A merry pair are we

Her aghast voice met his ears, which flicked in amusement. Another low, dark chuckle escaped him - this was just too much. He didn't know how to take it. She was really putting on the innocent act today, which had him wondering why; at the same time, he wasn't sure the answer to that question mattered. Her reaction to his touch was not what he had expected, but he couldn't say he was too disappointed. Merely surprised. As he stood just out of her reach, glancing over his shoulder at her - his sight had adjusted to the dark enough to see her outline and some faint details - he realized she wasn't moving. She wasn't going to come over and pummel him for stepping over some very fine boundaries. Okay, he was a little disappointed.

Instead, she refused to move, and her disgustingly sweet voice disrupted the silence once more, tempting him further into her game. "And if it isn't a trick?" She hadn't dropped the attitude, and he was beginning to believe she really was serious. And he was really beginning to become intrigued, rather than merely hopeful. The offer of temptation was impossible to resist, and the craving for her body began - many seasons had passed since he'd last been with a woman. He stood uncertainly for several seconds, his tail flicking thoughtfully, before he turned to face her fully, taking a step toward her. He couldn't help the way his breath came a little faster, and he cursed himself, knowing her sharp ears would hear him. She would know she was winning.

Filthy woman, the thoughts seethed in his mind, How dare you control me without even moving a muscle. Yet, his paws began to carry him toward her, without his consent, as his singular crystal blue eye focused on her. The craving in his body ignited a fire within him that would only be extinguished by her. This new, strong desire overpowered his ego as he prowled closer to her, his body moving in a smooth, rhythmic manner. He would do whatever he needed to do - he wanted her now, and his body began to ache for the feel of her flesh.

"If it's not a trick, then you won't mind if I get a little too close for comfort," he rumbled in a low tone, pushing the boundary again while watching her body for movement, "I'm obliged to fulfill my duty to you, whatever you ask... but I also really want you." He would try to enter her sacred space once more, hoping to place his left shoulder against hers, gauging her reaction. As the blood pulsed hotter through his body, the desire to close all of the distance between them intensified, but he knew this situation was delicate in a way. He couldn't make any sudden movements, or he risked losing this opportunity.