Hideaway Strath [m] no shortage of sordid, no protest from me
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The joy he had felt upon realizing his own true feelings then learning almost in the same moment that those feeling were returned had not faded, not even this many days later. He and she had gone about picking a denning site, to him this was usually just a site where he slept almost exposed to the elements while his tools got the safety of shelter, because those things mattered to him where his own well being beyond a full belly barely registered. He had assumed it was be like it had been before, a place patient’s would come so that his tools could be close at paw.

He could not be more wrong, It did not take long for Aerin, keeper of his heart, dare he say it His Wife, to take a sleeping spot and turn it into something more. Something so much more. He had never had a home before… not like this. Embarrassed as he was, he had admittedly left now and again to tend to the garden or gather tools and to tend to those in need most recently Simmik in her birthing, his healer’s ruff had been flustered by Arlette yet again, but he left that part out when he spoke of the birthing to Aerin. If not just because he didn’t know how to deal with his emotions of the matter then to pass it off as insignificant. He would not admit he was jealous of another healer in his territory, it was good for a pack to have more then one. Especially capable healers and though the scared female rubbed him the wrong way, he’d eventually have to speak with her and figure out how to work with her if not around her.

He took to sleeping inside a den for the first time in a very long time and the fact the den was filled with the scent of his pale angel made it all the more welcoming, he found very quickly that he preferred to sleep next to her and vowed that if he could help it, he would be at her side where ever they denned as long as the gods willed it so. He noticed the subtle changes in her scent and he became excited and worried, he had never taken another before, he was as some would say, a virgin, though he’d never admitted that aloud. From time to time he’d hide that under flirtatious looks, though now only the wispy white saluki wolfess would get those from him. He had found he desired none but her. Every other wolf he had seen male or female since that day that felt a life time ago before the unfinished garden but was in truth only a fortnight, he had looked upon with a eye towards the clinical rather then anything else.

He slept soundly as a new scent surrounded them, his body responded to her touches unconsciously, only she could could touch him in this manner and with her scent surrounding them, so potent and heady, His mortal coil did not need his brain to shift and open himself up, exposing his throat to her like he’d do for no other, trusting her completely.

He awoke with a soft groan as if to beg for more sleep, his sun hued orbs peeking out beneath lowered short eyelashes. That sound though, also drew sweet air into his lungs, Air that had his anatomy waking up faster then his brain could manage and he had to shift his hips to accommodate himself, he might not know in his head what to do but his body knew.

Morning” Deep sleep rich tones rumbled from his chest, a warm smile upon his maw. He returned her nuzzles and kisses allowing his teeth to comb through her silken threads under her jaw and along her chest teasingly, he remained stubbornly reclined upon the furs, forcing a calm his body did not want, because he wanted to touch her until she could bare it no more and only then would he stand and give the same attention to her nape and shoulder’s working his way along her back to her flanks offering teasing gentle nips drawing in deep lungfuls of the scent that was hers alone. She smelled of spruce, soil, clover, blood, more then enough to wrap himself up and loose himself in. He’d give her what ever she asked, only when she asked, he never pushed for more then she wanted to give. He’d work his way back up her side exploring her body huffing warm kisses into sensitive areas until his lips caressed her ear, his husky voice barely audible “Aerin…” He was asking permission and in the same word voicing his need of her
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RE: no shortage of sordid, no protest fro[m] me - by Vein - April 04, 2021, 11:43 PM