Spinning out of control

With the taste of Pyrrhic in her mouth, she all but forgot about the bag herself. What had been intended to be a plan to distract him, became something more. Never in her life had she been in a situation like this before. Nestled in his stomach, his arms looped about her, his muzzle to hers.

Was this what it felt like to be loved?

She wouldn't even try to escape from his arms, instead, she held him until she needed to breathe, and when she went up for air, she laughed softly. Light headed, and riding a rush of endorphins. “It does feel real” she whispered, finishing a conversation Pyr had started some hours before.