he gave a gentle curve of his lips. love and burning hearts, taltos explained. a poem; 'twas one he had recited to deirdre when she lay with empty eyes upon the very threshold of her home. but he had envisioned it into words for the sable panther spun on gossamer intention.
peregrine continued to surprise him; lasher's eyelids fell to half-mast and he leant openly into the other's brief touch, fire tracing behind the devil's lips. when the beautiful eyes sought his own, taltos watched peregrine for a long moment, desire welling from the depths of his gaze, and at length he reached out toward the leader in turn.
he mimicked peregrine's soft gesture, containing himself to a few scant presses of his lips against the other's throat, his jawline, taking his scent but keeping himself aware of the small boundary that separated them yet, that had not yet been crossed. pulling back somewhat, he found peregrine's eyes with his own, silently waiting, inviting.