Stir the coals

He gave a husky laugh, her inability to refrain from loving him was a major turn on. It didn't take much for her to turn into the den, muttering a word under her breath as she did so. He could smell her heat, her desire. He knew the truth. He followed after her, leaning over to whisper “corrupted little bird” before tending to her fire. Building it up to chase away that cold he knew she hated.


He pulled her bedding a little closer to the flame, and then tugged Her gently forward, towards him. Pulling her onto his chest on the bedding so he could brush his paw across the fur around her face and look up at her. “Whatever will I do away from you?” He sighed, the journey it took to get to the Hallows would be miserable without her. He leaned forward, pressing his muzzle to hers. “Love me, Little Bird. Make love to me.”