Phoenix Maplewood All you need is some self-control

Allowing his head to rest against his storm-grey companion, Reek shimmied even closer with an awkward shuffle. Within the cramped confines of Tavi's den, Reek had adjusted his position to allow even more contact between them, and gently laid his body against her. His ministrations may have ceased, but he enjoyed the closeness— the intimacy, that they shared as they lie together. The warmth of the den lulled him into a waxing state of relaxation. His eyes, once wide with yearning and want, began to droop with quiet contentment.

Reek was an imperfect man who craved validation above all else. He wanted to feel wanted. He needed to feel needed. As Tavi began to reciprocate physically -- as he felt her teeth against his flesh -- Reek's insecurities brought on by Saena's stubbern nature and his own self doubt were lost in the haze of intimacy. A pleased groan passed Reek's lips, content to feel the wanting touch of another against him.

"We can worry about it tomorrow," he replied, stretching his forelimbs in front of him in response to Tavi's tired yawn. Perhaps it was a good thing that their exploration with each other, quashed by Tavi's tiredness, never reached it's full potential, thus sheilding him from the guilt that was sure to insue after. As of yet, he had done nothing wrong, but deep down, Reek knew he would not be able to deny his attraction to her in the future. It was a confusing affair.

"Sleep away Sleepyhead," spoke Reek as he curled his lanky forelegs inward, making himself comfortable. Unlike Tavi, Reek was not tired enough to sleep, but he was hardpressed to leave her embrace and the warmth of the den.