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Post by larkwing on Jun 11, 2011 16:35:29 GMT -5
You like the sunshine.
That's not my way.
I need a hurricane
to wash my sins away.
I like the rain...
I like the rain washing over me.
I do my own thing, any old time.
Livin' large, always.
Avirith crooned as she watched the raindrops falling outside. Lately the green had been either withdrawn or just plain moody. It was all Maerath’s fault. First the bronze decided to like her, and then he chases a gold! Snorting, the dragoness shifted onto her side. Well, if that wasn’t enough Hers was also upset. However, Ara would never admit it to anyone, not even her own dragon. She had grown so much, when the green had first met her as a candidate she had seen what she had been and could become. Finally, that personality was shining through. Not the shy and insecure girl that had appeared after her mother’s death, but the confident and happy young woman that now was asleep in her bed.
Craning her neck around to see her rider, the green ruffled her wings. Lately she had been so restless; she’d even doubled the amount of dancing she had done. Practicing, that’s what she’d always said when Ara had asked about it. Though for what, the green was clueless. Looking out at the hazy morning, the green stared through the drizzling rain. It was so pretty. How the little droplets danced together in a perfect waltz. Racing each other to their doom as they splashed against the rock walls, the groups of partners exploded into a million smaller copies.
She wanted to dance with them! Getting up, the green stretched out her graceful neck until her nose was just outside on the ledge. A drop plopped onto the light hide and slid down and off of her jaw followed by another and another. If anyone looked at her now they would notice she was glowing, not just the healthy kind, but something entirely different. Eyes spiraling their usual green and blue tones, a subtle mix of violet had worked its way in. Snapping her head in the direction of Hers, Avirith watched as Ara turned in her sleep before sitting upright. It took her a moment to notice why she had woken up, but as soon as she saw Avirith there at her cave’s ledge, the girl knew what was coming.
The day that Ara had feared was now on her doorstep quite literally. Pushing her dark hair behind her ears, the green rider threw back the covers of her bed. “Now, Avi?!? You have to do this now?!?” The rider’s voice hissed almost as she went closer to her dragon. Shards, how could I have not noticed this sooner? Avirith bent her head down and nudged her rider. I will fly AraMine. “Yeah, but Avi do you have to now? There's a storm brewing out there!” Shrugging her shoulders, the green’s darker wings rustled against each other. The rain looks pretty when it’s dancing. I want to dance with it…I have to dance with it. And that was it; Ara could feel it as the flight lust finally took hold of her dragon. She needed to fly, she needed to get out and dance toward the highest cloud and challenge any that followed her!
Biting her lip, Ara watched as the green pranced to the edge of her cave and let herself fall over the side of it. Snapping her wings open, she was a glowing moss green beacon in the rain and light fog. Immediately the dragoness saw the feeding grounds and the wherries that ran away from the much larger creature. Do you think you can escape me? Terror showed in the wherries’ eyes as they rolled back revealing the whites. With a shriek, the dragoness dove down at one and sank her claws into the feathery body. Yes! Feed, blood, more! Avirith’s thoughts became a chant as she reached out her talons. Fanning out her wings around her, the green caught one easily enough. She’d show this stupid creature! Crying out, she went to work tearing at its throat.
Ara watched as her green took down her first kill. Remembering to tell her to only blood it, the rider opened her mouth. No words came out though. Despite the confidence she’d gained throughout the last month, the girl had lost it all as soon as Avirith had fallen over the ledge. Instead, Ara let her mind do the talking. BLOOD IT AVIRITH! ONLY BLOOD IT! Defiance lingered in Avirith’s roar as she bit off some of the flesh and ate it. However, as Ara ordered her again, the green hissed and set to work blooding the kill. Throwing the empty carcass to aside, the green surveyed her surroundings. Another wherry was stupid enough to run past her, and she snapped at it, screeching when it too became her meal. Raising her head, the green reveled in the feeling of the increasing rain beating on her glowing hide. It rolled down her muscles, mixing with the blood, only to be flicked off of her when she rustled her wings.
In her weyr, Ara turned from the ledge and toward the cave’s entrance. The rain was becoming a storm now, and thunder growled above followed by Avirith’s cries. Smiling, the green rider finally let her fear go and allowed her dragon’s lust and confidence sweep over her. On the feeding grounds, Avirith flexed her wings and arched her back, throwing herself into the air. Hovering for a moment, the dragoness looked over Dalibor Weyr. Come on boys! Any of you think you can keep up? Giving a final cry, the green twisted midair and sped toward the shoreline. If she was going to do this, she’d do this as if she were home in Ista! The waves were crashing against the rocky cliffs, and with the storm gathering strength, Avirith knew that the rocks and rain would challenge her chasers for her. The green would be free to play with her males all she’d like. Looking over her shoulder, the dragon back-winged and waited for the chasers to show. Let’s dance sweethearts!
Now and then I think
I'm really bad.
But then I think of all the good times I've had.
I like the rain...
I like the rain falling down on me.
So come and join me, if you dare.
I'll take you for a little ride. |
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Post by claire on Jun 11, 2011 19:23:53 GMT -5
I didn't believe in anyone
But I found you today
My eyes are not closed
Baby, I still remember
If my words are not that clear
I know my heart is understanding
Every little kiss of you Astrid shook her tunic out, hanging it to lie damply across the back of a chair. The rain was coming down heavily enough now that even the short walk back from breakfast had been enough to leave her soaked; while normally she wouldn't have been particularly bothered by this, drill practice in wet clothes would not be fun. She still had a candlemark or so left before the drills were supposed to start. She had plenty of time to dry off in the warmth of her weyr before she would have to go outside again. The sturdy fur-lined wherhide of her riding gear would stand up to the rain far better than the light cotton tunic she'd dressed in when she awoke. Summer storms. There was something they hadn't really ever had to deal with at High Reaches. It was still warmer than she was really used to, and at ground level she found that the dampness in the air lent a pleasant hint of coolness to it, but it would be a different story entirely a few thousand feet in the air. She was pulling on a clean and dry shirt when a sudden surge of interest from Nadderth caught her attention. What is it? she asked...as though she didn't know, as if the spark of lust that preceded a chase was in any way unfamiliar to her. Avirith is Rising, he replied, his eyes bright with interest and swirling purple shades of Flightlust. Astrid saw the scene through his eyes, and was momentarily struck breathless by the grace and beauty of the Green in Flight as she danced though the driving rain. Nadderth gathered his hind legs under him and leapt into the air, calling out a joyous acceptance of the offered challenge. I'll dance with you, beautiful! he sang out as powerful wingbeats propelled him into the skies above the weyr. Astrid shook her head to clear it and made her way to the greenrider's weyr. Her tread was steady. Nadderth was as enthusiastic about Chasing as he was about everything else, and through sheer volume of repeated exposure she'd got used to the by now familiar rush of second-hand heat. She walked in without hesitation and openly appraised the other rider; though she knew that Nadderth's admiration of the green was influencing her opinion, the younger woman was attractive by anyone's standards. High above, the rain beat on Nadderth's hide and haloed mistily around him as he trimmed his wings and went into a steep dive to follow Avirith toward the sea. The storm and rocks wouldn't have fazed him even if he had been of a mind to pay a blind bit of attention. What were they compared to the howling winter blizzards and jagged mountain peaks of the Weyr that had Hatched him? He would Chase this beautiful dancer wherever she led. I'm your princess for a night
Maybe forever
We were dancers in the rain
And it still remains
If my words are not that clear
I know my heart is understanding
Every little kiss of you |
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Post by veritas on Jun 11, 2011 19:36:56 GMT -5
After his harsh introduction to the cold Northern (well, Western) winter, A'fel found he didn't really mind the rain. Not when he himself didn't have Wing drills, especially. The rain was warm enough, with summer's advance, that he didn't find it unpleasant; a reminder of hot, muggy days when the cooling rain had been downright welcome.
So he took his time, picking his way up the wet stone to his weyr ledge, and he might have even stayed out there to do his work if he didn't need to keep harness leather dry as much as he could. He did stay near the weyr's mouth, letting enough of the mist reach him to keep him cool.
And he did feel as though he needed that. Even with just a light vest on, he'd felt warm, even hot, until the rain started coming down. He knew what that probably meant, and on some level, he looked forward to it; he just didn't know the details. Which dragon was it that was getting Pirath restless, the blue perching on the ledge and looking down over the Bowl, wings stirring, anticipation flowing over to his rider? One of his Wingmates had been looking quite bright lately, and even if her rider was a woman, well, that wouldn't matter in the moment, so long as she understood afterwards.
Then...
Then he had his answer.
Avirith, yes. As she swept into the feeding ground and drained her first wherry, Pirath rumbled, wings mantling, eyes whirling with a mix of orange, red, and violet; and A'fel sat bolt upright, leather and steel falling from his fingers with a clatter from the buckle.
Get me to Ara's weyr, Pirath, A'fel instructed, hopping up and clinging to the dragon's neck-ridges in spite of the rain-slick hide. He didn't even try to resist, not this time. His need was Pirath's, and Pirath's was his.
Rumbling, the purple in his eyes intensifying, Pirath took to the air for the brief flight, and A'fel slid down to the stone, stepping into the greenrider's weyr.
The rising force of the storm did not concern Pirath. He'd ridden storms in the past; he was big, he was strong. As Avirith took to the skies, he roared and leaped after her, rising with powerful wingbeats to join the Chase.
The wind and rain would not stop him. He knew their tricks; knew when to let them take him, knew when to go against them. He would not let himself be brought out of the Chase by an encounter with the rocks below.
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Post by derek on Jun 12, 2011 14:36:54 GMT -5
I've been alone with you
Inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips
A thousand times
I sometimes see you
Pass outside my door
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
Maybe he had been stupid. Maybe he had thought too fast, or been to stubborn. Maybe he had been wrong. But what if he had been right? Alyara was... well, she was great. They had become friends over their months at Dalibor, but she wanted too much from him. She wanted to be his. To be Weyrmates. And he couldn't give that to her. He had a duty to the Weyr and to the Weyrleaders. Having Alyara in his life... in his bed... would distract him far too much from duty. Besides, Maerath's duty was to chase Golds, not Greens.
That wasn't to say he didn't want her, however, because he did. He thought about her often, and his heart pounded in his chest at the mention of her name. Their casual conversations were fierce battles where he had to fight to breathe. She was beautiful, smart, funny... but he couldn't do it. She was young, a baby. She was half her age, and there was no way they could ever be together. Ever. It would be way out of line.
Looking up, S'bel realized that it had begun to drizzle outside. Swearing-- he hated the rain --the man pushed his chair back so he could lean forward on his elbows. Days like this were miserable. They were cold and wet and generally distasteful. It was days like this that he wondered what would happen if he climbed into bed with Alyara! When it got that bad, he usually went down to the kitchens to grab some warming klah.
Standing, his hands on his desk, he shook his head. He may as well head down there now to keep himself from temptation. Stretching, he moved toward the door, only to be stopped as Maerath moved in the background. The rider turned just in time to see the dragon drop from the ledge, wings tucked in tight to his body. As he neared the ground, his powerful wings snapped open, and he landed on a rocky outcropping. Roaring loudly, the bronze's eyes swirled rapidly, his gaze focused on a moss-green dragon.
S'bel's eyes widened. Avirith. Swearing, he ran to the ledge, watching as the green blooded her kills. Maerath, stoically silent, watched her with a predatory glare in his swirling eyes. He would win this Flight. He would. There was no chance he would fail. The other suitors were nothing compared to him. The bronze roared again as Avirith took off, and he snapped open his wings.
The bronze bugled on last time before shooting into the air. He was quick for a bronze, but he knew Avirith was faster. He'd have to play his cards right on this one, but there was no chance he wouldn't. He would not mess this up. Avirith was his and he was going to make sure the whole world of Pern knew it!
The rain meant nothing to him. Blind lust was filling his body, and the thunder, the lightning, was lost in the haze of green that filled his vision. The only thing he saw was Avirith. Even the two blues faded into the background-- after all, they were nothing to him. If they got in his way, they would pay for it. Passing by one of them, he snarled a warning, but made no move to injure the other dragon. He would prove himself the traditional way-- by outflyinf the competition!
S'bel, both horrified and delighted at once, made his way slowly to Alyara's Weyr, unaware that he was only in breeches and boots. Standing in the doorway, his mind filled completely with Maerath's lust, and he moved forward. He longed to grab her, hold her, make her his, but Maerath hadn't won the flight... yet.
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide
Because you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you [/center] |
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Post by larkwing on Jun 12, 2011 15:49:05 GMT -5
These fancy things, will never come in between
You’re part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it’s part
When the world has dealt it’s cards
If the hand is hard, together we’ll mend your heart
Ara had to smile as she watched first one blue rider than another spill into her room. Catching glimpses of the two dragons from Avirith's vision, the rider practically purred in delight. She wasn't worried anymore about this. No, she was too far gone for that now. Doing her own little swivel over to the first of the two blue riders, Ara flirtingly reached out to caress the girl's hip. It didn't matter to her though if the contact was made or not. The act itself would serve its purpose, and the green rider soon turned on her heels to make the same move toward the male blue rider.
He seemed much less comfortable than she had even been. It didn't register in her mind who he was at first until Avirith gave out a happy croon at Pirath's arrival. Ah, so it was A'fel then from her own wing. Well, wouldn't that be an interesting thing to go through then. Still, Avirith wasn't anywhere near done yet, and the green was making that clear to everyone. So, Ara moved away, passing her weyr's entrance in the process. What she saw there made her pause. It was him...oh yes, it was him alright.
Avirith was quite enjoying leading her chasers in this dance. Flipping onto her back, the green looped around to first one side of them, then the other. She was faster than them with the wherry blood pulsing in her veins, and she had always been more acrobatic. So, why not show it off? Slipping between the two, she crooned happily as she let her wings gently brush against Nadderth and Pirath's sides. Or, she hoped that they brushed against their hide.
Either way, the green had other things to do. Dropping suddenly, the green cried out in joy. The rain was thick around her, but her glowing hide was a beacon in the hazy mess. Follow me boys. Let's see you show off....oh look! A bronze has even come to try out for my duet as well! Crooning happily, Avirith didn't recognize Maerath at first throught the rain. It wasn't until she felt Ara's mixed emotions that she did notice who it was. Oh, it's you. Sorry boys, time to do some cuts.
Stopping suddenly, Avirith corksrewed next to Maerath as he caught up. Hello Handsome. Crooning playfully, Avirith reached her tail over to hopefully trail it's light green tips along the bronze's wing. Without warning, the green reached out to scratch the bronze's hide lightly. It didn't have to hit, at this range it could have missed. Still, that wasn't the purpose. Avirith wanted to simply distract the male long enough for him to conveniently forget where he was goin. Looking up, the green swerved away from the rock structure and caught up to her blues.
Keep following boys, even you Maerath. We're even now I believe. Warbling to the blues to entice them again, she dipped down and up again through the maze of rocks and cliff. Below them the waves crashed loudly against the dark stone and thunder roared above. The rain was only getting harder, the wind stronger. Perhaps this wasn't such a good time to go dancing....
In her weyr, Ara had finally gotten over her surprise at seeing her "friend" enter. Sure they had spoken, but the green rider thought S'bel saw only a slim part of what she felt. She like him yes, but she also hated him for tormenting her silently. Whispering a soft sorry, the girl's eyes flicked downward as Avirith made her "attack" on Maerath. That done, the rider moved back to the blue riders. Raising her hands above her head, Ara shook out her hair, now about shoulder length after growing it out, and weaved her hips between theirs.
She liked dancing as much as Avirith did, she just normally wasn't this forward about it. Dipping as her dragon did, the rider hummed happily, already forgetting the worries that had entered along with the bronze rider. Instead, she focused on the girl and young man next to her, reaching out for them as Avirith twirled in the air. Dance with me! Show off and follow my lead!
I’m singin’ in the rain
Just singin’ in the rain
What a glorious feeling
and I’m happy again.
I’m laughing at clouds.
So dark , up above ,
The sun’s in my heart
And i’m ready for love. |
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Post by claire on Jun 16, 2011 13:32:14 GMT -5
You're a good soldier, choosing your battles
Pick yourself up and dust yourself off and back in the saddle
Here on the front lines - everyone's watching
You know it's serious, we're getting closer, this isn't over
The pressure's on
You feel it
But you've got it all
Believe it Astrid leaned into the Greenrider's touch, hips tilting invitingly and a smile curving her lips. She wouldn't touch back; not yet. Not until Nadderth had earned her that right in the Chase. He would give it his all, she had no doubt of that. And she truly did hope he would win. The feeling of restless adrenaline and unsatisfied arousal a Flight lost left behind was incredibly frustrating. Nadderth snorted at the snarling Bronze, unimpressed with his posturing. Really. What sort of silly Bronze tried to chase a Green? Too slow, too clumsy...so maybe the big dragons had more stamina, but what use was that the the female in Flight could fly circles around you without any sort of effort at all? This chase was for Fighters. The big shinies should stay out of it. Apparently Avirith wasn't impressed either. He crooned in answer as she swept tantalisingly close, openly admiring. So graceful! So beautiful! He twisted in the air to follow after her, one wing beating down in a single powerful stroke, the other stretched wide to balance him as he turned a tight circle. He had lost a little height in the turn, but he was still positioned well enough to see clearly when Avirith raked her claws down the Bronze's hide. He felt no sympathy. And then even that slight consideration of the bigger dragon was forgotten as he dived to follow Avirith into the crashing maw of waves and rocks by the bottom of the cliffs. His wings skimmed the spray from the sea, his tail just barely brushing the jagged face of the cliff. Avirith was an indistinct green blur through the lashing rain. Briefly she was illuminated by a flash of lightning. Nadderth howled joyfully over the crash of thunder that followed and trimmed his wings to join the dance. Back in Ara's weyr, Astrid reached out for the Greenrider's hand People are raising their expectations
Go on and meet 'em, this is your moment, no hesitations
Today's your day
I feel it
You pave the way
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Post by veritas on Jun 16, 2011 16:45:05 GMT -5
In the past, A'fel might have struggled against his dragon's need, might have recoiled, if only slightly, from the greenrider's touch.
But not today. This time, he'd willingly embraced Pirath's lust, made it a part of him. This time, he yearned for that touch and more. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to... yes. The only thing that had him in any way uncomfortable was needing to be apart from the rider until the Flight had a winner.
Pirath kept track of his competition, but he didn't let it sway him; he certainly paid no heed to the bronze's "warning". No dragon, not even a bronze, won a Flight just for the asking. If a bronze won this Flight, it'd likely be either by Avirith's choice, or because the blues got sloppy. And with the storm's force rising around them, he could not afford to be sloppy. He was already at a disadvantage with the other blue being lighter and more nimble; maybe the strength of the wind would let his own strength turn into an advantage in turn - but if it did, so too would it favor the bronze. And even if Avirith had marked that bronze with her claws, she hadn't refused him entirely.
It was much too early to get confident, to assume that he had won or would. He still needed to give this Flight his best.
The smaller dragons could spare getting closer to the water; Pirath flared his wings a little earlier, turning his descent into a swooping glide - not much earlier; still less than a wingspan above Avirith. But slightly so; enough to keep the spray from licking his wings or tail. There wasn't so much room that he could spare a great deal of distance; he followed as close as he dared, giving some extra clearance where he needed, cutting corners where he could, and for the most part gauging the green's flight path well enough to keep from losing ground. His wings labored to keep him in the Chase; wherever he could, he furled them and let the wind help him along. Always shifting, always adjusting - but that was always how he'd approached Flights: canny, if not consciously calculating.
And even beyond the lust, he thrilled with the excitement, the challenge, the sheer joy of the intricate flight, the dance with the storm.
Back on the ground, as Ara reached out, A'fel extended his hand in turn, fingers splaying, stretching forward, straining to bridge the gap between them. He licked his lips, panting softly with his dragon's need and his own, almost trembling - not from nervousness, and only a fool would mistake it for that; but from excitement, from tense energy, from the urge to join in the frenetic pursuit that was going on over the storm-tossed coast.
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Post by larkwing on Jun 18, 2011 22:53:43 GMT -5
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
Avirith was happy with her chasers, crooning, the green wove throught he rocks more and glanced back behind her glowing body. The two blues were following, the smaller on her level and the larger above them. Maerath was no where to be seen, everything was right with the world according to the dragoness and Hers. After all, if the bronze couldn't keep up..... Well, enough of him, this was about her!
Marveling at the smaller blue, Nadderth, she corrected herself, Avirith swept back around a rock structure to sidle next to him. The blue was beautiful! Just beautiful, and he danced so well too! His moves had sent him a bit farther back than Pirath, but that was okay with her. Swiveling so that her body was practically upside down, the green flew below both her blue chasers so that they could appreciate the view.
Almost done now boys! Almost time for the grand finale! Avirith crooned seductively to Pirath and Nadderth. Glancing toward the larger blue, Avirith turned her attention to his movements. They weren't as graceful, but instead steady and sure. Much like a good leading man should be! Oh, do you have to make this so incredibly hard you two? Whining a bit, Avirith swing back to where she was flying properly again and started to climb slightly to a higher altitude.
Who to choose..... Warbling happily, Avirith made a wide arc back toward Nadderth. She liked him! He was like her, swift and nimble and such a graceful dancer. The rain had different plans. This entire flight it was increasingly becoming thicker and harder. The wind was howling louder, drowing out the sound of the dragons' wings, and around them lightning flashed across the sky. It was all beautiful to the green, though the thunder was met with Avirith's own rebellious roar. She was so close to her chosen male now, and that's when one of those arcs of electricity snapped in between them.
Crying out, Avirith locked her wings and dropped suddenly frightened by the heat and light. Confused, she opened her wings again and tried to regain her lost altitude, but there was another set of wings with hers! There was a tail, twining around her pale green one, and a flash of blue hide all around her smaller body. Pirath, please don't let me fall! Crooning like a scared child, Avirith clung to the male. It wasn't who she had intended, but how right it seemed now. He was strong and steady and wonderful, everything she needed in this moment!
On the ground, Ara had started to make her own move toward Astrid, only to cry out alarmed as the lightning interupted Avirith's choosing. Flailing slightly, the green rider turned wide eyes on her suitors. The only thing in her mind now was the safety of her dragon, but as she backed into a warm body, those fears were completely forgotten. The girl looked up, not knowing whose eyes to expect. Things had started so great, and now it was such a mess! Or perhaps not...looking into A'fel's eyes, Ara sighed happily and wove herself around the man as her dragon did with his blue. This was okay, this was good....now if only the others would leave so that they could be alone.
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean |
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Post by veritas on Jun 19, 2011 10:40:41 GMT -5
For a moment, it seemed as though this was not going to be one of Pirath's successful Flights. Oh, he'd fought well, and he'd have got over it quickly enough if Avirith had, indeed, chosen Naddirth as it seemed she was likely to do.
Then the weather intervened - a stroke of lightning close enough to set his hide to tingling and to dazzle his eyes. But not so much of the dazzle that he couldn't see the resulting opportunity and move in to take it, twining his tail around Avirith's.
In spite of the storm, he spread his wings wide, laboring to keep both of them aloft in the treacherous winds, for however long they needed...
A'fel's reaction was similar; at first thinking he'd be on his way shortly, when the greenrider moved toward the other bluerider - but then Ara was reeling against him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding close, as the dragons' need surged higher still. Yes. He wanted her, needed her, and for this slice of time he had her. He was rather less concerned by the onlookers; all that mattered was him and her. As she looked up at him, he slid one hand up behind her head to draw her into a fierce kiss, with not one note of reluctance or hesitation to be had.
In the moment, this was right.
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