Welcome to Gaia! ::

Laven leaned back, a light blush swept across her face as a shy smile tugged the corner of her lips.

"Hmm?" Her head tilted slightly to the side as she looked down at him, her eyes tracing along the markings on his face to where they rested on his soft yellow moonlit colored eyes. What she saw was neither a human nor a monster but a half youma as she. While his features were different his more feral side resonated with her own. They acknowledged one another, but beyond that, there was also respect.

Youma were simple, they fought with teeth and claws for whatever they wanted. They protected what was theirs with a ferocity that went unmatched. Yet here they were guardians of their own charges their other halves; a whelpling and a pup who tripped and stumbled just trying to stand up.

It was both exhausting yet amusing but her youma side seemed content to settle back against her consciousness for the time being. However, if she thought it would remain idle over these next few months she would be sadly mistaken.

Laven’s pupils fluctuated albeit briefly. “What would that be?” She asked despite already knowing what the answer would be simply because she wanted to hear him say it.

“A secret hmm?” She glanced around the room briefly “I don’t think we have any gremlins in here to worry about being overheard.” For a moment her gaze paused on his two blobs with the toy he had picked out for them. “Unless you’re worried about them tattling on you.”

There was a humor in Laven's eyes as she leaned forward, her head turned to the side so he could whisper in her ear. "What's the secret?" She asked quietly.

A rush of nervousness caused the butterflies in her stomach to take flight while a wave of excitement and happiness caused her heart to hum. The air around them almost felt electric but at the same time it felt as if she was submerged beneath the ocean, a place she felt most comfortable and where she belonged.

As the ocean dances with the tide, Lavendulan allowed herself to relax and let him take the lead.

While her kisses had been both playful and insistent, there was an obvious level of inexperience to them. Whereas Wolframite was careful if not kind in the way he drew her in and gently turned her head to the side so she faced him. It was almost storylike in the way it happened yet she didn’t seem to mind or pull away as she closed her eyes and responded to the kiss by parting her lips in response to his wordless request.

One clawed hand held onto the fabric of the shirt while the other came up to rest atop his paw.

There was no doubt that she enjoyed resting beside him after a long day spent glamoured, or after going out on patrol, with his tail or paw draped over her depending on the circumstance in which they fell asleep. And while her youma nature leaned towards rubbing her cheek against his paw or cheek as a show of gratitude or affection. A more intimate kiss, such as this, from time to time was something she could definitely get used to.