a centaur HK snippet
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gilascaveRated PG, set sometime before Due North.
Centaur of the Matter
by James
Levon hadn't been here for awhile -- and he'd been here it with Joe. Levon hadn't even realised that until now, and all of a sudden he couldn't decide if he should feel guilty for the omission, or not.
He pushed the worry to the back of his mind -- Joe wasn't here, so it wasn't like he could tell him. Afterwards, it'd be a simple thing to just tell him. If... if Levon decided he wanted to.
It was one thing to be submissive to his human mate. Telling Joe all his secrets was entirely another.
Levon noticed that the decision didn't make him feel any less furtive. But he didn't leave, because he was here and.. dammit, he really did need a few things. Joe would just have to find out later.
He walked down the first aisle of the store, walking quickly past all the things he had no interest in. Glanced briefly at one selection of items, and quickly decided not to stop. Got to the end of the aisle and stopped there, looking for only a moment before putting his hand out and picking something up.
It felt good. The weight was right, and he knew from the brand name that the quality was excellent. He thought about getting it, even though it wasn't one of the things that he'd come here to buy. But.. he knew he'd use it, and wanting it was reason enough. Even if it wasn't precisely what he'd come here to buy.
He adjusted his jeans ever so slightly, and was glad that he could tell without looking that he was the only one in the aisle. He walked away, around the end of the aisle and down towards the back of the store. There, displayed on racks and wooden pegs, were what had brought him here.
The smell of leather had filled his nostrils as soon as he'd walked in the door, but now, here, he had to hold himself back from reaching out and touching. Not that anyone would think twice if he did. But he held himself back, anyhow, and just let his eyes trail over the leather straps and metal buckles. Each one was shiny the way only something brand-new could ever be, still fresh with oil and dye worked into the leather.
He finally raised his hand and touched one of the dangling reins. The leather was cold from the store's air-conditioning, and stiff from lack of use. But it was a dark, rich color -- brown so deep it was nearly black. There was no hint of decoration, the buckles and leather were simple and plain.
It was perfect.
He took the halter off the peg, not even looking at the price. It didn't matter; this was the one he wanted. He headed towards the cashier, leather straps growing warm in his hand.
There were a lot of times when he wished he were human. But there were only a few -- like now - when he wished, deep down in his heart, that he'd been born a horse.
end
Centaur of the Matter
by James
Levon hadn't been here for awhile -- and he'd been here it with Joe. Levon hadn't even realised that until now, and all of a sudden he couldn't decide if he should feel guilty for the omission, or not.
He pushed the worry to the back of his mind -- Joe wasn't here, so it wasn't like he could tell him. Afterwards, it'd be a simple thing to just tell him. If... if Levon decided he wanted to.
It was one thing to be submissive to his human mate. Telling Joe all his secrets was entirely another.
Levon noticed that the decision didn't make him feel any less furtive. But he didn't leave, because he was here and.. dammit, he really did need a few things. Joe would just have to find out later.
He walked down the first aisle of the store, walking quickly past all the things he had no interest in. Glanced briefly at one selection of items, and quickly decided not to stop. Got to the end of the aisle and stopped there, looking for only a moment before putting his hand out and picking something up.
It felt good. The weight was right, and he knew from the brand name that the quality was excellent. He thought about getting it, even though it wasn't one of the things that he'd come here to buy. But.. he knew he'd use it, and wanting it was reason enough. Even if it wasn't precisely what he'd come here to buy.
He adjusted his jeans ever so slightly, and was glad that he could tell without looking that he was the only one in the aisle. He walked away, around the end of the aisle and down towards the back of the store. There, displayed on racks and wooden pegs, were what had brought him here.
The smell of leather had filled his nostrils as soon as he'd walked in the door, but now, here, he had to hold himself back from reaching out and touching. Not that anyone would think twice if he did. But he held himself back, anyhow, and just let his eyes trail over the leather straps and metal buckles. Each one was shiny the way only something brand-new could ever be, still fresh with oil and dye worked into the leather.
He finally raised his hand and touched one of the dangling reins. The leather was cold from the store's air-conditioning, and stiff from lack of use. But it was a dark, rich color -- brown so deep it was nearly black. There was no hint of decoration, the buckles and leather were simple and plain.
It was perfect.
He took the halter off the peg, not even looking at the price. It didn't matter; this was the one he wanted. He headed towards the cashier, leather straps growing warm in his hand.
There were a lot of times when he wished he were human. But there were only a few -- like now - when he wished, deep down in his heart, that he'd been born a horse.
end