(m) the lightning we generate without restraints

Thistle glared at him "Oh Yes you do need it. She was unsure what to do he was sick so she could easily overpower him perhaps. She was however loathe to do that, for she did not want his instincts to war and have him hurt her acciddently, but she was almost out of options.

As much as she secretly wanted him to quench the fires he had started with his sultry kisses she was too far along to allow him and herself that pleasure admittedly. She was not afraid so much that he would hurt her or them, but rather she was more afraid that it would cause her to go into labor which would cause it's own host of problems.

So she turned again only this time she turned with coy smile and gently threw her paws around his neck and tugged at his ear and his neck while subtly applying pressure to him until she was certain her weight and his own would cause them to take a tumble. she hoped to get him to the ground and keep him there long enough to force him to take the weed that he hated, and did taste nasty of course but he needed to get rid of the delirium that threatened to overtake him completely lest he do something he would regret.