She's obedient and doesn't move. Instead, she watches him, despite her racing heart and need to shift about. She wants to touch him, to press her lips to him, or have him press his to her. But, she remains still except for the minute movements of her hips that she can't stop.
Moon loves how he makes her feel, even before he said he loved her. That is a great gift, yes, but she sees it as a gift, something given freely, just as hers had been for him. Even if she'd known, in that way the tarot do, what he'd felt even before he admitted it to himself, it's different when it's spoken. Words have power, and the power those words have over her is intense. He is her wolf, she his moon, and Moon is rather content in that.
A bondage that isn't bondage, because -- though Jason had feared it -- those words change nothing about their relationship and what it is. It is as it was before he'd said them, and Moon is happy with that.
"Jason," she whispers, eyes following his every move.
Re: The Forest
Moon loves how he makes her feel, even before he said he loved her. That is a great gift, yes, but she sees it as a gift, something given freely, just as hers had been for him. Even if she'd known, in that way the tarot do, what he'd felt even before he admitted it to himself, it's different when it's spoken. Words have power, and the power those words have over her is intense. He is her wolf, she his moon, and Moon is rather content in that.
A bondage that isn't bondage, because -- though Jason had feared it -- those words change nothing about their relationship and what it is. It is as it was before he'd said them, and Moon is happy with that.
"Jason," she whispers, eyes following his every move.