Coming back around again

Her sudden closeness was so unexpected he felt his lips part, and a breath escape him. When he breathed in again, it was to her scent surrounding him. Something that was quickly becoming as familiar and comforting as home once had. Despite his inhibitions, he quickly felt himself being drawn to a tipping point.

Slowly, almost wearily, he reached a paw out and placed it behind her. Drawing her that little bit closer to him. Her muzzle was close enough that if he darted out his tongue, he would taste her. He knew how badly he wanted to, so why did he hesitate? Perhaps a part of him was afraid she was pulling on him as a lifeline. He would never, ever, take advantage of Anthea.

But he need not make another move, her muzzle brushed against his. He felt his heart skip a beat, and a warmth flooded his system. His grip on her tightened, a need for her, for the taste of her kiss taking over everything else. He returned her kiss, though his touch was as gentle as the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

And then she was pulling herself from his gasp. He let her go, watching her mournfully, until he realised she was leading him somewhere. To a cave that he had missed on his inspection of her camp. Wordlessly, he followed after her. The heat in his veins growing instead of disbursing, despite the cool night air on his fur.

"Speech"