Be my Honey

He grimaced as her awkwardness changed to glee, and she all but leapt at him. He braced himself, looking much like a man being marched to his death. Luckily, by this point she was already pressed against him and couldn’t see his martyred expression. She wrapped herself around him, and buried her head in his chest. He could feel her cold nose, and the beat of her heart. He felt her relax against him, tension seeping out of her. He trembled a little with the vulnerability of it. Both that she showed him, and that he was showing her by allowing it.

He awkwardly moved his paw until it was wrapped around her. He couldn’t stop himself from smelling her since she was right there but at least he didn’t have to admit out loud that she smelled nice. She smelled a little like blood, and damp fur, too. But maybe those scents were just familiar. He muttered at her.

"Speech"