Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

One brow quirks when he uses his paw to dig at her tight, a low rumble of a growl, she offers him a brief flash of teeth. Whether or not he heeds warning, she still complies. She rolls over onto her back, front legs hooked at her chest and sprawled out the rest of the way down. Aviana’s heat had driven her toward action, to explore as Artaax had. The older woman didn’t offer her anything of the sort but she can’t picture it in the moment, her desire solely being on her partner.
 
Being on the opposite end makes her feel a little more vulnerable, a weird sinking feeling in her stomach, but she doesn’t feel the need to move away. His touches are a mix of warm and cool, whether it is his tongue or nose to make landing. The more her narrows down, however, she tenses, her legs feeling the urge to shy away, but she fights it and forces herself to be still for the sake of curiosity and hope she’ll find some answers too.