The Floodlands flutterbat

He didn't say a word after that, just moved swiftly towards her haunches. She eyed him carefully, but her mind was clouded with adrenaline. She knew she wanted it, but she didn't know if she was ready. She shook her worries away as she felt his weight upon her small frame. She was no muscular creature, and shifting her weight and positioning her paws was necessary to hold him up. Chills ran down her spine, but she reveled in the feeling, a quiet whine escaping her maw.

Forearms locked around her slender waist and all she could do was wait for what would come next. She honestly didn't know, and her inexpirienced brain whirled, but somehow she was able to ignore it, and just focus on Casmir. A deep breath escaped her and she twisted her neck to nip his cheek, her own body shaking slightly.