Redhawk Caldera Year in review [m]

When Peregrine explained to Tempest that they were "gonna screw," Fox shot him a look. “You didn’t have to scare her off,” Fox replied with a roll of her eyes. “Then again, I'm not sure what the alternative would've been.” Maybe he could've invited her up for some three-some fun. Not. Fox knew that she, for one, had been unwilling to be in the company of anybody other than Peregrine over the past week. And his company had been downright intoxicating. Speaking of...

Fox flitted her tail back and forth, giving Perry a sultry glance before prancing around him. It was a shame this part of the ritual would only last a week. It had been the best week of sex Fox had ever had, and she was not so sure it would feel the same once she had cooled off. The instinctual yearning for his body to be entwined with her own had been so incredibly intense, she wasn't sure if she ever wanted it to end. Still, she knew it couldn't last forever, no matter how much she wanted it to.

“How long was it,” Fox asked, continuing to circle around Peregrine, “that you wanted to bone me before we actually did the deed?” Their whole getting together story had been a long and drawn out one. Not only that, but Peregrine had presumably been in love with Hawkeye when he had met the young and feisty Fox. She wanted to know how many times she'd managed to blue-ball him throughout the process.