Spyro was always too worried, too afraid to show too much of himself. He was -the- purple dragon, the hero that everyone looked up to. As such, he made so sure to upkeep his outward appearance, knowing that numerous people held him in high regards.
Cynder had to admit she was impressed at his ability to manage and even overcome that stress, taking things in stride, always there to attend meetings and events, giving his utmost best, earning the adoration and praise of the Guardians and the other delegates.
But even he would tire out as well, and she was no stranger to the nights when he came back home, mentally and physically worn out from his duties.
She found herself commiting to memory the expression he had, that look of shock mixed with the smallest tinge of delight, as he saw her dressed in only her underwear, hands cuffed whilst she swayed her rear.
"It's just you and me, dear. Love me however -you- want~"
There and then, in their own room shuttered away from the outside world and its grasp, she coaxed his true feelings out. No one to judge, no one to interfere, no more words needed to be said.
Edit Commission from the esteemed UnrealCereal of FurAffinity.
