Redhawk Caldera I'm yours, yours, yours for every season

Fox was there with both physical and verbal reassurances and he couldn't decide which he found more soothing. But he instantly felt better, more relaxed. Peregrine coaxed his muscles to soften so he could enjoy his mate's ministrations. He told himself that the instant she finished, he would use his freshly limbered body to have his way with her. He would make her feel as good as she had made him feel.

Instead, he fell into a snoring heap, tongue lolling from his mouth since he couldn't breathe through his nose very well. Speaking of which, snot dribbled from his nostrils, forming a crust not unlike the salt around the mouth of a margarita glass. He hacked lightly a few times, though eventually he lay quite still, his body happy for the rest that would hasten healing.

Figured we could fade in preparation for that other thread soon..... ;)