Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

Wildfire just barely managed to scrounge the brain cells together to reply, "The pleasure's mine, Uleön." Despite her misgivings about her leadership role, she thought she sounded particularly diplomatic right then, especially considering she was sort of under duress. She offered the elder wolf a smile, amber eyes tracking her movements as she turned to go. They remained fixed on her retreating figure until Uleön disappeared from view.

She knew Thuringwethil wanted to get down to business, that the mission was important to the commander. But Wildfire had a different sort of business in mind first. After one last, quick glance to make sure neither Uleön nor anyone else was around to see, she forcefully smushed herself against her lover, pressing kisses to the underside of her throat, up along the curve of her neck, to her cheek and finally the corner of her mouth.

"I missed you," she breathed between heady kisses. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was prepared to be pushed away for propriety's sake but Wildfire couldn't help herself and didn't plan to stop until then. Now her tongue touched the corner of Thuringwethil's eye. "Did you miss me?"