Bearclaw Valley “What am I to you?”

A sudden longing fulfilled her as she started grooming his face, almost as if the touch of his fur had a spark of magic in it that made everything else seem unimportant. She could only feel the pair of them, right here and right now, nothing else. With desire running through her she continued to slather his face in licks and he returned the gesture. She whined high-pitched, longingly as he nosed and licked the fur around her neck. It felt ticklish and so good at the same time.

Another whine exited his mouth and he drew closer, but she knew that this wouldn't work as it was. When he nudged the side of her face Laurel was quick to make use of the space given to turn around. She let out another wanting whine as she instantly missed the closeness between them and being able to groom him, asking wordlessly for more of this closeness.