Burdens Doublefold

At first, she was tense. But that morphed into rigidity, as Sephiran advanced. Her breath catching in her throat, muscles flexing beneath her pelt, which was about to start bristling. It was all reflexive he assumed. She always responded this way- why would now be any different? But the issue with it was, when she acted like this. Pulling herself away, growling out his name, trying to stand her ground. It coaxed the predatory instinct out of him. The rumbling in his chest became louder, an he propped himself up on an elbow. Looking up at her, as she was now sitting beside him. For several moments, he just stared back at her. Emerald and amethyst gaze crackling with intensity. He was waiting to see if she would come lay back down- and since she wouldn’t, he pulled himself up to sit next to her. Invading her space again, bringing his muzzle to her shoulder- again. Nipping at her, pressing his weight against hers. Wanting to trail his lips up to her ear, and back down to bite at her neck again.