Some fear fire, but I've become it.
Mira had not anticipated that selfless offer which kindly left Tetradore's lips. She had anticipated a light-hearted tease at her strange once concealed admittance not this generous offer to help her fulfil a dream that had long since vanished from her view. She remembered that feeling of her life once mapped out before her with nothing but the sky and her heart to guide her. Little did she know that life had its own complex plans, as it did for everyone in one form or another. Some received a far worse hand than others, but it wasn't about those cards you were dealt it was how you used them, and perceiver. Perhaps everything happened for a reason, Mira certainly did. After all, she had ended up here, carved herself a home of her choosing.
Even though her love of the stars had remained withstanding time itself, she had no desire to run from this life that had welcomed her, one that included Tetradore. There was something about him that haunted her waking thoughts, one that kept drawing her to him even though he was unreadable as the endlessness of space. She was unable to ignore that pull, not that she hardly fought it, steadfast upon her course. Because of those moments, these moments were far worth it in her eyes. Especially when he allowed her a glimpse of himself to be seen, to hear his laugh, all rare experience she found she cherished.
What she would do to know those carefully guarded secrets lingering behind that vault that was the man's mind. Mira easily reached for his hand as though she had a million time before, their fingers entwining in a rare tender expression that spoke more than words. If it wasn't that emotive look that all but flooded her eyes, it was that very touch that mirrored how much his sentiment meant to her.
There was so much left unsaid between them and yet, that glimmer of it shone in her as those gentle golden eyes peered at him his expression seemed peaceful, one they both shared. His face always handsome looked different when it softened, tender and content... two words that rarely described the mercurial alpha before her.
After a moment of revelling in that very moment amidst the blissful afterglow of sex, snacks, opulence and comfort. Tetradore gave her a small window into his own childhood dreams. Mira was insistent in her belief in him. Like he believed she could have earned her place amongst the stars, she was certain he could have become one of the very best racer's in the world. Of course it was very different than what he did now even though his adoration for those cars seemed to linger. The larger question was.. What stopped him? He was a man that could achieve what he desired, but why did he lose his grip on that very dream?
"Come now I know that and yet that does not change my opinion." She uttered resolutely, her faith in him steadfast.
Her dream was stolen from her, was his too? Or had he simply chosen another path altogether after the death of his parents? Those words left unspoken seemed to linger between them only suggesting to how much he kept buried within. She didn't poke and prod, allowing him to navigate within his own comfort zone as the conversation naturally shifts from one topic to the next.
Mira could hardly help the excitement that rose within her chest as the darkness of night that breathed new life to that room, and the city itself. She could already make out the silver specs shimmering within the clear cloudless sky. Mira rose from the bed, hardly caring that her body remained exposed, the woman nothing short of confident in either form, especially around him when he had just made her body sing.
She found herself curious if Tetradrore would join her, turning her head just so to catch a glimpse toward the bed over her shoulder. Her golden eyes nearly glowing in the dimly lit room, a desire to share with him something she had not with another in such an intimate setting. A slight knowing smile toyed upon her lips that she was unable to contain. She mouthed the words 'come here' in an almost playful fashion before she looked up, her face close to the glass, her hair not quite making it beyond the swell of her breasts, the rich brown strands trickling the front. She listened to the rustling sound of Tetradore unfolding his limbs off the bed. It wasn't long before he appeared behind her, feeling his wordless presence strong and welcomed.
His secure arms wrapping her in security she hardly knew she desired and yet basked within. That intimate warm hold of their nude bodies settled against one another was enough to expel a soft peaceful sigh, relaxing further into his warmth before she felt the affectionate press of lips upon her cheek. How unlike him and yet she found she secretly craved that closeness all the same.
For but a moment the couple was lost in a soothing comfortable silence filled with an enveloping warmth and belonging peering upward at the sky. Mira began to speak softly, her voice like a gentle lullaby that mirrored his tender embrace of her. A hand carefully rose to point up at the seemingly endless sky, contently explaining those intricate constellations that dwelled there. As much as she enjoyed the scientific side of space, she enjoyed the myth just as much. How long had it been since she was able to speak of that knowledge she had all but locked tightly away.
The she-wolf hardly knew how much time had passed in the intimacy before the pair could not fight sleep off any longer, her fingers entwined with his own as she tugged him gently toward the beckoning king-sized oasis. She kissed his lips soundly, content within the stronghold of his arms. There were no words that could be uttered to simply express how much that day and evening had meant to her. Unpredictable and surprising in the best of ways, just like him. Her thoughts began to wander to the stars, behind her closed eyelids she swore she could float amongst the stairs, dreaming of possibilities and hope. It hardly took long before sleep swiftly swept them away. She hardly knew what time it was back home, nor did she care. Not when at that moment in that time there was nothing else besides them lost in a satisfying warmth that nothing could compare.