Laira Darkhold
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Draco smiled at her and nudged her playfully as they walked through the trees. He just wanted her, and he wanted a life with her, not a life around hers that needed to be contorted and manipulated to intersect with hers occasionally. Such a life was fun, and would be nice for them both for a time, but they both desired more than just a fun weekend together every now and again. A lot of their future depended on him, and getting rid of the demons he bore inside him. He knew it wouldn't be an easy journey and wouldn't be something he could just go do. But it would be a quest befitting her Knight-Errant. In time, he would earn the gift of her love. He had it now, but he was not yet deserving of such a gift, and he knew that to be true.
"Well, you hadn't exactly seen all I had to offer," he smiled, quickly kissing her cheek, letting her pull him along another path leading down a hill. "Not that you were leading me on, that without the constant presence of my charm you would come to your senses. My charms aren't as ensnaring as your feminine wiles." He was grinning, teasing her back. She had certainly ensnared him completely during their weekend together, making him loath having to separate and long for getting to have another weekend like this one. He could see her looking him over, her face from one of subtle arousal to one of sorrow as she shifted over him, reinforcing his feelings for her. That she could love him, be attracted to him, and be sympathetic for his old wounds reassured him of her feelings for him and his feelings for her.
He could hear the sound of running water in the distance, "Yes, I can hear it, cyar'ika. Is that what you are wanting to show me?"
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"Well, you hadn't exactly seen all I had to offer," he smiled, quickly kissing her cheek, letting her pull him along another path leading down a hill. "Not that you were leading me on, that without the constant presence of my charm you would come to your senses. My charms aren't as ensnaring as your feminine wiles." He was grinning, teasing her back. She had certainly ensnared him completely during their weekend together, making him loath having to separate and long for getting to have another weekend like this one. He could see her looking him over, her face from one of subtle arousal to one of sorrow as she shifted over him, reinforcing his feelings for her. That she could love him, be attracted to him, and be sympathetic for his old wounds reassured him of her feelings for him and his feelings for her.
He could hear the sound of running water in the distance, "Yes, I can hear it, cyar'ika. Is that what you are wanting to show me?"
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