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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 7:45 am
Their eyes matched eachother in the way they sparkled, his own filled with delight as he continued to stare at her. Many thought flew through his head faster then he ever thought possible, and half of them he couldn't even comprehend.
What was he trying to do? Make a fool of himself? A smile crept it's way onto his enchanted expression, and just as quickly as it came, it faded. Her voice broke the stallions thoughts, and he panicked.
Had he said something to her without him knowing to make her respond? Evelyn's 'yes' was a question, not an answer. And her own expression that followed his second nudge confirmed that he had indeed did something. Or rather...was thinking about doing something. But at the moment, his mind couldn't remember what...it had been far too long since he found himself in a situation thus as this, and it was so nerve racking.
"Uh...maybe...maybe..." He began, swallowing hard. How would he finish his sentence without remembering what his original question was...? "Maybe...uh, I don't think I'm tired. You...uh, you can rest if you'd like..." His voice trailed off, trying to hide every bit of regret that it held for forgetting what he was saying. A dark hoof made it's way to her, followed by another and then another. With each step, the stallion paused, stole at glance into her eyes and continued on...
And hoped that she wouldn't want to sleep...
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:40 am
Evelyn smiled, a wry glimmer of amusement peeking into her lavender eyes. What had she done that had distressed poor Bliss so?
She watched as he swallowed, tracing the path that the small lump made as it moved down his throat. She watched as he approached her cautiously, almost like a large and clumsy predator attempting to approach it's prey without giving away its intended purpose.
What was his purpose? Did he even know?
The soft spot of rock called to her, promising a gentle and lulling sleep, but she was not quite ready to lay down... no, not yet.
She flicked her tail at him gently, pleased as the trailing tendrils of ebon-grey hair landing atop his strong shoulder. She pulled ever so softly, allowing the hair to caress him as it slowly slipped away, moving back towards her with a deliberate lack of haste.
What... was his... purpose?
((... Omgawd. xDDD ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:03 pm
((I officially suck at life...o.O -bad at this like woah-))
Whatever he was trying to do at first was apparently working, he thought to himself as he continued to approach the mare with nothing in his mind except well, her. The stallion wasn't sure whether she accepted the fact that he looked at her in such a way, and was just as interested as he, or if she was confused.
Either way, he didn't stop, and when her tail hit his shoulder he brushed into it as if it was a bush in the way of his path. But Bliss grinned nonetheless. Ah, yes...if he remembered correctly, Evelyn was interested.
For Milkshake had similar movements last time...
Wait...last time? Last time? That time was the only time it happened. Why did his mind use the word, last time? Did he really think that maybe Evelyn would...? What? Bliss blinked, and almsot stopped in his tracks, trying hard to comprehend what just exactly was going through his mind. Apparently his stallion insticts got the better of him in the last couple of minutes...
...Well, Evelyn didn't protest, if anything, she was bringing him closer. Why stop now when he was so close? The stallion grinned, and caressed his body against hers, nudging her side ever so gently.
If she wanted it, she'd welcome him, if not...he'd back off. Bliss wasn't a pig...
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:19 pm
There is a saying two-leggers have to describe what transpired between those two on that night. It is called "getting lost in the moment."
When the mind is bogged down by a haze of some strong emotion, such as lust... things happen that otherwise would not have. Any events that occur within that time frame is based purely upon base needs, basic instinct... such as fleeing when an enraged Kalona is charging at you, or flicking your tail when a fly passes by.
... Or doin' it when you've got a smexy mare at your side.
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