#grieftouched

      𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝚄𝙿𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂 ,      as her breathless confession pierces the air.    (   𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓  .  )        due to the flesh on flesh contact he could feel the pureness of her emotions,   could see just how much,   his actions were affecting her.  feeling the pure lust that was rushing through her veins.   and feeling glad that it was him making her feel this way.

    HE KNEW  ,    that he had to take it slow.       𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 .       And of was he willing,     the proof being in the way he was teasing her.   letting her get used to the feeling of his hands.   but those words,   that demand was enough to leave him breathless.   his lips hitching up in a smirk as his eyes flick up to look at her.   to see that glorious flush to her tanned skin.

    “    oh i intend too.    ”        his words as breathless as he lifts up,   his lips hovering over hers.     (  …   wanting to taste her  )             “   Trust me   .  .  .  .    you’ll be begging baby !!  ”       his words were confident,   there was no straying in his tone.   as oh he knew he would leave her begging.   but also making her feel really good.

    𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙼 ,       as much as they probably should.    (   𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦  )      Thus soft chuckles fall off his lips as he feels her total confusion wash through her emotions.   for someone graced with empathy she truly was innocent.    and yet it wasn’t a judgement,   rather he was blessed in being the one she chose.  blessed that she allowed herself to let him near,   he who was so tainted in death and pain.

“   you don’t choose love,  lil’ one.    ”      he comments softly as his large arms tighten around her.   it was rare he got to enjoy these moments,   of simply enjoying the day.   especially when more often than not he was in the underworld,   surrounded by darkness and souls .      “    but if we did    …   i’d have chosen you because you make me feel alive.   for the first time in a thousand years,   i feel human when i’m with you.    ”       it wasn’t something he’d admitted before.   and if he was honest he could have said a thousand different things and yet.   that was the truth that spilled from his lips.

      𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 ,      what had prompted this situation.    (   𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝘩 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡  .  )      the teasing having escalated the further the conversation played out.   he was working to see how flushed he could make her,   to see how riled he could get her.    wanting to see that gorgeous flush take over her body.   his mind easily painting it in his minds eye.   but oh he wanted to see it.

  YET  IT’S  HER  WORDS ,    that stop him.       𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 .       Oh so she wanted to play those games.    his tongue skirts out to run across his lips as he chuckles.   his gait taking him closer and closer to her.   his bare chest gleaming in the sunlight as his hand dances across her knees.

 “    is that so my little angel.    ”        a dark croon overtaking his voice,  a perfect blend of honey and sin.     (  …   such a mix  )             “   Then   .  .  .  .    i must demand it be called for !!  ”       Yeah,  he could play this game too.   only difference is he would win.

    𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚈 ,       setting up the arrangements for his newest clothing launch.    (   ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛  )      And he wasn’t ashamed to admit that it had taken over pretty much every inch of his spare time.   from the designing of the whole clothing line,  to the intricate details regarding the launch.   he had been busy.   his mother had come in a few ties to remind him to eat,   and to sleep,   and a large part of him also felt bad in regards to leaving Celestia alone.   he hears her enter and despite how busy his mind and himself are,  a soft smile curls up his lips at her words.

“    i love you too flower.    ”      the were-panther comments as he reaches out and pulls his daughter into a hug.   enjoying the few precious moments of peace.    he can’t help but chuckle as his eyes clock one of his more recent designs,   inspired by his flower.   a snake-esque design .      “    i promise    …   a couple more days and i won’t be so busy.    ”       his words are soft and despite knowing,   without a shadow of a doubt she didn’t mind,  he can’t help but feel guilty.

      𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚈 ,      sketching out a new design.    (   𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒  .  )      but the one she was working on was more of a personal venture.   a new necklace for Deimos,   just something special for her eldest son.   tongue remains caught between her teeth as the pencil moves smoothly across the paper.   dark eyes focused entirely on sketching the wolf before her.

   YET  SOON  SHE  HEARS  AMMIE’S  WORDS ,    head snapping up to focus on her wife.       𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝘩𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 .       Oh how she loved her blunt wife,   never scared to tell her what she wanted.   nor was she afraid to hide her desire,   to hide just what Mel did to her.  and it was empowering for the woman who once,   was used for the pleasure of others.

  “    is this your way of telling me i’m working too long.    ”        her words a soft tease as she puts down the pad and pushes from her seat.     (  …   each step a predatory stalk.  )             “   Then i guess   .  .  .  .    i must do as my queen demands !!  ”       There is no hesitation in the way she pushes Ammie down,   intending to do just what the other asked.   after all it was part of being married.