WOLF / KING !

SHE      IS     ACUTELY     AWARE      OF     THE     FACT      THAT      SHE      IS      BEING     WOOED             :            it’s    a    rather    distinct    feeling    that    this    night    is    somehow    more    special    than    any    other    romantic    endeavors    they    have    ventured    on    ,              a    sensation    that    throbs    in    near  -  perfect    time    with    the    dizzying    love     inside    chest    .                 as    to    why    ,            exactly    ,             she’s    unsure               –––             either    way    ,              every    moment    that   goes    by    ,            every    touch     ,              is    cherished    .

but    then    ,              all    at    the    hands    of    two    little    words    ,             she    is    suddenly    absolutely    certain    .                (         MARRY     ME      –––         )          it    is    not    so    much    hesitation    as    it    is    stolen    breath    that    keeps    her    immediate     yes    on    the    tip    of    tongue    longer    than    she    would   have    liked   .              need    a    question    have    such    an    answer    ,                when    she    would    say    yes    a    million    times    over    ,              when    there    is    a    yes    for    every    occasion    that    he’d    ask     ?               a    smile    lights    up    rose  -  honeyed    rouge    ,            an    impossibly   bright   beam    ‘neath   the   sparkling   moonlight    ,             as    hands    move    to    cup    orian’s    jaw     ,               ❝           yes            –––           of     course    .             ❞                 &          a    fervent    kiss    borne    of    unbridled    love      /     happiness      is    pressed    to    his    mouth    ,              broken    only    by    another    reaffirming    murmur    ‘gainst    lips    ,                 ❝           of    course    i    will    .            ❞

                does she know he’s asked a million times tonight alone ? the question in every touch, every little movement of his hands. he’s asked a million-thousand times in the time they’ve been together, the question in lingering in every heartbeat and stolen kiss. he is the wolf, he is meant to be above all else, a king among men, but what is a king in the presence of a goddess. hand finds her cheek, their lips press together and pull away and it is remenecent of the push and pull of the ocean; they call for one another but a terribly inconvenient need for air and words means they have to pry away from each other.

                    the night passes far faster than he would like, dinner, the teasing touch of soft hands as they eat, touches stolen beneath the table, fingers tempting over her thigh. a habit now, something he does perhaps for some form of comfort. now, they stand, his arms around her waist. the moon shining off the ocean, privacy provided by the pack, lurking in shadows, always watching from a distance.

                    “baby.” voice a soothing purr, he shifts to look at her face, amber eyes almost glowing as he watches her in all her glory, his heart flutters. butterflies push up his throat and the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. he loves her, truly, wholly. his heart laid to her hand. he raises it to his lips, kisses each finger. “marry me.” not a demand, a question, carefully whispered against her skin, far softer than he intends. there is no uneasiness in how he presents himself, even against the soft moonlight that makes his hair a halo of silver. if she looks, there is a shine in his eyes, something... nervous.