hurry up now

She moved slowly, a very small defiance. But she came. He could hear the pot she had set on bubbling somewhere behind them, but his attention was on Demelza now. Once again, he could catch the scent of her. That subtle flavour beneath her fur. She slowly moved onto the bed, her motion surprisingly graceful for all her aches. She rested beside him, and placed her paw on his stomach. He narrowed his eyes at her. Disobedience, or confusion?

He slipped a paw under her, and tumbled her on top of him, so her small frame rested on his stomach. He breathed in deeply, catching a hint of fear in the perfume of her body. His silver eyes were like multan led as heat stirred inside of him. It had been so long since he had been with anyone. And voluntarily had happened so infrequently for him. He had been taken as a Pretty Boy, after all. He raised a paw and pressed it gently to her forehead, where the cuts he and his bird had laid on her skin were still healing. He drifted his paw down her chin to the tip of her muzzle, and then down her throat. She was so delicate, so small. She would be so easy to break. “Do you know what to do?” He asked her, voice soft and husky.


"Speech"