Moonspear Mad world

She didn't know what to expect the moment she made contact. Her nose bumped into flesh and fur and she skimmed it up to the corner of his eye, feeling warmth as she drew in his familiar scent. Her pulse jumped a little, although Wildfire liked to think it had less to do with anxiety and more to do with anticipation—the good kind.

Her eyes slipped shut. "It feels good," she murmured against the corner of his mouth. "Touching you. I've missed this." They opened again. "I'm sure you have too. You've been so patient..."