Stir the coals

While he tended the fire, with as much grace as she could muster she stashed a sachet of the herbs on a low shelf among other sachets of herbal aromas she had collected from the market. The palo santo wood was one of her favorites. To cover her scheme she grabbed a stick of the palo santo from the same shelf. She had done it a time or two to add an aroma to the den, so the movement should be familiar to him.

She strolled back to him and the fire and stuck the short resinous wood down near the edge of the coals so it would burn slowly. She offered him a kiss when she passed him toward the fire. She huffed in a "pretending to still be mad" way as he pulled her onto him. It was so funny; he liked to plop her above him, and it was the first time she truly wondered why. She blew a feisty breath at his hand as he brushed some of the fur back from her face.

Whatever will I do away from you... " - Probably get some thinking done!" She retorted with a playful scrunch of her nose. She didn't know honestly, she hated how he had been gone briefly for the raid on Syndicate, that wasn't a whole day. This will be a few.

She leaned into his muzzle press. He whispered his own desperate plea. Oh he was ready for round two then? What was it he said? They could do it five or six times tonight and she shouldn't have to worry about a thing? She grasped his lips with her own and she teased him, and loved him all the rest of the day. Letting him fill her and fill her and fill her. She tried to escape once but he surely wasn't finished then either.

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The morning arose with rosy lines across the sky.

Her body ached, her muscles stiff. She drew in a breath and stretched her arm long out from the coiling of his arms around her. His scent was still intoxicating. How, how could it still be riling her up even now? She slowly kissed his muzzle. He had kept her in this den all day and all night. Though at least they got some rest.

She hummed into his fur. She pressed her lips to his until he woke up.

"Speech"