14.May.14, 08:05 PM
J'tir grinned up at her, his face a mixture of teasing her and pleasure that she seemed to enjoy his spontaneous burst of affection. He couldn't help but watch as she chewed her lip and he tried not to get too distracted. The bronzerider discovered that he rather liked when she did that; it was adorable. When she finally spoke, after waiting oh so patiently for him to stop rambling, J'tir dragged his eyes from her mouth and back up to hers. He was about to protest that she hadn't really failed him, but when he opened his mouth, her hands cupped his face and she was smiling down at him. The words stopped in his throat, and she dropped her bombshell. “If you want to try again.. to have a second chance at fatherhood..” She pulled back just enough to watch his face as she spoke, a small smile curling her lips. “I couldn't ask for a better man to have that second chance with.”
Elation and happiness surged through the man, and Vleyth, caught up in the emotions through their bond, bugled the man's pleasure and his own; more thoroughly than J'tir ever could have in words. The man hugged Ali to him, his head resting on her stomach where his future child would grow, and he kissed her gently. He couldn't help but grin like a deadglow, "I am glad we get this chance again." Strong hands moved down her back and over her thighs teasingly before he dropped them into the water and splashed her lightly with the warm water. "But, for now... Let's get clean and get caught up? Yeah?" Laughter bubbled forth, loosening the knot of mixed emotions from their talk, and he moved away to pull himself from the hot spring. "Come on, I have some sweetsand over there, and I am more than happy to share. You can wash first while I attempt to do my dirty laundry."
You will be a good father. I hope your clutch has many eggs. The bronze sent, watching his bonded as he moved quickly to the other hot spring pool. You goof, you know how human babies work. Just one, usually. The man responded, grinning at the absurdity of a woman laying a clutch of eggs. You are no fun. the dragon teased back. Gathering up his basket of clothes, the sweetsand with lavender in it and the cleaning sand for his clothes, J'tir waddled back awkwardly with his load. "Ever bathed with lavender scented soapsand?" he grinned at Ali, opening the container and holding it out to her. The gentle scent wafted in the damp air, making their area smell better than it usually did. If any of the other riders thought it was off for him to smell of flowers, J'tir didn't care. He was arguably one of the best smelling ones after a bath, at least until the light scent wore off.
Elation and happiness surged through the man, and Vleyth, caught up in the emotions through their bond, bugled the man's pleasure and his own; more thoroughly than J'tir ever could have in words. The man hugged Ali to him, his head resting on her stomach where his future child would grow, and he kissed her gently. He couldn't help but grin like a deadglow, "I am glad we get this chance again." Strong hands moved down her back and over her thighs teasingly before he dropped them into the water and splashed her lightly with the warm water. "But, for now... Let's get clean and get caught up? Yeah?" Laughter bubbled forth, loosening the knot of mixed emotions from their talk, and he moved away to pull himself from the hot spring. "Come on, I have some sweetsand over there, and I am more than happy to share. You can wash first while I attempt to do my dirty laundry."