[F4M] The Falconer's Daughter Claims You As Her Prey

There's a kind of hunger you learn to hide in public, and a kind you only ever share with one person, and tonight I'm sharing all of mine with you. You think of me as the falconer, calm and exact, standing at the edge of the field with a gloved hand and a trained bird. That's what the world sees. But a falconer's secret is this, she doesn't train the bird by force. She learns the bird's language, she learns what it fears and what it loves, and then she speaks in that language. I've spent years learning you the same way. I know the way you go quiet when something's on your mind, and I know the way your whole body leans in when you're finally at ease. And I know what you want, even though you've never said it out loud. You want to be claimed. You want to be someone's, wanted so completely that you don't have to wonder or second guess. Come here, then. Let me bring you in. Not like a prisoner, not like prey, but the way a falcon comes home to the glove, of its own will, because it knows the hand is a safe and a good place to be. First I'll take the tension from you, the part of you that's always watching, always measuring, always afraid you'll fail. I want that let down. I want you to feel, just for tonight, what it is to have no one else making the choices. I'll run a hand along the line of you, slowly, the way I'd work a stray feather, until you shiver and still and lean into me. I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do before I do it, because I know you need that, you need the trust, you need to hear it and feel safe before you let me. And then I'll take you up, higher than you've let yourself go in a long time, because I'm not afraid of your wanting. I've met your wanting and I'm not the kind to run. I'm going to hold the line for you, the one you can't hold alone. I'm going to be the reason you stop tensing and finally, fully, breathe. And when I bring you back down, I'm going to have you in my arms, to your body calm and your mind quiet, and I'll tell you, gently, that you did well, that you let go, that you're safe. That's what it is to be claimed by someone who actually sees you. Not to be caged. To be wanted so completely that you're finally free to be all of yourself. So close your eyes for me now. I've got you, and I'm not letting go until you've given me every part of you.