How Nadya had fretted the loss of Frost's heart. Though she knew her home within the pack and thus her children's was fine, she didn't know how she could remain and watch Frost find that closeness with someone else. Her suggestion for a vacation was well received though and his further assurance that his heart was still hers...well it was all she could have asked for. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she settled closer to him.
Although those turmoiled thoughts danced in her mind, the fear of losing another child, the want for one was far stronger. Nadya easily pressed a stolen kiss to his lips with her whispered answer. That gentle hand upon his face falling back to her lap as her lips parted to question him on the vacation but the words were cut off by Frost's own stolen kiss. Nadya felt his body shift, pressing closer until it was guiding her back to lay on the blanket. She smirked back at him as she snaked a hand over his clothed chest to drape over his shoulder and play with the hair at the back of his head. "Careful what you start Rikarour if you can't finish it."
"I think I can manage that request." Nadya chuckled. Frost's possessiveness, though sometimes drawing an eye-roll, was nothing less than empowering. Sometimes she poked at it just to see another man scatter from Frost's deadly gaze. It could be quite entertaining. "I was also wanting to talk to you about Micah...but...that could wait another time." Her concern for Micah's possible power wasn't as pressing as...Frost's body at the moment. In the same manner as her dress had distracted him, the feeling of even the clothed planes of his body pressed against hers could distract her. "If you're still hungry though...I have more food." Though her smile didn't falter, her gaze drifted to the food laid out beside them on the blanket.
Nadya Tetradore