Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

Every second, every breath of his that spoke so plainly of her made his head spin wildly like maybe, it was everything he'd need right now. His mate, a home, their delicate solitude. The cold be damned (that seemed even colder on the subtle breeze -- worse to come?), for it aside, maybe he wouldn't mind if time itself froze here and now.

All of it had been a slow coming realization, one striking upon him hard in these cold days on the cliffs. But he couldn't help it. He loved her, her, so painfully precious to him that he couldn't even make the words to say it and now she faced him with this. Dio felt fit to burst, pent up and held aside by an undertone of reason. It couldn't stop him from wanting more, though, for it didn't feel so right to fight the desire his wife spurred in him.

Recklessly? Perhaps, her words drew him to a new focus, one her touch had eased him out of almost. He still did all he could to curve protectively against her, fluffing his furs and nosing back at her snout -- fully opting for these riskier ways to stay warm. "Always, but I do.. let it happen," he purled quietly, nipping a kiss back to her cheek. She knew how it was. "Because it is lil ol' you," he quipped. Wildfire's heat may have scrambled his brain much the same, but such intimacy as this encouraged him in these new, devious ways; still, he knew to mind himself if she seemed uneasy. All but murmuring into soft the fur by her ears, he didn't want to part. "I don't want it to be anything you don't want, but.. damn." This came with a woebegone stare to signal his struggle, matched by the frustration coiled into tense muscles that craved more touch, and to meld them to one.