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As he looked away from the woman he could still feel her gaze piercing him. Already the cat was struggling with his own imagination. So, he wasn't entirely receptive to having anyone see behind his eyes, and he knew Olive was one of a few who could discern his unconventional feline gaze.
When the woman weaved in front of his gate, it forced the feline to stop his heavy stride, and stare down at the priestess. Tracing the outline of her form with his gaze, he held his breath as she spoke.
Every bit of the woman's musical tempo had returned. No longer where there days of painful silence. Suddenly, it came forth like a crescendo of truthful proclamation. Every bit of her tempo, tone and motion of her slim frame, worked in unison to make the big cat's heart pound, and spine tingle with an energy begging to be released. Slate eyes, did not move from their target now, as if she had challenged him, and that in any moment this could explode into a contest of strength.
White fur on the cats neck stood on end, fluffing itself outward. Behind him, his long tail swept in a great arc as it raised itself higher into the air.
As that small paw touched down on the top of his own, it felt unnaturally sensitive, causing him to keep his stone gaze fixed to the pale wolf, and dig his claws into the loam beneath them.
Apparently, this was what she wanted the entire time.
Drifting closer the large skull of the feline, pushed beyond her aura, until he could feel the heat from her hide on his nose. Releasing his tongue, he traced the edge of the woman's jaw, across her neck and to the base of her ear.
That was his answer.
Pulling himself back out of her aura, he sat back on his haunches to hide any of his body's more profane response to the woman's melody.
Still, this wasn't over. Though it was obvious how the cat felt now, there where still some loose ends.
"I don't know if @Valmúa would feel the same way..." , he added, feeling a bit guilty that he just did that. Which brought his to his second thought.
Olive was not Valmua. The sturdy warrior of a woman had this far seemed to revel in the heat of feline passion. But, when Kuhn pictured Olive side by side with the fire woman he couldn't imagine that any of that might work the same way.
"Besides... being with me might not be what you think...", he purred ominously. If this where to happen, she would know what she was getting in to.
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