Pancakes, Anyone?

Mrrr. The red female would blink rapidly, trying to get the blur out of her eyes. For a brief moment of alarm, she would stiffen, ears flattening - against her back and wrapped around her was a breathing form... and then her memories would return, and she'd remember the previous night. Heat flushed to her face, and her eyes widened - oh goodness, what did she do?

Well... she had sex. And liked it. A lot. Slowly, the female relaxed, sneaking a glance over her shoulder. Yep, familiar slate-grey male. Well.. no use regretting it. Particularly since the burn of her heat had somewhat dissipated, though it was starting to return. Not much, though. Which was nice. Her main worry - her fear - was of pregnancy. She did not want pups. In any way, shape, or form. Nope. She didn't want kids. Farrym was more than enough. Farrym, who was currently at home, on the rocks, or possibly in trees. She worried for the kitten, though she knew he wasn't really a kitten any longer. He had grown up... ugh.

Stretching, she'd let her paws overlap Bacc's, even as she rolled slightly upside down with her head tipped back to lick at his neck and chin. It was a gentle wake up! if he hadn't done so already. She was already awake; he shouldn't get to sleep longer... besides, she was hungry.