Chill of the dark

Despite her offer, he continued to grip her, the tension starting to pulse, the contact nearly hurting her. His feverish whispers crawled over her white fur, making her skin thrill where her fur met his deep blacks and startling otherworldly blues.

He tightened again, daring to test the limits of her tiny body in his mighty grip, he didn't want to let her go, she didn't want him to. Then suddenly she was released. The warmth of his body receded into the inky darkness. She felt her paws grasping at his fur as he pulled away, confused tears threatened to cloud her vision and judgment. If he pulled away it was because he knew it would hurt Hazel. She didn't want to come between them, the last thing she wanted was to give them a reason to hate her.

"I don't... want to hurt either of you..." She choked.

With a shuddering breath, she pushed herself away. This was wise, this was best, yes... She stumbled as the feeling in her paws had not quite come back yet. He told her the guest room would be open.

"Speech"