Stavanger Bay The Pointy End

Grooming at his neckline, Arrluk lifts his head to her touch, arcing into it. I'd have them now, if you were ready. He answers with an honesty, his green and blue eye looking down, trying to see her from the corner of his gaze. 

Arrluk had known for quite some time now that it had been Ajei he wanted. Had imagined the years outstretched for them, the places they would go, the family which they would create. If only she were to have him. It was a build up which sent a nervous flutter in his gut now. Had his heart racing. He wanted to get this right. He had too. 

I know what I want, Ajei. He states as he pulls back. Enough so that he might seek the emotions in her red and what face. I think I've known it all along. For him, there was no reason to wait. Waiting, hesitating, procrastinating, it only hurt in the end. Arrluk had learned well by now how fleeting life could be. He wouldn't waste a moment of his time with her.