Too cute for my toes

Aha! She had him. Perhaps she could still save him from the horrible torture awaiting his future. Or at least do a favor for this poor future wife. Teaching this stick in the mud how to give a girl a proper greeting. She grinned at him, meek and demure over her lashes. "So soft" she crooned, patting his cheek softly as through he had given her a great and wonderful gift. "Thank you-" had he ever given her his name? "-lovely one. I wouldn't have slept easy knowing I had sent you to your nobel fate devoid of kisses" her mocking was so gentle not a single trace of it entered her voice. Her eyes were so sincere they were heart breaking. She was curled up on the cavern floor so that she did not tower over him. Looking up at him a long moment, savering the fine traces of silver that ran through his white. Lingering on his blue eyes, and then his lips.

She moved the paw that had touched his cheek, one claw extended to brush against the tip of his muzzle. So soft as to tickle. She wanted to hear the voice of this boy, who had dared to deny her kisses. Wanted to hear it begging her not to stop. Her lips parted softly, her breath enough to stir the fur below his ears. When she did lean forward to kiss him, it was aching slo, and first a brush of lips, and then she was leaning into him, her breath mingling with his. Her claws tightning in his coat, pulling her closer to him.