Would you take in a stray?

As Erys wrapped his foreleg around her any little lingering worry that perhaps their night together had just been a fluke or a moment of convenient timing fell away and she felt like she could lean into him more freely, welcomed into his embrace again so easily. His words were a comfort and helped her feel like these moments of weakness, of needing someone else at her side even though she was trying so hard to find her own way, weren't a burden on him. In fact, it felt like he wanted her here as much as she wanted to be here. Her foreleg slipped around his side as well, holding herself to him as well while he gave her a squeeze and nuzzled the soft fur behind her ear. She felt herself relax into him with a mixture of worn, exhausted relief and a fire-laced warmth that trickled down her spine from the small affections he gave her.

His soft question over whether she wanted him to spend the night with her and the kisses that began to trail from behind her ear to down her neck made butterflies flutter in her stomach. For a split second she wondered if she should considering the fact that being with him and indulging in him had been the thing to send everything toppling around her to begin with, but she suddenly realized as soon as that thought crossed her mind that everything had already fallen, she had just been too blind to it and too afraid to do anything about it. Being with him was the first time she had chosen something entirely for herself and she had loved every second. Even now, she found herself leaning into him, slipping her other leg around his slim frame to hold him more completely while he sent little sparks of electricity over her skin with his kisses. She liked the way he made her feel and she savored the fact that she could enjoy his attention without any fear of hurt or rejection.

"I would love that," she replied softly after only a beat of thought, giving him a gentle squeeze in her embrace. He was like the salve on a wound or a cool drink after a long day in the sun. Even though she was tired from a lack of sleep and the weight that her own emotions had put on her over the last couple of days, she wanted nothing more than to enjoy the relief he brought her again. She tipped her head up, her muzzle brushing though the pale fur around his neck to reach his jaw, kissing lightly along the curve of it as her chest and stomach pressed to his, her forelegs slipping up around his neck as she held herself to him happily, letting everything else outside of this bungalow fall away.

"Azzurra"