Moonspear prodigy

She could sense how badly he wanted to have her. She knew the pleasure it was to lay with Alaric. But not like this. Not when her body and soul demanded to have him close, to quench the fire burning under her skin. She had her freedom to roam and to choose. 

She chose him first, above all others. Testament to her devotion, to depth of the meaning towards her feelings to him. She wanted this future with him. With children of his blood.

The glimmer of the secluded stream came into view. The scent of it's cool waters refreshing. The gentle trickle of fresh flowing water an invite of itself, playing a melody in her ears. Light footed, she whirled around to place a tender nip on his ear, before leaping just out of reach.

Water splashed, droplets clinging to her fur as she took the first plunge, ankle deep. Her breath hitched at the refreshing cold on her skin. The heat though, was just as intense as ever. This was something without a doubt, that no amount of water could fix. Her sharp blue eyes searched for Alaric, beckoning him closer suggestively.