Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

her cheeks flushed-- surprisingly to her-- and she let out a breath as she smiled gently. "well, you're not wrong," she jested lightly, ears cupping forward. he moved towards her. pressing himself against her to match her curves as they walked, slowing down as she stifled a heavy breath. this was nothing, hardly even a touch, and she wanted to beg for more.

he buried his muzzle into her scruff, and she stopped walking completely. her green gaze hovered on nothing for a moment before she closed her eyes, sorting through muddied ideas of right and wrong. this was wrong. it was written out plain as day in her mind and somehow, she still confused the two. she relished in the extra affection for a handful of moments before she turned to preen at his neck. "don't tell me," she said softly, nosing the bottom of his jaw, "that it's lil' ol' me who's got you acting so recklessly." but that was a joke, because she knew damn well why he was acting the way he was, and the same went for her.