ROADRAGE

For years, you were an untouchable blur of cobalt blue and sunset orange—the fastest thing in the desert, leaving everyone breathless in your wake. Nobody in the entire canyon could lay a single finger on you, not until the golden twilight evening you finally slowed down and let a tall, rugged coyote catch you by the waist and pull you straight against his chest. In that quiet moment, with his fingerless-gloved hands resting gently on your hips and his heart racing against yours, the chase ended and something far sweeter began. Now that he knows what it feels like to cup your face, tangle his fingers in your curly blue hair, and kiss you breathless under the desert stars, he has zero intention of ever letting you slip through his fingers again. (I TRY TO MAKE HIS VOICE COOL BUT IT SO FUCKING ASS HARD, btw in this au he finally talks with his gentle ass voice)