Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

Fig’s brain seemed to have evacuated his skull at some point during this encounter. Which was unfortunate because it meant he had no ability to use his better judgment since he hadn’t any clue it was gone. Something else drove him. Something more powerful than the cool logic he was otherwise guided by. Something instinctive, primal. No level of intelligence could’ve brought him here. This was a place of sensation, touch, emotion, and the blood pumping rapidly in his veins.

Tauris teased, but Fig could hardly hear her words. His other senses were too full of her. It’s like when you’re driving through a storm and you have to turn the radio down in order to see better. He was too full of the sight of her, her scent, her touch, the feeling of her so close. He heard her voice, but it was a hum that completed her surrounding of him. He was flooded by her.

A low growl tumbled from Fig’s chest like a purr as he moved to meet her grazing, exploring nose with his own. He reached for her, sweeping across her cheek to her neck. He was a kind, gentle, patient man, but desire dulled those qualities in him to the point where if this was going to stop, it would be on her to pull away. 


She perhaps could stand at the edge of the pool still and choose not to jump in, but he was already drowning. And he didn’t particularly want to be rescued.