Spring Folly

Sibelle, a beauty stepped from sweetest dreams would answer the light brush of his tail with a step into his side. She was fully touching his fur now, and heat cursed through him, loud and demanding with each breath they took together. Her crown would tuck beneath his own and his breath would flutter from him a gentle, pleasant sigh at the sweet gesture on her part. She would pull away and he would watch her with even stronger regret then before. She would look up at him, her expression curious and he felt that perhaps there was even a question their, in the set of her jaw and the confusion in her eyes.



Her tail, in an almost innocent gesture would sweep a light beat against his leg. He would find his eyes watching the movement for a while, until she stepped yet further away from him. There was something to her expression now, something growing. It was that smile that sprung when she made her movements away from him that told him he was playing with him. His tail would sway idly behind him and he would tilt her head, watching her stillness, her body language that told him she was waiting for something. He would step forward then, towards her, perhaps even following her if she moved away from him. He would move until he would bring his tail up, and flick it against her belly. He would leave it there a moment before dragging it down her back and tickling it against her rump. The entire time he did so he watched her expression, her eyes. His expression was a curving of his lips, a partial smile and a watchfulness to his eyes. Inside his head was hammering a tune in his chest, and his blood was rising until his body felt hot from head to toe.