but you never close the door

Her heart seemed to skip a beat at that grin she glimpsed in the corner of her eye. She always liked his smile; all too often he was frowning, or upset, or neutral, and it was so rare to see him smile genuinely. She remembered when she first made him smile and laugh; even now it made her happy, because she had felt so accomplished then. Well, now it was a lot easier for her to cause that reaction, and she made a soft, but audible, mrr of contentment, especially as she shifted that tiny bit closer.

He certainly didn't seem to protest, though every nerve in her body seemed to simultaneously scream what are you doing, and more, now. She was acutely aware of the warmth of his body, of the burning need of her own, and even the soft rise and fall of his breath that she could have sworn was uneven, as uneven as her own breath.

It especially didn't help when his voice reached her ears; the soft tone inexorably pleasant in just about every way. She twisted her head a little, enough so a single green eye could peer at him. "Mmmmhmmm," she affirmed. His own agreement made her eyes sparkle. Good, very good. The confusion and upsetness from before vanished without a trace, and she was contemplating pressing her whole body against his much larger one when he moved first, burying his muzzle into her fur... and making a sound that caused her stomach to flip and burn. It would be more than obvious the way her breath hitched, and the way her body trembled and shivered after that, her fast and rapid rapid thudding in her chest. She felt like she should say something - anything - but her mind could not form the words; no comprehensible thoughts rose above the clamor of her desire. It should scare her, but she was enjoying it way too much.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"