Firefly Glen [m] i am a question to the world

He could really only take her at her word and try to shove his misgivings about her earlier behavior aside. Talisman let out a breath, bobbing his head rather uselessly. He suddenly felt awkward, having had this huge talk when usually he did the do, then got around to pillow talk.

For the first time since stumbling across her scent in the glen, he decided to let himself draw it into his lungs properly. It definitely helped push his thoughts to the side. His pupils dilated a little as he gazed at her, feasting his eyes on her womanly features and not the image of her cowering like a child in the back of a cave.

Talisman reached for her, gentle but insistent. His nose nudged her, starting at her neck and skimming down a shoulder blade. He trailed it along the fade of her flank, glancing back at her face every few seconds to make sure it was truly okay.

When he reached her backside and prepared to embrace her, Talisman of course asked, Is this okay? Do you want this, Kusuma?