Saying it out loud while knowing she wouldn’t respond would have been too painful. I’ve never said her name before, only in the dark when I’m alone and then it was only whispered. “Valkyrie,” I rasp and she twitches, letting out a pant. The one that doesn’t mind breaking a little rule here and there. She’s probably scolding herself right now for her misstep, telling herself how bad she’s been but my lips curl. When she realizes I’ve caught her watching me, she gasps and turns around so fast her long skirt sways around her boots. My body brims with the power I want to pour into her and watch her lap it up. I relish under her intense stare, my skin heating up and my muscles swell. She won’t look at me but then her eyes can’t help but to sway and they land on the tattoo on my torso. Her eyes dance back and forth and I have to give her credit for being so adamant on keeping up the law. When the sun hits it, her tresses shine like copper and it’s been my new favorite color ever since we met. Her hair is a rich chocolate and sometimes she curls it and sometimes she wears it straight. Don’t know if she’s pear shaped or an hourglass or a triangle.but I bet whatever her shape, it’ll feel lovely in my hands. She’s always covered up and I don’t even know the shape of her. The flicker warms the room and more importantly it lets me see Valkyrie clearly.
“It’s dark in here,” I rasp and I take out my lighter from my back pocket. Her hands clutch my fur and they’re shaking and her breathing’s erratic, condensing like smoke in the cold air.
It makes me want to wrap my arms around her to make her bigger and stronger. She cowers in the corner, her gaze fastened on the ground and she looks so small in my fur. I’m not cold but I’m not going to pass up on this chance and I step inside.
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