you explained the infinite

She seemed to take awhile to think things over, but that didn't matter to him. He was willing to wait for her, to let her mull his words over in her mind. After all, he had talked a lot. So instead he just laid there and held her, sitting in the silence to give her the time that she needed. Plus, it wasn't like it was a simple thing like what they wanted to eat. No, it was the choice of bringing more life into this world. Bass would never know what it was like to have to actually carry the children and bring them into this world, so he didn't think that it was really his choice to make. All in all, he pretty much got the better deal. He got to have sex and didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant. He huffed to himself, once again thankful for being born a male, but also feeling sorry that his wife had to carry the heavy burden of it all. It was her who had to wait, to hope and see what would happen. All he could do was be at her side every single step of the way. There was not much else that he could offer but love and support. And well, not having sex but... that was a less fun option.

At last she spoke, her gaze changing as she seemed to make her choice. Her laugh was timid and shy, and he realized that it would be him who would have to be more bold. He growled playfully at her, removing his limb from her so that he could scoot closer, eyes half lidded as Wren tugged on his ear. My my, she got frisky fast, didn't she? Well, you aren't going to see him complain! He leaned into her kiss, not helping but laughing at her words. Yes, resisting him would be rather mean, but he wouldn't force her. Ever. Love making was something that should come naturally, not something that you had to tie them down and force yourself on them. Rumbling at her again he stretched forward, his teeth teasing the nape of her neck as he made a trail down her jawline, heavy eyes on her the whole time. His tail thumped on the ground a few times as he placed a tender lick on her cheek, his need to be with her growing every moment. Heat pooled off of him in waves, fur standing somewhat on end as he sought to bring out the more playful side of Wren. He wanted her to tease him as much as he was doing to her now, dragging his teeth ever so slowly down her sensitive ear. "Carissimo Wren." He whispered, moving to carve another path of nips and kisses between her shoulder blade, circling slowly around the bone and down her limb.

"Speech"
"Italian"