Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Not until Reek slid off her back did Saena allow herself to truly relax. She dropped to the ground in a heap with delicious waves still crashing through her body. She coiled her limbs in, a visible demonstration that she wasn't done yet, but when the warmth finally relented, it was in time to hear her mate mutter "I love you" to her.

Her heart squeezed with an equal mix of glee, panic and uncertainty. Of course Saena didn't love Reek yet. It was too soon. The young woman hadn't even tasted love in her short life. She lusted for him, she liked him a great deal, but she didn't think it was love yet. But he was so earnest she couldn't help but to smile, to know that one day she might be able to reciprocate with conviction.

"Love you too," she murmured, for although she didn't feel yet that it was at that point, she didn't want her mate's admission to go without recognition. She'd taken him as her mate, a manner of saying "I love you" all on its own, and a promise that she would. That was enough for her, but to say it aloud would surely make him feel good. She was willing to do that, even if she wasn't sure it was true just yet.

She shifted on the ground, splaying her forelimbs out and curling her hind limbs further in so that she was in a relaxed half-twist, facing him. "I want to talk about Arion," she said quietly. It was perhaps a strange topic to bring up in the aftermath of bliss, but she thought it was high time they discuss him—his attitude problem, his qualifications, and all that. Saena felt certain that Reek would understand why she was bringing him up. After all, it was the alpha male who had seen the worst of it firsthand.