Two Eyes Cenote [m] Burrowing

“Is it?” Uneasiness is in the splaying of her ears, the ghost of a smile that would last only for mere seconds upon her lips. She was certain Akavir meant to tempt her laugh, but entwined in his limbs she thinks how there had only ever been sex– how she did not rightly know for herself what she considered romantic.

She wanted to kiss him deeper, and so she did, setting her paws on his arms to align their lips. She wanted to lead him to her room and be held by him longer there, to ask him to stay–

She knew also how he would be subjected to the judgment of her people. To the jodai's wrath, felt as a thickening in the back of her throat. Akavir’s handsome face is somber and still there is a knowingness in his eyes that make her feel seen and not just looked at.

"Thank you," she says in a voice almost too gentle, "for being here with me. You didn't have to. Another man wouldn't have."