Mon Nov 04, 2013 10:32 am by Songhue
Path blushed, beyond pleased, and scooping up a mouthful of grass herself trotted into the center of their glade. She put a little bit of a saunter in her walk, swinging her hips and allowing her tail to flutter like a ribbon behind her.
Dance for me.
Not from joy, for the sake of movement, to express sorrow; for him. Dance that he might watch and enjoy, that she may be appreciated as she was, appreciated for being his.
It was a strange and wonderful sensation, to be desired; adoration was one thing they shared in plenty, but desirability? She'd not considered it before. Others had, but not her.
It influenced her dance.
She bowed, shuffling her legs sideways with her head low, only to have the motion change with a fluid ease into a pivot, her head down for balance as she spun around on only two legs. Shifting her weight, the motion seamless, she brought her balance to the back two legs and poured herself upright, standing tall for a single breath, then two, before gliding down and sideways, bringing her full weight to bear on a single foreleg this time.
Landing again, her movements sped up, crouching low as all four hooves touched the grass and sweeping herself sideways until she was pivoting around that same foreleg, her tail sweeping out to tickle him. Springing upwards, she kept her hoof solidly on the ground and shot her back legs into the air again, having built enough momentum to force herself entirely in the air to flip and land on her left hind leg. Even the landing appeared seamless, the moment her hoof touched grass again fading into another pirouetting spin. She brought herself lower and lower, drawing her back leg upwards as her front legs stretched forward for balance, spinning faster and faster as she went lower and lower without touching the ground with more than that single hoof she balanced on.
Her tail had been tucked tight, yet it fluttered out again as she began to draw herself upwards, stretching as high as she could and allowing her back legs to very nearly cross - they seemed to meld into being a single leg as she twirled.
And quite suddenly the twirling was broken as she leaped forward, landing on her front hooves for a moment as her back end kept swinging, bringing her over again. She flipped completely, landing on her front hoof again, and once again pushed into the air, this time flipping just enough to land on her back legs. And the dance began to take on a life of its own.
Twisting, twirling, fluttering, she lost track of the moves; she lost herself in the dance, in the rhythm that ebbed and flowed, reflecting the many facets of what she felt their relationship was. What had begun as a sensuous exploration of dancing for his sake, of being desired, became a display of her joy for such; she was desirability itself, she was their gentle night together and the fire he sparked in her heart, she was love and longing and passion.
Want Need Yes
The words whispered through her head, pounded through her blood. She caught a bare glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, a momentary vision as she moved, and her blood sang.
Want
Another instance vision, the expression on his face, the depth of his eyes, and her ears seemed to ring with the roaring that came from deep inside, the overwhelming wave of emotions, impression, sensations that built higher, faster, rougher.
Need
Her dance brought her closer, close enough to lick his cheek, to taste his lips, a bare passing brush that left a tingling sensation; one that quickly spread, a warmth which grew to tighten her throat, to weight heavy in her belly, to make her legs burn with the perfect joy of it.
Yes
And there was an explosion in her, a snapping sensation where she released, for the one instant, every ounce of her control, every single one of her manners, everything except for riding this wave of emotion she'd built, the wave he'd inspired and begun. Rearing, front legs loosely tucked, she twisted around and for a moment seemed utterly weightless, hanging in the air as her back hooves hovered a good three feet from the ground and her eyes locked with his.
The quiet thud of her hooves hitting grass seemed a thundering finale, at least to her ears, as she finally placed all four hooves solidly once again. After the final, explosive leaping twist, she felt almost drained; and very, very deeply happy.
She had never danced for anyone before.
As she returned to herself, her sides rippling as she gulped in air, her tail swaying gently, her ring glowing bright enough to be the light source of their little glade, she realized that she'd lost herself so thoroughly that the sun had moved. Indeed, she'd lost herself to completely that she'd been unaware of her tail ring putting on a complimentary light show for most of the dance, an impressive, glimmering display lighting up the quiet shadows created by the canopy. Whatever her movements failed to convey, her tail ring had shouted; an array of light and color had burst forth from that little band which should have well been impossible without honest fire.
Yet she didn't know. As she caught her breath, shining nearly as brightly as her ring from her exertion, she only knew two things; that the stallion she loved was looking at her, and that she would gladly dance for him whenever he wanted.
And with that she smiled, an expression of such heart-rending tenderness that it would very nearly bring most to tears.
