On pins and needles

Walk | Talk | Think

She watched closely as her mate winced, still worried that something had suddenly gone wrong. Was there anything she could do to help? Was there anything she could get him to remedy whatever was wrong? Mercianne bit the inside of her lip, resisting the urge to whine with worry. But rather than express any outward shows of pain, it seemed he was overcome with...embarrassment? Her confusion was brought to an end as he answered her with a touch of reluctance, chalking up his current complication with being male and falling prey to the natural urges that came along with it.

Oh. Oh. Well, it seemed there wasn't really a plant that she could think of that would help him after all. Though there was one way she could assist him. But even the thought drew a heavy blush to her face, her ears to fold back and her head to lower in much the same way that his did. That was a huge step, one she had never really considered before. But neither before had she dreamed of finding someone who could wheedle his way into her heart like Awaken had. He was a part of her whether he knew it or not, important in more ways than one. And his considerate, worried statement touched her even more.

She smiled even though she could barely bring herself to look at him, tail wagging as he lumbered slowly to his feet, condition ignored, and reached forward to nuzzle her. Merci reached forward with a visibly eager jump, kissing his cheek affectionately before nuzzling her way into his neck, her favorite spot to nuzzle because of how thickly his fur grew there. Feeling his own muzzle beside her neck, she turned her head so that she could kiss his cheek softly once more. "I love you, too, Awaken," she practically whispered. "And I trust you. I know you'd never hurt me."

She sought his eyes then, wanting him to read the truth and conviction she held in her gaze, to take it and make it his own. She didn't want him doubting himself, second guessing every thought that crossed his mind. Or every urge that rumbled through his body. Without quite understanding what drove her to, she turned herself to more easily press her cheek roughly against his uninjured one, not wanting to upset the sensitive skin where she had pulled out his quills, and slowly swung her body around to lean against him. It didn't occur to her how he might interpret it, didn't think of how he might react, but only knew it that it felt good - felt right - and she wanted him not to be so anxious around her.