Drums... drums in the deep

She had said it out loud. Her words had tumbled out of her mouth when she thought she had kept that one in but it echoed back to her. Why did she tend to answer her inner monologue aloud?

He had stopped, and she avoided his gaze until he drew her attention up to his eyes with the words that would sink into her fur like water from a boiling spring. Thrumming, humming, roaring all went into her ears as the skin under her white fur bloomed rosy and vibrant, easily evident through her pale fur. A tightening between her legs and a heat threateningly roiled within.

Why? How could he be so... Cruel? Was it cruelty? To want her and push her away. To capture her and keep her from such indulgences, to forbid her from pursuing it entirely.

Her eyes danced between the triangle of his eyes and mouth. The unknown gaping before her again. Why would he bring this up here of all places? Far far and again from anyone that could interrupt or intrude. Far from curious eyes and ears to feed gossip.

What did she want? What could they do? Was he proposing a trist?

"Is this a test Bas?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, it softly echoed around them.