Of Courtship and Castles [Red] ;)

Oh dear. She’d gotten the birds and the bees drilled into her at a young age, but the puppy-friendly (if frank) descriptions of how it actually felt were worlds apart from the reality of the reaction. She was pretty sure she’d be tingling from ears to tail for a year at the simple act of his embrace and pawstroke. It was a good thing she was sitting because her legs would have buckled otherwise with the shudder.

Marry him? Was there any other answer but yes? Not for her. But she pulled herself together enough to grin – a little shudderingly – up at him. “I’ll marry you and do it over again a thousand times. You’ll have to tell me how weddings go where you’re from…”

She trailed off with another shudder at his coaxing, and the warm breath of his words over her muzzle. She was practically purring in her answer, stretching up to press her lips to the base of his ear and whispering, "Agus níor mhaith liom a bheith sé bliana d’aois agus mo chéad bhruscar a bheith agam. An mbeidh tú ag damhsa liom, a Chroí?"

Much of it was instinct, something ingrained into her through the generations. The soft brushes and touches and breaths of warmth into his fur, an invitation to dance. An invitation to make a future.

-Fade, gosh dangit! Fade and run for it!-

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think