just forget the world

As if he would even think of denying her for even a moment. He leaned in, his side pressing against hers as the orange of his coat seeped into the black of hers. Their colours and forms melding together as he felt her ribs slot in between his, he felt as though he was right where he meant to be. She was a temptress but despite the logical workings of his brain he didn't think she was being overly unfair or demanding, if she wanted him a little closer he could manage that. But his point still stood, just because they wanted to remain here didn't mean they should. Just a little more...and then they could focus on getting themselves sorted out.

If push came to shove he would carry her out of here, something she would no doubt find mortifying.

"What do you need?" He asked her, gently brushing the side of her muzzle with his own. Yet another rare show of tenderness.