Walk | Talk | Think
The ear that Pyrros continued to nip at twitched under his attention, unsure whether it ought to be allowed or discouraged. As it was, Anais was feeling considerably nervous about everything: the fact the male had her pinned, the way in which he touched her ear, the sound of his voice and the words he spoke. She was so naive, so clueless, as to what it was that he hinted so strongly at, and yet somehow, instinctually, she seemed to understand enough to be anxious. Should she not be resisting more? Should she ask him to stop? Without knowing the consequences, her indecision continued to stall her making a decision.
Again he spoke softly to her, a phrase whose meaning was lost but whose purpose seemed to finally hit home. He shifted again, his muzzle seeking to press firmly within her coat, and Anais tensed as she closed her eyes, a small noise escaping her that could have easily been a protest but was merely an sound of her anxiety. She felt trapped beneath him, forced to accept his affections simply because she could not get away, and with her mind finally made up she reacted.
His body moved to lower against hers, feeling his warmth and weight settle over her, and shifting her forepaws she pressed them against his chest as he lowered into place. "Please, Pyrros," she whispered shakily, her bright eyes still closed and her expression mirroring her nervousness, "I can't breathe." He seemed to have startled the breath right out of her, and no matter what he did the anxious rate of her heart did not seem to help matters any at all. Maybe, if she could just get to her feet, get a little breathing room, she would feel better.
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