Tit For Tat

When she whispered in his ear, a ticklish sort of wave rippled down his spine. He rumbled a deep hum of agreement, leaning in just enough that their fur could brush. Of course he mirrored her. He wanted her, the need building the more she tempted him and reciprocated the flirtatious atmosphere.

And she was obviously reciprocating. In this type of game, no one was a loser as long as the both of them left satisfied. And Ash was more than confident that they both would.

She introduced herself, her nose brushing the fur on Ash's chest. Now that was a dangerous game. A light growl resonated through his body- not a warning, but an acknowledgement. It took most of his willpower to not push into her space. At this rate, she wouldn't even get to the drink. Another type of drunkenness began to fill Ash's stomach, hot and tingly just like its alcoholic counterpart.

"Will you join me in tasting, Ash?" the vixen asked.

Oh, the alcohol wasn't going to be all he was tasting tonight, but he nodded like a gentleman regardless and lowered his head to the bucket to drink, keeping his icy eyes on her at all times.