Throughout the preening process, Roseluck could not help but melt into the gryphons claws. At some point, the gryphon had popped a wing over her as he went over his mane bit by bit. Roseluck was certain he could have down a much greater swath, but she was not one to complain. Not one bit, considering she enjoyed such ministrations. It *probably* was not a proper thing to be had between master and student, but Roseluck *knew* that the gryphon beside her was not capable of doing anything so lecherous and terrible to her, not with how long she knew him for. Maybe she was being quick to judge, but something more about the gryphon had drawn Roseluck to him. Maybe it was his charisma. Maybe it was his soft smile. Maybe it was his gentle patience with her and the many follies she had while training. Maybe it was the passion he inflamed within her that made the mare feel so much more alive in the past few months than she have had in years. Not to say she hated her life, but...
Roseluck bit down a moan as the gryph pressed his claws deep into her back. By the sisters, there was something wonderful about the sensation of those sharp things digging into her skin. Oh it hurt, but it was a good type of hurt. The hurt you get after a great exercise, a great sprint, a great about of combat.
She giggled at the thought. Combat. Never in a million years did Roseluck think she of all ponies would enjoy it, but...
Roseluck frowned, feeling the gryph lifting his claws from her form, brushing off the last of the dirt and pests into the fire.
"And that my dear, is a wrap."
Roseluck blinked. She frowned. It was already over?"
Methos smiled, and nodded.
"Yes, I am afraid it is over and done with my dear."
Roseluck blinked, blushing as she realized she had said those feelings aloud.
"Oh..." She paused for a moment, before her gaze drifted to the tools in front of the gryph, her heart lightening at their presence. Methos noticed, fixing her with a neutral gaze.
"Are you still certain that you would be okay with my marking of you? I... I must concede, that a very large selfish part of me wishes to indulge in the activity."
Roseluck looked up at him for a moment, before fixing him with a sly smile as she ran her hoof down his chest.
"Very." She said, nuzzling him. "I... I'll just say it, I've only grown more eager for this. I've thought about it for a little bit while you were grooming me, but I can think of no reason why I would not. None that I would care for anyway. If someon- somepony I mean tries to give me hells for it, so be it. I'm not the scaredy pony from eight months ago. Or even from three months ago. I want this, by the Sisters, I want this oh so much."
Roseluck blushed, but held her smile as she pressed her hoof into his torso, her grin growing even wider to see the gryph pull back in his own blush, before returning his own smile.
"W-well then, Ms. Flamora." He stuttered, fetching his tools. "If you so insist, then I shall have no qualms about marking you as one of my own. As..." He shook his head, yet pulling Roseluck all the tighter towards his form.
Roseluck felt herself jump for joy inside her mind, her face drawing closer and closer to Methos. The rational part of her brain had become quiet, droning off into a buzz as she drew her lips close to his beak. Something about what she was going to do made sense. Too much sense. How she had been blind to it, but now into he moment she understood with perfect clarity. The gryphon was frozen, his beak slightly agape as her lips came closer and closer to him and-
She stopped, feeling Methos claws settle on her form. His wing withdrew from her, folding tightly against the rest of his body as the gryph put a pace between himself and the mare before him.
"Roseluck, I... Not that I do not appreciate the sentiment, but I do believe this is too soon for us to-"