Why does it hurt so much

She crawled easily into his grasp, taking him up on his invitation. She couldn't feel the bite of winter when he held her. She wondered how hard rising in the morning would be now. When she had such a lovely place to curl up and pass the night. He thanked her for mentioning it, and she nodded her head lightly bumping it against his forepaw. "I want to be completely honest with you Incubus." She said, and it was her promise to him. It helped that it was so easy to give him any of her secrets. He had stripped her bare when he had first met her. Forcing the worth truth from her soul. What was the rest of her life in comparison to that?

She leaned against his chest, and let out a soft sound. Almost a purr. She was tempted to entice him into a repeat of their nighttime activities, but not yet. First, she wanted to know a little more about him. She already knew the stuff that mattered. How he would look out for her bring her from the brink. That he would be there in the night when she hurt. But she wanted to know… so much more. "Would you yell me of your childhood, Inc? How you grew up?" She asked gently. She knew that his father had vanished on him. That Deathbelle was his mother. But she wanted to understand it all a little better.