Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

Up to his breast in water, Bronco barely had to dip his head to drink noisily from the lake. Pressed against his side was Teya, and he didn't move to give her space but allowed the closeness, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Through the cold of the water, he could feel the warmth radiating from her body and was tempted to press back against her. 

A rumble of thunder from the darkening skies overhead made him lift his chin, licking away the water that fell from his lips. He glanced to Teya, only to notice then (he could be so oblivious sometimes) that she'd been looking at him for some time now. 

Immediately, he felt a storm brewing within himself, stirred by the gaze she did not break. He knew that look. He knew Reyes was gone, and that she would be freed then, from her ties to him. Ties which had long since only been held together for the sake of their child; she'd had time to shake herself free of whatever feelings she'd had for him, surely. Now, she would be the object of Bronco's desires. 

He uttered a low, guttural note- not a croon to endear, a declaration of his desires and intentions.