Overture Downs seekers wish

She had seemed so serious their first encounter that it was blessed to see Suilya amused by him. Wake basked in her hiding smile, eager to make it more prominent.

Either way, I come all the same. His eyes traveled down her legs as she stepped nearer, his gaze swallowing, enveloping, caressing, hungry. The rogue matched her movements, pacing around her in greeting, in near touch. The space between them filled with the warmth of their skin, and the languid language of his body threatened to feel her at any moment.

But he left the distance for her to close or shy from.

He let their unspoken attraction breathe and bloom beneath his sunfire glow.

Must we speak? Or shall we dance?

His prime years were upon him, but his youthfulness had not yet left. He bowed suddenly, in the juvenile language most sought to leave behind, and his tail swayed high, challenging her to give chase.