stop me and steal my breath // bjorn

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SIMON

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The slender babe's fluffed limbs propelled her at a lazy pace upon the surface of the dock, which was worn and weathered beneath her paws. The wood was cracked and soft, and creaked slightly as she went, but having been here many a time before, the girl was not worried about the stability of the dock. Her ears had perked upon her skull, and Simon's golden eyes were bright upon the water, watching the fish below its surface lurk just out of reach. Her lips parted as the dame's tongue lolled, licking her chops at the thought of fresh fish, and she crept closer to the edge, her furried tail waving slowly from its curled position extending from her spine. Simon lowered herself to her belly, crawling to the very edge and allowing a paw to fall over the side of the dock, the very tips of her claws dangling upon the surface of the water. The rippling movement caused the fish to dart, and then there was nothing to see, and nothing to dream of catching.

With a sigh, Simon pulled herself to her feet and wandered off, her tail hanging loosely at her hocks as the pallid and chocolate canine moved along at a lazy pace, her jowls hanging open in the heat that plagued her. Spotting a familiar boat that was parked against the dock, the border collie trotted haggardly towards it, leaping smoothly upon the cool plastic of the deck coating. Her nails clicked satisfactorily and the lass padded down the stairs and to the cool shadows of the below deck, making herself more than at home upon a bench seat that was ripped from previous attacks of Bjorn's nails. A low sigh rumbled from Simon's lips and she lowered her muzzle to rest it upon the cushioning, her lids soon drifting shut over her eyes.

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BJORN !

The sun beat mercilessly on the mixed sienna pelt of the duke. Tongue lolled from between coal-black lips, only emphasizing that he was feeling the heat that enveloped him and washed over his heavy frame. His coat felt awkward on his brawny shoulders, like someone who was hunkered over in an thick woolen coat on an one hundred degree day. The heaviness of his blankets and the scorching sand beneath his intersected pads caused his temper to flare, though it wasn't common for the belgian shepherd to find something to become quickly irritated with. Head remained low, creating a perfect line with his spine as he trotted along the side of the coast. Dark mahogany iris scanned the water lapping in on the shores, watching as the liquid rushed hurrily onto the banks before recceeding just as quickly as it had come. Without a single other thought other than to quench the unsatisfying feeling of the burning on his feet, the masculine quick changed his course and cantered nimbly into the tossing froth of the waves.

Bjorn could feel the saltiness of the sea cling to his feathered limbs as he tromped through the waves. They crashed around him, greedy fingers pulling through his luxuriously dense coat and beckoned him out to the depths of the sea. The lad stood for a moment, head raised high as nostrils flared to take in the scent of the ocean and something that he regarded as faintly familiar. It was a feminine scent, though not uncommon to himself. Head turned, following the trail it left, pulling him from the surf like the echos of mermaids would pull wayward sailors into the sea. He was following something just has intoxicating. Pace picking into a two-beat cadence as he meandered from the depths, shaking himself to rid himself of the rest of the clinging dew. Strides were elongated, he knew exactly where he was going and had only minds to get there as quickly as possible. As he neared the specific dock, haunches bunched and propelled the heavy canine onto the wooden platform with ease. He had done it many times before. Ducking into the same run down boat that he knew Simon would be found within, his nails clicked loudly over the plastic as he dropped beneath the deck and into the cabin of the vessel. His eyes took a minute to adjust from the blinding sunlight and into the dimmer part of the craft. "Hey there, beautiful." The brute spoke gruffly, even though his genuine hatred for the whole of society he had always found a sweet part of himself locked away just for Simon. Walking over silently, he flopped down on the bench beside her. "Anything of interest out today?"

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SIMON

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It was quiet for a long while within the cabin, the occasional breeze wafting in and ruffling Simon's fur with a salty stench. She had grown quite used to the smell, but could not bring herself to enjoy it in any way other than an indication of a place she was familiar with. The painted mistress had very nearly fallen into a sleep deeper than the scant dreamland she was currently in when the boat rocked, jolting her awake at once. Simon's snout arched upwards, her golden eyes expectant on the doorway for the creature she fully expected to enter. As Bjorn's muscular anatomy pushed itself into the dank interior of the boat, a minute indication of a smile drifted upon the girl's lips, her eyes following him as he approached. The bloke did not hesitate to plant himself beside her, and the lady's tail wagged momentarily, her smaller frame shifting to lean against his bulk. "If only," she murmured in a somewhat forlorn response, quite disappointed that she had not done anything more productive with her day.

Simon's skull tilted curiously and she peered at her mate's chiseled face, wondering silently - not for the first time - why he was always so gruff. Bjorn's words of endearment bore no emotion, but Simon had learned long ago not to complain, for he was what he was. The female then dropped her muzzle, twisting it so that it lay across the boy's outstretched paws, her chest heaving with a small sigh of contentment. "I wish it would rain," she said wistfully, displeased with the heat of the summer days. It never rained anymore, and Simon could not remember the last time that she had felt water upon her skin that wasn't laden with the ocean's salt. It made her feel constantly dirty, a feeling that she knew did not particularly affect Bjorn. Normally such trivial things wouldn't have bothered Simon, but she couldn't quite rid herself entirely of feminine habits.

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BJORN !

His bones seemed to creak and ache as he settled in beside Simon. It wasn't any secret that he was beginning to get older, and as he nestled his bulky anatomy beside the sleek frame of his lover he breathed a sigh from his lungs. It felt good to sit down, the familiar after burn of the sand leaving his pads as the coolness of the cabin began to slowly lower his internal temperature. Though as she spoke, his ears swiveled, giving her his full attention though he failed to actually turn his head toward her. To hear that nothing interesting was abroad wasn't unusual, it was rare that something out of the ordinary happened. Mainly the two hunted, slept, or tried to keep themselves preoccupied with other things. Bjorn had been keeping up on his fighting skills, and when he got really bored, he would even come about and try a hand at finding healing herbs and such. Living life was listless, and usually the two merely reverted into the same "survival mode" that everyone else had been thrown into also.

Bjorn couldn't help but notice the wishful undertone to his mate's words. Her skull was light on his paws, arching his neck as a tongue ran over her forehead in an attempt to sooth her discouraged nature. The knight was often a stranger to emotion, he preferred to keep everything to himself. He was platonic, unfeeling, mechanical in a way. Sometimes he actually felt bad for Simon, surely he felt she deserved someone that could pamper her like the princess he felt she was. But for some reason she decided to stay with him, even if the reason behind it completely alluded him. "Rain would be nice." He stated it simply, hopefully it could wash some of the intense heat out of the atmosphere and the two could romp among the puddles like the pups they once were. But by the feeling of the sun baking outside, rain wasn't on the forecast anytime soon. "I guess we should just be happy we're by the pier. It's probably cooler here than in that urban jungle." Bjorn nudged her neck, an awkward way of soothing her. He was never big on comforting others, and as much as he hated looking on the bright side - he would do it for Simon.

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