[There is truth in his words, and for that reason Eun eases up once more, temporarily mollified. Her words had not felt like enough to her or her wolf, but she continues to control her breathing, to tell herself that there will be other times tonight to make it clear to Asil that she considers him to belong to her now. She allows herself to enjoy the way he plays with her hair.
His words give her the space to appreciate his story when he offers it, and it helps her more to know that those who wanted to spice up his life were well-meaning, interfering friends. Not female pack members making passes at him, who may yet add complications if they are still with Bran and his wolves.
So she settles in to listen to him, about Kelly who was a young man, not a young woman, who Asil has apparently taken under his protection. She does not manage to keep her expression neutral at his mention of the date from a "must love cats" site, especially as the look in her eyes conveys complete understanding of what he may have potentially encountered. As for the witches...Eun knows a little about witches. Enough that she does not press for more. They are veering away from too-heavy topics, and witches do not make comfortable bed mates.
Carefully, she lifts her hands to begin stroking over him again. An act she had stopped when she had just needed comfort from him. Expression thoughtful, but lips quirked up ever so slightly, she meets his gaze once more.]
Tomorrow is soon enough, when the sun is shining on us. [Her fingertips trail lightly over his shoulder, and down his chest as they are wont to do. They trace a wide circle over one pectoral muscle.] I would like to meet Kelly sometime, if the opportunity comes up, since I don't think people would call him your human surrogate son if you did not become friends of a sort.
[Her smile grows more certain, but the look in her eyes is almost self-deprecating as she adds:] You told me over wine, I think, that you did not want to become prematurely territorial. At the time I didn't realize how easily those sorts of feelings could be provoked.
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His words give her the space to appreciate his story when he offers it, and it helps her more to know that those who wanted to spice up his life were well-meaning, interfering friends. Not female pack members making passes at him, who may yet add complications if they are still with Bran and his wolves.
So she settles in to listen to him, about Kelly who was a young man, not a young woman, who Asil has apparently taken under his protection. She does not manage to keep her expression neutral at his mention of the date from a "must love cats" site, especially as the look in her eyes conveys complete understanding of what he may have potentially encountered. As for the witches...Eun knows a little about witches. Enough that she does not press for more. They are veering away from too-heavy topics, and witches do not make comfortable bed mates.
Carefully, she lifts her hands to begin stroking over him again. An act she had stopped when she had just needed comfort from him. Expression thoughtful, but lips quirked up ever so slightly, she meets his gaze once more.]
Tomorrow is soon enough, when the sun is shining on us. [Her fingertips trail lightly over his shoulder, and down his chest as they are wont to do. They trace a wide circle over one pectoral muscle.] I would like to meet Kelly sometime, if the opportunity comes up, since I don't think people would call him your human surrogate son if you did not become friends of a sort.
[Her smile grows more certain, but the look in her eyes is almost self-deprecating as she adds:] You told me over wine, I think, that you did not want to become prematurely territorial. At the time I didn't realize how easily those sorts of feelings could be provoked.