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Her heart was speeding in her chest like the wings of a hummingbird, over and over to the point where she struggled to breathe. Bass wouldn't ever force her into having sex, right? She knew her husband all too well...he would never do something like that, even if it was on his life. But something told her that it was a possibility, and she continued to panic silently. Well, until he grew stiff. Wren turned her worried gaze to him, lifting her head up before he could even assist. He explained that Allen would be there to help them if they were ever split apart again, but she wasn't sure that was enough to convince her.

He began to rock her gently, and she forced an uneasy smile, her tail curling up tightly at her haunches. He began by saying she was absolutely irresistible during the summer, and that he missed being cuddly and intimate with her. Which, she could relate to. As much as she disliked the idea of more puppies, the sound of making love with Bass was stunning and alluring. She wasn't going to lie. She'd give anything to be able to make love with her husband without being in danger of becoming pregnant. She wanted to let Bass know how much she loved him, give him her all. And...maybe, without being a skinny, limp bag of bones who was sick and weak and didn't have much feeling of it. But...the stress. Wren stared into his bright golden gaze, thinking.

Their children were older. They could act as babysitters. And Allen could look out for Abaven during the early years of the pups, if she had any. Bass explained that he would never force her, however, he would need to go on runs and things like that to keep himself from releasing the beast on her. Wren smiled. After thinking for a while, she's made up her mind. Maybe...more beautiful, loving children wouldn't be so bad. If Bass wasn't there...she'd have something else to love, to sing to, to kiss every night. Wren slowly pressed her nose to his, her eyes suddenly becoming lust-filled. Her ears flopped backward lazily and she giggled timidly. "Penso che ce la possiamo fare." She hummed to him ever so sweetly.

Wren smirked and planted a kiss on his nose, her tail thumping gently at the ground. "Inoltre...sarebbe crudele da parte mia di respingere voi ora." Wren whispered, reaching up and tugging at his ear playfully. Last time they had made love, she hadn't got to do...anything. He was the one who nipped at her, loved her, kissed her. This time she wanted to be part of the love making. Wren gaze him one last loving look, before reaching down and burying her nose into his neck, nuzzling him gently. He'd be the one to start nipping- not her.

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"Italian"