the claws are out

He was pretty sure that her paw left a trail of tingling electricity down to his chest where it rested against thr thrum of his heart. She leaned forward... he leaned, anticipating... and then she whispered in his ear, the feathering of words against his ear making his breath catch... and then confusion. Wait, what?

She shoved off of him, her claws out, and Chaos straightened, arching his neck to stare narrow eyed and wary. Put himself in a vulnerable position like that with a former enemy, even one he was now married to? His first instinct was to say fuck no, and the words were even forming on his lips when he stopped, suddenly thoughtful. How must it be to be a woman, and to always submit to a male? To turn your back and leave yourself vulnerable to the teeth on your nape? Was it fair to ask that of her while never offering her trust in return? He swallowed back his denial unspoken.

He instead let a cocky half-grin tilt his lips, bare one fang. "As you wish," was all he said, and rolled with far more agility than his age and size deserved to flash his belly - and all signs of his attraction - to his wife, his forepaws crossed and tucked against his chest in mock cuteness.