You own me like whispers in poetry

She had quite enjoyed her place on his chest, but all thoughts went out the window as she thought about the potential danger of the elements her book could be in. It would be ruined! She quickly trotted out the den and found it exactly as they left it. She sighed, the pages that were left open were indeed a little wrinkly from the early morning dew.

"Ah fleas..." She mumbled as she pressed on the pages, trying to smooth them out. She felt Bas follow her and shook her head as he nipped her ear. She couldn't be mad at him. She could still feel him, smell him as she moved.

"Oh? Do you think I'm ready then? Defenses?" She asked wryly, tilting her head. She plopped her book in the basket that was also left outside and trotted with her tail in the air back into the den to deposit it safely inside.

When she returned to the patio she pressed against his side like a trilling cat and closed her eyes to his scent. His masculine musk nearly drove her to tease him into it all again.
"Speech"