Moonspear Korean BBQ

Floki obliged her, first pressing his nose to her sharp little cheekbone. He lingered there just long enough for Wildfire's lips to part in gentle protest; no, she wanted to be properly kissed. But before she could say anything, he licked the edge of her mouth. The brief contact sent a delicious shiver of warmth from the back of her neck down her spine. She grinned, teeth showing, and beamed up at him with doughy eyes.

"Sorry," she said with a light chuckle, "I was just looking at you and noticing how downright  handsome you are, so I couldn't resist asking." Despite her words, her eyes lingered on his face and her black tail switched, unapologetic. "I told my mom about you the other day," Wildfire found herself saying. "About how much I like you. How much we have in common." And how I can picture a future beside you, she added mentally, though it somehow seemed way too declarative... at least, for the moment.