poor little king

He could feel her heart pounding beside him, it beat in a quickened pace along his flank. He knew that he needed to calm down, to stop this before they would both regret it. Would it be different between them if he er... mated with her? He doubted it would be the same, but would it be the kind of difference that they would both be happy with? He didn't know, and that helped him calm himself, let his mind rule once again over its vessel. He did not move away though, her warmth was something that he enjoyed too much to stray away from. When he asked his questions though, he studied her, trying to read behind her few words. Her soft lick on his cheek send a shutter though him, and his smile softened as his eyes half lidded. "Oh Wren, I could never leave. But I don't want to ruin what we have, I don't want to risk that." He said softly. With one last look at her minty eyes, his alabaster head nudged its way under her chin so that his head rested on her paws. He was basically curled around her at this point, and his eyes slide closed in comfort.

Bass had never entertained the idea of having a mate. He didn't like it when his sisters spoke of boys and brought them home, but here he was spooning a woman from another pack. But this was different, because they were good friends. He felt very close to Wren, although he understood that their relationship was different than what he had with his sisters. If Bass ever had a mate, he felt that he wanted to go about it right, to woo her and take her out for dates. He didn't want to just jump straight to the mating part, because there was no real bond there. He wanted his first time to be special, to be something to remember. That is why he felt that he needed to stop, that he needed to draw back from these sudden sexual urges. No matter how much Wren may have wanted him to continue, he didn't want anything to happen between them that was that huge. For both of their first times to be like this? Where was the romance?

Rumbling softly, his throat vibrated against her legs. "Wren, will you tell me a story?" He asked, his eyes staying closed as his tail tip lightly tapped her flank. He needed to keep his mind off of her flowery scent, although being this close to her wasn't helping. He wanted to hear her soft voice, to once and for all get rid of those silly images in his brain and replace them with whatever story she might tell him. Turning his head slightly towards her he licked her shoulder, his pin tongue stretching to tickle her soft fur. He was feeling goofy again, almost back to his normal self. Almost, because he was straight up spooning Wren.

OOC: Bass is such a girl, I swear xD