(Warm-up/ Practive Story) Deviation

Ch. 8

As Syrri started to wake, her sensed were flooded by Thel's scent, causing her open her eyes more quickly to find it's source.

She had sat up in his cot, in his tent, and had seen that his cloak was around her, keeping her pleasantly warm from the cold air outside.

Her opinion of the male had dramatically increased over the past month, and even more so as her next cycle was nearing.

She would find herself wandering in her mind to more of her... Secretive, thoughts with Thel, and she had an inkling that he was radiation the same thoughts as her.

She'd has left the warm spot where he'd put her, and took his cloak with her as she had gone to her tent to put her own armor on.

As she left her tent, she had embellished Thel's scent from the cloak.

She couldn't rightly explain it, yet his scent had calmed her, a tranquil feeling, yet also sped her hearts more than any male had ever attempted before.

As she had spotted him standing at the ledge of the cliff side, she couldn't help but smile softly at him as she approached him.

"Hmn... You look odd without your cloak." She said, catching him by surprise as her form had seemed to move like a shadow in front of him as she had fanned it out around his neck.

"It looks better on you than me."  She said sweetly as she attached it to his chestplate, looking up to his eyes.

He had chuckled at her as she stood to his right.

"It didn't look appalling on your form."

His warm comment and smile had earned him another nuzzle from her into the crook of his neck, and a soft look from her.

He looked at her, smile still intact as he gave her a questioning look.

"What was that one for?"

She meekly shrugged at him.

"Just because..." 

Thel had given one chuckle before had put his muzzle to hers, and had pushed into her, his eyes were dimmed softly as he kept his head level to hers.

He could feel heat radiation off of her from his action, obviously slightly flustered.

"Why?" She asked in a shaky chuckle as Thel shrugged as she did.

"Just because..." He said softly, almost as a whisper.

She smiled at him as he did gazing at her, and pushed her muzzle into his, her eyelids dimming as his were.

Thel's hands had gone to her waist as her's had traveled up his chestplate to his neck as their mandibles had grazed with one another...

Before Xytan stood behind them as he cleared his throat, glaring at the two with his hands crossed.

They had frozen, and had looked at him sheepishly, and had taken a step away from one another.

Syrri had sulked as she chuckled nerviously at her father, Thel standing taller with his sheepish glance towards his Admiral.

Xytan had looked between the two, and his furrowed brow slowly softened as he stopped on his daughter.

He had given Thel one last cold look before he had dropped his arms, and left the two to themselves.

They chuckled nervously with one another, finally able to breath without fear of ridicule from Xytan.

Syrri had went back to Thel, slipping her head under his jaws completely and looked back at him as he had enjoyed her closeness, inhaling her scent and looking at her fondly.