In the twilight hour

Esarosa noticed when he seemed to feel bad about bringing up her condition. She shook her head apologetically - it wasn't his fault, and she didn't want him to feel that way. After all, she was the one lacking in self-control, while he remained composed even as her scent drifted through the air. Her eyes met his, glancing over his freckled face for a moment before saying anything. "No, it's not your fault," she assured him, "Don't worry, I'm fine anyways.". She knew she should have better control over herself, but try as she might, she couldn't stop her tail from moving. It was like it had a mind of its own, and it insisted on making things difficult for her.

She smiled when he agreed to watch the stars and the lightning bugs with her. As he stood and padded closer, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks, her heart beating a little faster - it seemed to be an instant reaction every time he looked at her or moved closer to her. She giggled as he flopped onto the grass and a cluster of panicked bugs went twinkling away into the sky. When he rolled onto his back and tucked in his forepaws, Esa thought he looked rather cozy, and she wanted to join him. So she rolled onto the ground as well, flopping onto her back and looking to the ever-darkening sky. She could reach out her paws and scatter the lightning bugs, and it was like she was moving the stars. She shuffled a little closer to Spencer, her shoulder brushing his as she glanced away from the sky to look at him instead. "This is really great," she said in almost a whisper, "I feel like I could stay this way forever."

How did he stay so calm and collected, protective even, when he didn't even know her? She felt so safe around him. Yet this almost seemed to make her body ache more, craving the feel of his body next to hers. She shifted closer to him, if that was possible, her hip bumping into him and tail waving slowly. She was content to lay here beside him, but she wouldn't be afraid if he moved closer to her now. Although he didn't seem like he had come for this purpose, her hormone-driven body desired him, no longer afraid, but with no thoughts to the consequences. She'd never thought of these things before, but her body had never wanted it before now. Glancing at him, she wondered what he would do or say; perhaps he only wanted to enjoy this moment and nothing else would happen.