Just a little bit more

She laughed softly, he was quick with a quib, and didn’t back down from her verbal sparring. There was vanity in him too, sureness and self-pride. He knew his worth, and wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. She liked his spark, and she looked up at him from the place she had made at his side. Stealing some of his warmth as she looked from flaming orb to glassy. She wondered what had happened to take the sight from this eye. The scars lingered in his fur, teasing of an unspoken story. She would wait for the right moment to ask that tale of him. You had to warm your way up to such things, do it right. Capture him, and make him wish to tell you anything, if only to keep you a moment longer.

“Do you envy me, my smouldering flame?” She whispered, voice soft and husky as she tilted her head, looking across at him. Would he try and steal a kiss? She herself was considering doing just that.

She considered his last question for a moment. “I could, but what about when you need to save your breath for more important matters? Something short and sweet I should think. You can call me Keetie. And yourself? My burning dear.”