregiver trade, which then she would specialize in the Medic department. However, she needed to be prepared, which meant having all her supplies at the ready.

In the end, she could only find a couple of poppy seeds, which were certainly not enough for it to have the full effect it could give. No matter, they would appear in more bundles once the flowers came into full bloom. Perhaps then would she adopt an apprentice, or was that too far fetched for anyone to take her serious. No, she was quite capable and even though she held hardly much muscle on her, she had her own strengths.  

The man moved forward gracefully, seeking his future-queen with a desperate need growing in the pit of his stomach. She did not return his affection often enough, and he longed to be with her as more than just a leader. He wished to speak with her though, for her independent nature was just too much for him to handle sometimes. Her firey attitude that propelled herself so far from him was what lured him in though, and he simply could not help but fall deeper in love with her.

He found her among a garden of herbs, where her dusty pelt melted beautifully in with her surroundings. He smiled as he approached, ducking beneath some low branches before he revealed himself. 

"Beautiful day," he greeted her, a warm smile sent her way. "You look lovely," he added, tail waving behind him. His blue eyes glinted with mischief, although he doubted hers would return his warm gaze.

She looked up from her bundle of herbs as Aaron greeted her. It was true, she had undeniably been avoiding his attempts at making a move with her, but the origin of her inner defiance was unknown to her. She had never denied anyone, nor been sought out in the way that he was, and her experience accounted for her lack of understanding. But she had hardly given him a chance, which wasn't fair in the slightest. Her empathetic heart did not approve of her unruly attitude, and she sighed, willing to participate in whatever love affair attempt Aaron had planned.

She blushed furiously, meeting his gaze before quickly diverting it. "Thank you," But there was something mischievous about his tone, the glint in his eyes that allured her yet frightened her all the same. Truly, she did not want safe, she wanted adventure and mystery and conflict and anything besides the boring old victorian ways of courting. So she would play her hand, for once. "You're not so bad yourself," She quipped, a fond smirk playing on her delicate features. Something about her suggested she was falling for his love trap, but, two could play that game.

She responded to him, and the man stood still for a moment. He watched her for a little while, his soft blue eyes studying her beautiful features. She had returned his flirtatious comment and, even better, her expressions further proved that she was being serious. The smirk that melted onto her lips caught his attention, and he could not help but feel a burst of confidence run through him. She'd opened up- somewhat- and he would enjoy it while he could. 

"Mmm," he murmured, taking another step towards her. He sat before the woman, his shoulders stiff and straight as they always were. "You think so?" he asked, an eyebrow cocking as a smirk of his own edged it's way to the corner of his lips. The man's tail held still behind him for a moment before it waved a handful of times. He spoke again. "I had begun to think you thought otherwise," he said, ears twitching as his gaze fell to her own- if he could hold it, he would, for her honey-brown eyes were enough for him to become trapped in. 

She could feel his eyes studying her, but she did not mind. It was an odd feeling, being wanted, and with Aaron.. she liked it. He was welcoming her advances, as she expected, and instantly she felt out of character than her normal behaviour. What was she doing, she had no experiance.. with anything! But she would not have him knowing that. "What can I say, you've managed to worm your way into my heart," She faux sighed but it was laced with happiness. "Or at least into my affections," Occasionally, she found his ego to be a tad bit inflamed, but that was just his character and she had to come to terms with the fact that she liked him for who he was. And she wouldn't be the one to change who he was, nor would she deny him a chance for being him. It was unfair, and she had committed a life to his pack. Their pack.

She stepped a bit forward, just enough to keep them untouching though anyone near would think they were. The thought of someone seeing them in such a seemingly intimate position made her nervous, or perhaps that was because she was worried she'd blurt out something stupid or step on his toe or something.. it was certainly possible for her lack of coordination and fear factor of intimacy certainly weighed on her mind.

With his ears perked, the man leaned forward slightly; had he been standing Aaron would have stepped closer towards her. The corners of his mouth twitched again, and his smile grew with visible pleasure. "Oh?" he replied, his eyes narrowing at her teasingly. "And what have I- of all people- done to be granted a place among your affections?" he asked her then, his eyes glinting as the sunlight from the trees shone down on the pair. 

Unlike Amara, Aaron would have loved to have someone see them. He was not one for hiding in the shadows, he would much rather show off himself and Amara- especially since she was being so receptive today. Aaron had found no faults in Amara other than this, and therefore had nothing he ever had to accept her for. In his eyes she was beautiful already, and he needed no more convincing. 

She did not how to answer him, honestly. His teasing look did nothing to help her inner conflict, but she had to expect him to act that way after her confession. But she was serious, she did like him. Well, a lot actually. He really was enjoying watching her fluster, to her avail. She cast him a blushing glare, laced with humor. He made her squirm with anticipation, for an unknown reason. "And now you decide to play coy?" She shot right back, teasing his acting skills with high amusement. There was no way he would diminished himself below her, like she was some Queen, and he not her King. He had taken that title and pulled her alongside the minute he found her wandering the Teekon.

"Don't think I haven't noticed your possessive behavior in public, I guess I've had to deal with the fact you won't ever stop," Perhaps she knew him better than he thought, and to her surprise, she realized she had not done anything to outwardly push him away. No, she had been inviting him to claim her, and she was doing so now. It was an odd confident attitude, a sign that she had changed a lot in the past few months. She stepped closer, placing a small kiss upon his cheek before turning her head the other way to hide her embarrassment. It was awfully childish, she knew, but she could not help it. She liked him, more than she cared to admit.

"Coy," the man huffed, "I am anything but," he told her, smiling devilishly at her. It was playful banter, of course, but he really was anything but modest. He raised an eyebrow to her next comment, his smile faltering. He knew she had appeared to deny him, but she'd never blatantly stated it. To him, that was an invitation to continue. He worried now that this was her way of shutting him off completely. 

"You have every right--" he was cut off by her bold move, stepping forward to place a warm, tender kiss upon his cheek. He stood still for a moment, somewhat taken back. He watched her shy away, her beautiful crown tipping to look away from him. He took the bait, stepping forward to replace the empty space she'd left when she had moved away. He nuzzled her cheek gently, his own tongue finding the soft curve of her jaw. "I wouldn't dare to be as bold as to call it possessive..." he murmured to her, moving his head back to allow her space he assumed she'd appreciate. "I rather like showing you off." 

She liked watching him fluster. When they had met, he had come off as the opposite, roughly assuming she would fall into step beside him. Alas, that was not the case. She had her own side of pride, and even though it was hardly shown, it was very much there. But soon, her point had been forgotten and she found herself sighing at his touch. She would be lying if she said she hadn't fallen victim to his graces, and would continue to lie if she said she did not want it. The effort to push him away was much too harder than she wanted, and it was simply tiring. To hell with it then.

Showing her off, indeed he did. But it wasn't the flashy sort, but the possessive, contrary to his beliefe. She once again closed the space between them, as if they switched their roles completely. "Oh really? I think it's much more than that," It was uncharacteristic of her. She did not know what she was doing, nor why but she couldn't help but to feel a little... turned on? Was that a thing? How embarrassing. She had been pure all her life but Aaron was just something else. A desire that she had never felt before.

 

 

Now that Amara has caved into his affection, returning her own to him, Aaron does not feel flustered in the slightest. He grins, beginning to move around the woman as she moves closer to him, his tail swaying behind him. "Do you?" he replies, an eyebrow raised curiously. "What makes you think that?" 

He closes in-- briefly-- boldly moving to nibble on the soft fur along her jaw. 

Lately, she had been feeling agitated, well only within the last day or two. It had happened before, so she didn't think much of it. She wasn't sick, so there was no problem. However, that wasn't on her mind in that moment. Instead, she felt the dire need to be near him, unlike she had before. She thought of Aaron and her future. There was no situation or circumstance in her life she could not percieve him being apart of. So, there was no issue. She didn't want there to be an issue, and the circumstance of their habitat did not weigh on her mind.

She feels him move around her, but she did not feel aprehensive. Her thoughts moved through her body, and she acted with them. While there was hardly much distance between the two, she closed up whatever had been left. She didn't want to be anywhere but there, with him, against him. "I want you," Her voice was soft, unsure what she even meant but it was what she wanted. She had never wanted anything more in her life.

She had ignored his question, but he was not disappointed with what replaced it. She moves closer, pressing herself to him. Aaron does not hesitate at all, instead closing in on her request immediately. He lets out a soft growl, playful and not at all agressive, as she presses close. His teeth find the soft hairs along her cheeks and jaws and he preens gently through them. Unlike Amara-- who has no idea what impuses she is feeling-- Aaron is well experienced in the world of lust and knows exactly what he wants.

Unable to control his arrogant personality, he nibbles gently at the base of her ear, whispering softly: "How badly?"

Aaron continued to tease her, nipping at the soft hairs of her russet coloured coat as if she had not been restless before. She had always been a shy girl, not one for words and this was no acception besides the fact she felt not the slightest bit timid. She did not feel the urge to speek, but to feel. Touches said a thousand words, and she wanted to continue communicating like that as long as she could. She readily nodded her head, indicating her lack of patience for his next few moves. "Very," She exhaled, not realising she had been holing it all this time. 

There was no room to think, and she couldn't even if she tried. She had never done this before, never had she been touched in that way. It was all new but it was all alluring. She began to grow frustrated that he was prolonging the action. She gave a low growl, unlike her but completely in the mood to express her frustration. It was known to her that Aaron was only teasing her to get a reaction maybe for his own benefit, but she wanted more. Much more.

His eyebrows raise, and he parts for a moment to view her. It seems she's no longer messing around-- her longing growl of frustration catches the man off gaurd. He stares the woman up and down for a few heartbeats before he beams at her. "If that is what you want," he says, and once again closes the gap. He does not bother to ask her if this is her first time, for he is too caught up in his own lust to think of that. Instead he nibbles at the fur along her thin neck, soon beginning to move towards her end, his own excitement slowly beginning to peak. She could finally be his-- all his pining had finally done some good, it seemed. 

He nudges just below her hind leg before pausing to look at his clay-colored queen. "Is this what you want?" he asks, not keen on doing anything without asking for proper consent. 

He moves swiftly behind her, biting softly at her sides and nosing at her sides. She answers quietly, breathily and in a voice that only made him want her more. He has his consent, and grabs hold, wrapping his arms around her waist and nosing at her back softly. He lingers for moments more before he begins their dance slowly, praying not to harm his lover. 

She seemed to enjoy herself, and for that he was thankful. He was just as into his action when she moved from him, but appeared shocked to not be able to. From her rippled sweet, bell-like laughs, and he moved to her ears to nibble playfully at them. "You are mine," he growled teasingly in her ear, wrapping his paws tighter around her waist. He had never thought that he had been her first, but the knowledge of such gave him an obnoxious amount of silent arrogance, and an even larger amount of caution. For now he treaded lightly, careful to keep himself contained until he was sure she had experienced the best of their ceremony-- praying she'd return to him again.