Will you watch the fireflies with me?

His touch shot a feeling of something quite foreign along her skin. Invisible goosebumps rose where his nose traveled—leaving a shiver to be seen from such actions. A chuckle built to slip free from parted lips. Her pants became quite breathy as he spoke. Now closer, Hanmel could really hear the deepness of his voice. Such a young male with the ability to stir something deep within the canvas of her belly. She didn't stop the seductive sound vibrating her throat. "There's only one way to find out." This was an invitation. One he would have to choose rather to take or not.

Mel brushed closer to him. Tail rising and falling in a way to fan the scent she knew would settle all actions. Her bottle was now empty with the last sip taken. She was ready. Waiting. Perhaps this one will be more fun than the past lovers she'd partaken in. And, that was saying something as it'd been only two at most.

"Speech"