Wicked Game

He felt her shift herself closer to him, a small ridge of snow being formed up below the intermingling fur of their stomachs to gradually melt away. Bane's leg laying bent on her exposed shoulder, his paw running back and forth through her disheveling fur to scratch at the skin with his nails, giving a content exhale as he reached his muzzle forward to touch her nose again. His fangs would gently nip at her nose, tongue flicking out and licking the side of her muzzle. The corners corners of his muzzle lifted when felt a paw pressing against the base of his neck. A hum was voiced, not giving Tahlia one of her favorite rumbles of satisfaction.

Teasing. That was the word. Band closing his eyes with a smug smile. Ain't no other wolf had a mate such as Tahlia, and that made him the luckiest male alive.?"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay like this for a little while. Just be with one another at least until the?commotion of others starting their day gets to?encroaching to what we're sharing." And by that Bane meant laying here together as undisturbed as possible. Only the snowfall was allowed to do so this moment. He brought a paw against the base of her throat and gently pressed. So soft. He wondered, being as she was now after giving her gift to him, that if she would allow it. He didn't want to come across as forceful, or that he hadn't heard her words about being satisfied, but Bane loved Tahlia. And as he thought of a few times in the past, he wondered how else to truly love his mate. To keep things fresh and exciting for her. To give surprises and other showings of affection. An uneasy creasing settled across his brow at the unsure thoughts.