drina perez is lost (stilldefending) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-01-05 00:36:00 |
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A deep inhale brought with it the scent of fox mingled in on the cool morning air. The scent brought a curve to her lips and she rustled slightly between the sheets, pulling her hands up under the pillow. She turned over and blinked a couple of times. There he was, lying with the sheet stopping at his navel and his hand draped over his chest. Drina slipped one hand out from under the pillow and reached over so she could trail her fingers lightly against his arm. She let the pads of her fingers skim along his hand, jumping from his knuckles down to the dark hair on his chest.
Drina inched forward so that her cheek was resting against his chest and she lay there for a long moment just listening to his heart beat. The wolf inside stirred as head gently rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing; Marco was hers. His smell, the sounds he made, together in her mind they spelled out one simple yet consuming phrase: mate. The thought led her to press little kisses against his warm chest, creating a small path up to his collarbone until she felt him shift. He was waking up and Drina’s arm stretched over his chest so that she was leaning over him. She lifted her head so that she could watch those brown eyes of his pop open.
“Good morning,” she whispered in Spanish. The smile dancing on her lips was easy and playful. Perhaps it was lingering feelings from last night, or the fact that the only thing that shielded their bodies from sight was the thin sheet covering them, but Drina found herself feeling very flirtatious in that moment. And why shouldn’t she be? The Wolf was awake and was here with its mate. She could do whatever she wanted and right now, she wanted to make Marco smile.
“How’d you sleep?” Her teeth slid over her bottom lip and gently snagged the corner as she smirked. “Well, I hope.”