"Hmm, Now what am I going to do about that." Cleo whispered one hand left the back of his neck and traced it's way across his jaw, "What am I going to do.." She trailed off leaning her forehead against his, What are you going to do pretty boy?
Falhorn reached up with hishands, putting them in Cleo's hair.
"I think I know what I'm gonna do," he said, kissing her gently. He didn't take anything; it really was only a kiss.
Cleo was slightly shocked to find his lips against her, she didn't protest, her hands went back around his neck pulling him closer deepening the kiss. Cleo, Cleo what are you doing a small voice shouted in the back of her mind, I'm doing what ever the heck I want She responded blocking out the voice.
Falhorn pulled Cleo onto his lap, moving one hand down to hold her back tenderly. Something nagged at the back of his mind, something about chains, but he ignored it, focusing on what it felt like to kiss someone without feeding. He liked it; it felt nice to know he wasn't going to hurt Cleo.
Cleo's hand's fell away from Falhorn as the chains on her wrists yanked her back, Cleo broke away for a moment to whisper, "Falhorn, Belle wasn't stuck chained to a wall." Before reuniting her lips with his, his hand pressed gently against her back sending shivers up her spine.
Falhorn's eyes shot open in suprise. Not breaking the kiss, he put his handson Cleo's wrist chains. They fell to the floor with a click. He released her feet next before returning to holding her.
Cleo felt the chains fall off and wrapped one arm around Falhorn's neck the other traced his jaw, she broke away from the kiss slightly, " What on earth are we doing." She mumbled against his lips.
"I think it's called making out," Falhorn said playfully. In all honesty, he didn't know either. He had never wanted to do this with a maiden before; he had just done it to feed. Now, though… he actually wanted it.
Cleo sighed, no real answer, She ran her thumb over his cheek, This shouldn't feel as good, as right as it did, shouldn't it. He was a unicorn, he stole her life from her, but at this particular moment in time she didn't care all that much about him stealing her energy. She kissed him again, softly, tangling her hands into his hair.
Falhorn pulled Cleo closer, wanting to give, not take.He wanted her to do whatever she wanted to him. He wanted her to know that she could control him; that she didn't have to give when ever he asked.
Cleo took Falhorn's face in her hands then pulled away, "Hey Unicorn, you're not getting attached are you." She said softly with a smile, "Come on, I haven't eaten sense this morning and what time is it now? Afternoon ish, I believe you owe me a meal." she said Booping him on the nose before sliding off of his lap.
Falhorn chuckled.
"I see that food is in order. And what would you like? I've restocked the pantry, I could pretty much make anything you fancy." He stood, keeping an eye on Cleo as he made his way over to the ancient stove.
Cleo dashed to sit in his chair when Falhorn stood up, she pulled her feet up and curled into the armrest, "Hmm I'm not sure, I trust you to make something worthy of being consumed so I guess I'll leave the what up to you." She said, his chair was much more comfortable then the straw she decided.
"Okay, grilled chicken and pasta it is." He got to work preparing the chicken, seasoning it with a touch of lemon salt and pepper. As he cooked, he glanced over at Cleo.
"You comfy?" He asked, grinning.
Cleo nodded and closed her eye's, "Very, Don't think I don't want to escape I'm just to comfy right now." She lied
"What ever you want to believe." The sound of the cooking chicken filled the cave, the smell slowly wafting over to Cleo. Falhorn hummed happily. He had always loved to cook human food, even if he didn't need to eat it himself.