Dawn

If Lark had mentioned it had been three seasons, Lillie would have been... quite shocked that it had been so long already. Time didn't seem to go by so fast - it had felt like barely a season, in her eyes. But perhaps, to her, that was because it didn't need to be said. She already knew - and he knew the reciprocation - and they just... shared moments that proved it. Perhaps she should say things more often; do more things? But on the other hand, it wasn't really necessary.

A smile formed on her face as well when he grinned at the sloppy kisses. When he leaned forward and pressed his muzzle against her neck, she leaned into his touch, content just for a minute to just... remain there, and not move. When he spoke, though, she leaned back, tail thumping on the ground a bit in excitement - of course, to be honest, she didn't even know what she was getting at. Actually, the thought of doing something less innocent hadn't even crossed her mind until just then; she had been thinking something along the lines of... exploring? Knocking him into a lake and splashing him with water until she couldn't anymore because she was laughing so hard?

"Weeeeell," she began, humming thoughtfully, before leaning forward and nipping at his muzzle. "There's really two options: we could do something innocent, or something not so innocent." In... all honesty she'd be okay with either one. Though she felt the heat in the core of her body, she'd grown more than accustomed to ignoring it, though it would take less than a second for her to fully embrace it, which seemed to be a large option in front of her with each passing second, particularly when she leaned forward once again and tried to nip (somewhat playfully) at Lark's neck.

"Speech"