Chapter 12: Fighting For his Favourite ritual
"Run!" she cut him off as she grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him out of the crowd sprinting into another directing and without wasting time the animal was right behind them making Lydia sprint but she wasn’t fast enough so Theodore took the lead as he smiled feeling freer than he has in decades, Lydia was a bundle of sunshine.
Theodore got them into a narrow corner they stood facing each other, Lydia breathless and sweaty, her palm on his arms as she steadied herself, her shawl far down hanging on her arm, his gaze tracing her face down South, she had scared for nothing a hyena couldn’t act a scratch on her when he was there, he had been enjoying himself too much to care about the hyena coming after them
"I think... think it’s gone" Lydia whispered glancing out of the curve, her dark hair covering half her face Theodore reached out to move it away, getting a better view of her slender neck glistening with a sheen of sweat he gulped
"We can sneak back out" she suggested, still looking out.
"Mhmm" as he leaned in and dropped a kiss right under her ear.
"Lord Theodore?" her call was barely a whisper, her stomach tight.
"Yes Gooseberry" he dropped another kiss under her jaw, an almost wet kiss.
"What are you doing?" she rasped her tone low as she clenched her fist to keep her strength.
"Taking your scents" his voice slightly muffled in her neck "You know how animals find people by scent" he said as he kept himself busy sniffing the line of a protruding vein on her neck.
The damn dungarees, he thought were too neck high and obstructing, he needed more access to the hot spot between her collarbone and neck
"Why?" she asked stupidly. She then stiffened a sigh as her legs shivered her hands landed on his shoulders reflexively.