Stir the coals

Her chest heaved at every gentle kiss. The first time they were in full view of anyone who cared to look. "Bas..." She whimpered, squirming beneath him, giggling at every other breath. His whiskers and his nose tickled the sensitive vulnerable pale skin.

He had well and truly pinned her to the dark sand of the cove. Will they ever get anything done... She couldn't help the hushed rumble her as he kissed her throat. Fresh out of mercy, oh no whatever shall they do.

Suddenly she let out a laugh as he easily lifted her to sit on his belly, she shook her head as she steadied herself over him, sitting pretty as his breath rose and fell and she balanced herself over it.

"You win and you still--" She balanced with a giggle and shook her head, "-and you still give ME the choice!" She huffed playfully, "How am I supposed to get any lessons done and practice them if you keep trying to get me pregnant before we've even announced it officially!" Surely there was only so much a tea could do when they couldn't keep their paws off each other.
"I don't think I'll gain anyone's respect if it looks like I fucked my way to consort." She said with lighthearted daggers in her eyes and a half hearted cuff at his chest. He certainly wasn't making it easy.