Ankyra Sound La Lune

He fell behind suddenly, and she, taking no joy in their separation, leaned so she could bend her course toward him, prancing toward him with jovial steps only to notice that something in his features had changed. He resonated with energy, and yet he tried with failing hands to keep it stashed away. She saw through the throaty sound in his voice- if nothing else, it gave him away.

"We should not." She was unashamed of the longing that she felt growing, and moved to dash his away with a loving stroke of her tongue across his cheekbone, so she might press her chest against his and lend him the thundering rhythm of her heartbeat.