Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

he loomed up beside her and took her scruff in his mouth, if she'd allow. we're both much too seasoned to be asking those kind of questions, mera pyaara, he mumbled, chuckling against her fur, or the air, or however the situation panned out.

he was tired of games. should tytonidae acquiesce, he'd wrap his forelegs 'round her chest and go about his business.

and should she not. . .

his mental patience wore thin, but the flesh—oh so willing, even still.