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Silence lingers after his proclamation. Naturally, he wonders again if he had said too much? If the moment wasn't right if the feelings were not mutual and thus made it all awkward and difficult for her to wrap her head around it all. Curse it all, curse this feeling he had, his thoughts, his desires, his appetite for her that clawed around in his head every moment she was near. She made him stupid, a brainless tool and it only seemed to worsen the more they spoke... the more he got to know about her, the more she spoke. Every little bit he hung onto.

Then, she finally broke his thoughts. Shattering the worry and doubts, sending his insides on fire. If someone of his species could sweat, he probably would have been by now. No other made him feel this way, this particular way. Rosalyn made him nervous about being a father, Vespera as a reminder of ghosts in the past, Rhaella was a moment of possible happiness - but Tundra, he could not make sense of it.

In an explosive moment, the two collide in an embrace. As soon as she moves, so does he, not only welcoming her into his chest but pressing into her and wrapping his head and neck around her head, pulling her in. Her sweet scent filling his nostrils finally. There was no muddying it now with their proximity, every inhale bursts with pleasure as he takes in Tundra's perfume. With his breath growing heavier, he fought against every desire to want more. Greedily desiring more than just this tender embrace - but he wouldn't dare give in. He was better now after all.

Would you ever take me up on my previous offer? Managing a moment to level his breath to speak, perhaps before he would have been nervous for being too forward, but now, he was focused on Tundra's touch and just how good it felt.