#205: A moment captured
He stood slowly, reaching his full height and then stretching his preternaturally long arms over his head. From toes to nose he was easily seven and a half feet all which made him more than two feet taller than her. Thick, silver fur covered tightly coiled muscles, each visibly defined even through the hair. He looked down at her, his blue eyes filled with humor and something else that became clearer when he licked his chops.
His arms came down and he took a half step toward her, his arm outstretched. When she stepped back he crooked his finger in a universal gesture. He didn't need to vocalize or whisper to her mind and still she heard it. "Come here, little one. I want to eat you." Like a frightened bird to a subtle snake, she crept forward until he could complete his step and wrap his arm around her. She went up into the air and over his shoulder. Once there, he patted her ass lightly.
"Good girl. Now to get you to bed so I can eat you more comfortably. I wonder how many times I can make you come."
Hours later, with the tally needing two hands to count, she lay curled around his hip. As she toyed with the fur on his belly she couldn't help laughing. He was deeply enough asleep that she didn't have to explain.
She'd though of his face when he beckoned and how her own must have appeared. After so many changes, she wished dearly that she had a photograph of her expression the first time she'd seen him. She'd felt fear and an almost blinding awe. In the moment before fear won, she'd touched him. What must her expression been at that moment? How did it compare to how she looked at him now?
She looked up at the heavily featured, animal face and smiled. Terrible beautiful, her mate was, terrible beautiful.
Neela Whelan, OC, 322