Stitch by stitch

It would seem the necessary supplies for the project would have to wait for gathering, the moment his eyes met hers and he gave her that sly - and yet smoldering - grin, Azariah knew she was lost. A tinkling laugh bubbled up from her chest as he kissed her firmly on her muzzle, returning his passion with her own, the monochrome witch broke their kiss to add gentle nips along his jaw and up to his ear. Her words were said on a voice that rumbled with her unique purr, the very tones laced with desire, "I have been thinking about exactly that since you left..." Ducking beneath his paws, Azariah was quick to turn and run, looking over her shoulder to make sure he followed before dashing off into a flower-laden clearing that gave a bit more privacy without being constricting like the den.