but you never close the door

She wholeheartedly felt the same as him; the burning feel in her stomach was spreading through her body and the desire was growing stronger. Her green eyes met his, and inside them flamed the heat and yearning that she was holding back physically, and also a softer emotion, one of kinder, tender, even affectionate feelings.

His uncertainty made her pause, made her have uncertainty, but she pushed that back. It was surprisingly easy to do that; the excitement and the cravings inside of her were more than enough to push it away. "That works." Did she sound as breathless as she felt? She thought she did, and she rolled back onto her stomach, rising to her paws, and staring down at the much larger wolf. Hell, perhaps it was her... lack of modesty, perhaps, but she wouldn't mind staying where they were, but she completely understood his thoughts. The thoughts mortified her, too, or rather, the idea of getting caught by... one of Lark's siblings, or even worse, Bass. No, thanks. She'd gladly follow Lark, though at this point she'd do so regardless.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"