As Good As Rest
whispering, "oh ... thank you." "for the ... " " ... everything. not just the ... sex," he whispered, flushing, ears rosy-pink. "the love," he whispered. "everything. i ... for being there. the confidence you give me. the strength.
My Pudgyville Fanfic S1E13
"say no more," whispered bon bon.
Distress Calls
"i would like ... purpose," she whispered, "to my life. i've ... faith. love. hope. things ... things that i feel you could teach me?" she whispered hopefully. "they aren't things you can teach," was his whispered, honest reply.
Where the Marrow Should Be
"come on," she whispered quietly. a nudging nod. field swallowed, heart hammering, and he ... held her paw. "there," she whispered. "mm ... " a deep breath (through her nose).
Caught in the Rain
"come on," she whispered gently. urging. he sniffled. and took hold of her paw. squeezing it (with a firmness spurred on by fear). thunder! the mouse twitching. "shh," she whispered softly.
Personifying the Sun
"no," he whispered. "i think you do," she whispered back. their gazes were on each other. and field was the first to break the eye contact. as he often was. and as he always did ... when he was feeling low about himself.
The Legend of Spyro - Sins of the past - Chapter 11: Camp
Cynder whispered with cold tone. "a lock. i can break it but that will wake up edgard and melting it could hurt ranger." spyro whispered from behind pole. "then we must find the key." cynder whispered and looked around.
The Murdered Sun
"please," she whispered. the flying squirrel swallowed. "okay," he whispered back.
Potato Soup
"i, uh ... my dress," she whispered. "you want it, uh ... off," orinoco panted, in a whisper, "or, uh ... lifted ... " "i better take it off," she whispered. "come to think of it ... " she glanced over at the stove.
Sheltered from the Coming Cold
And rain on the housetop," she whispered, eyes flickering to field's. "but not on me," was his airy, wispy whisper. "not on me," was her echo (and agreement). to which she nodded lightly.
Daffodil Yellow
"thank you," she whispered, taking them ... holding them. putting her nose in them. "they glow," field whispered. "like you do. they're all bright ... like you. and sweet. they smell," he whispered, "sweet. like you."
Our Amber Art
"audrey," aria whispered. "they can't do that to you." the skunk stared at her cold scrambled eggs. "they can," she whispered, and she looked up to meet her friend's eyes. "i don't know what i'm gonna do. i mean, go back to school?