Drabble #38
Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageisukeShe gave a soft laugh as he looked up at her, curled at her feet. The only reason why he hadn’t taken to lounging between her legs was because she had crossed them… that and it would have been hard to look up at her without forcing his head all the way back. She stroked his hair and he leaned into it, nuzzling it as he wanted to without any interference. Humans had a hard time dealing with beasts. They liked to touch and sniff and lick, using their senses with no regard to how it appeared to rather backwards human sensibilities.
Tsurei kept up appearances enough for her troops, though they knew she was a dragon. They had heard her inhuman roar, seen her claws, felt her magic pouring over them too many times to delude themselves into thinking she was human, despite her preferred form. Even so, they would have looked upon the scene and thought them lovers and not two alphas basking in each others presence. Maybe that was what lovers did, and there was an undertone of sexual tension, mostly because she denied him what they both wanted. Again, it was for the benefit of her human troops. They would not separate simply fulfilling a physical need and the weaknesses of emotional ties. The few beasts that were under Xiong’s command were in various states of bafflement as to why they were holding off. Some knew more than others the complications from a human perspective, but even they thought it was silly. Consummating their powerbase was more important than whatever the humans thought. If they stayed alive, they wouldn’t care anyway.
It was as if he had read her mind, which was possible, to some extent. Escree was a Ring given talent for beasts, and Xiong was especially sensitive. It might have just been to her, but he seemed to pick up on the emotions and feels of all things, people, dragon, elf, or beast equally well. At that moment, he sensed a weakness and was on his knees, face rubbing up her body as he inhaled deeply. He stopped with his nose nestled between her breasts, eyes looking up at her, a deep gold compared to the playfully bright sunshine yellow they had been before. He hungered for it… no, that wasn’t right. He hungered for her, and she him.
Xiong was just rising to his feet, using his body to push her back and taking another deep breath when he stiffened slightly. Her hands had been sliding up the wide expanse of his back when she also took a breath. He pulled away and her eyes followed him, watching the expression change. The rustle of fabric pre-dated a familiar voice by just a second as Salem announced his presence, not waiting for permission before entering through the second flap.
The look on Xiong’s face was quite hostile and Tsurei stood, running her hand up his chest where Salem couldn’t see, hoping to quiet him. “What is it?”
It took a second before his eyes shifted away from the angered beast, his own expression having turned accusatory as he read the situation before him. Salem had no right to complain, so he smoothed over his face. “The King in Waiting is here.”
They both started and looked at one another in shock. There was another rustling of fabric and there was no time for questions. Tsurei had a bad feeling about this.
Tsurei kept up appearances enough for her troops, though they knew she was a dragon. They had heard her inhuman roar, seen her claws, felt her magic pouring over them too many times to delude themselves into thinking she was human, despite her preferred form. Even so, they would have looked upon the scene and thought them lovers and not two alphas basking in each others presence. Maybe that was what lovers did, and there was an undertone of sexual tension, mostly because she denied him what they both wanted. Again, it was for the benefit of her human troops. They would not separate simply fulfilling a physical need and the weaknesses of emotional ties. The few beasts that were under Xiong’s command were in various states of bafflement as to why they were holding off. Some knew more than others the complications from a human perspective, but even they thought it was silly. Consummating their powerbase was more important than whatever the humans thought. If they stayed alive, they wouldn’t care anyway.
It was as if he had read her mind, which was possible, to some extent. Escree was a Ring given talent for beasts, and Xiong was especially sensitive. It might have just been to her, but he seemed to pick up on the emotions and feels of all things, people, dragon, elf, or beast equally well. At that moment, he sensed a weakness and was on his knees, face rubbing up her body as he inhaled deeply. He stopped with his nose nestled between her breasts, eyes looking up at her, a deep gold compared to the playfully bright sunshine yellow they had been before. He hungered for it… no, that wasn’t right. He hungered for her, and she him.
Xiong was just rising to his feet, using his body to push her back and taking another deep breath when he stiffened slightly. Her hands had been sliding up the wide expanse of his back when she also took a breath. He pulled away and her eyes followed him, watching the expression change. The rustle of fabric pre-dated a familiar voice by just a second as Salem announced his presence, not waiting for permission before entering through the second flap.
The look on Xiong’s face was quite hostile and Tsurei stood, running her hand up his chest where Salem couldn’t see, hoping to quiet him. “What is it?”
It took a second before his eyes shifted away from the angered beast, his own expression having turned accusatory as he read the situation before him. Salem had no right to complain, so he smoothed over his face. “The King in Waiting is here.”
They both started and looked at one another in shock. There was another rustling of fabric and there was no time for questions. Tsurei had a bad feeling about this.
