[ what is there to be quiet about? Nero has a healthy appetite and good taste. what would happen if the world knew? if he had to be badgered into every movement, maybe telling more people would be the solution. have others drag him along the path he himself had been to afraid to start on.
there had been a hundred questions that had come with shoving his tongue down her throat. it's seemed Robin has had nothing but questions and second guessing. Nero had not been immune to questions. but those were of the sort around his behavior. did he find her a shame, some secret he must keep? what made her unworthy of his proclamations and grand gestures?
her ego was not quite as impenetrable as appearances suggested.
one of her hands comes between his shoulder blades. as if to steady him for when the thundering heart leapt out of his chest. its warm, even without the comfort of his mantle. she adjusts her cheek against it, still pleased with his scent despite the beer. and when his chin comes to rest atop her braids and buns, Nero turns her face into the base of his neck. all the better to be filled with the scent that drives hers chest to burn. ]
I've no option other than to worry about you.
[ he wanted her. the words caught on her heart and in her head like bristled seeds. all i need. and she craved to be needed, to be wanted, to be so integral and essential that it to be deprived was to cause suffocation. and if moving mountains was what was needed, she'd train herself to gain the strength. it was the hallmark of her class - resolute, determined, charge on forward.
he may prefer the moves that keep him still. but Nero wouldn't know how to stay still if her Master's life depended on it. ]
Then let's continue forward. If your instinct tells you to speak to BB and not Merlin, then we will go to her and then back to him. Though I must say. [ and as, slowly, Nero unravels herself from the hug - feeling cold, feeling flushed - she pets the ears again. a savoring touch on velvety fur along the full length of it, the back of her knuckle brushing repeatedly. ] I shall miss how soft these feel.
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there had been a hundred questions that had come with shoving his tongue down her throat. it's seemed Robin has had nothing but questions and second guessing. Nero had not been immune to questions. but those were of the sort around his behavior. did he find her a shame, some secret he must keep? what made her unworthy of his proclamations and grand gestures?
her ego was not quite as impenetrable as appearances suggested.
one of her hands comes between his shoulder blades. as if to steady him for when the thundering heart leapt out of his chest. its warm, even without the comfort of his mantle. she adjusts her cheek against it, still pleased with his scent despite the beer. and when his chin comes to rest atop her braids and buns, Nero turns her face into the base of his neck. all the better to be filled with the scent that drives hers chest to burn. ]
I've no option other than to worry about you.
[ he wanted her. the words caught on her heart and in her head like bristled seeds. all i need. and she craved to be needed, to be wanted, to be so integral and essential that it to be deprived was to cause suffocation. and if moving mountains was what was needed, she'd train herself to gain the strength. it was the hallmark of her class - resolute, determined, charge on forward.
he may prefer the moves that keep him still. but Nero wouldn't know how to stay still if her Master's life depended on it. ]
Then let's continue forward. If your instinct tells you to speak to BB and not Merlin, then we will go to her and then back to him. Though I must say. [ and as, slowly, Nero unravels herself from the hug - feeling cold, feeling flushed - she pets the ears again. a savoring touch on velvety fur along the full length of it, the back of her knuckle brushing repeatedly. ] I shall miss how soft these feel.