no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

A snort leaves her once again at the mention of him being the beauty, and she pauses in the tug of war struggle to actually look at him the best she can while she’s in this position, eyes soft and gentle. “Would you really?” She half teases, a hum of laughter leaving her at that. But he doesn’t shy from the forms she shows him, the feathers, the fur, the canines, the talons at the tips of her fingers that she uses slightly to interlock his wrist a bit more.

But she lets them disappear as she stills, lulling him into a trap of getting her loose enough to spin to face him and capture those wrists again, from those hands that aim to tickle her. She can see him flush, see his bright grin along his face as she snorts lightly to him and shakes her head, pushing him further back to the desk. And then he teases her again, and her eyes find his as he leans back, wrists pulling in tighter until her body aligns with his, pressing more fully toward the front as he wishes her to – giving into the trap that he sets for her as she struggles to come up with a retort. “You say that now, but I doubt there’d be much enjoyment in it for you. I definitely would though.” A wolfish grin crosses her face to that.

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA