we can take our time

These were the moments he was finding that he cherished. Tenderness and closeness. The little touches and thrills of loving and being loved. His own heart was beating just as hard as her own, and he felt certain she could feel it. But the easy grin never left his features, nor the bright warmth in his eyes.

Nervous? So was he. Not exactly about the size difference, but the small worry that he’d disappoint her in some way on their first night. A rueful chuckle escaped him, mixing with her laugh. “Well,” he murmured, nosing her ear and swiping a playful lick over the edge. “We could always find a rock…”

His tone was teasing, a rumbling laugh shaking free. And then he way on his feet again, prancing away, tail waving high over his back as he dropped into a playful bow, his hind end giving a ridiculous wigwag in the air. “Why don’t we play those nerves away?”