Panther Park Long and hard

The wait for his answer had made her anxious, for in spite of her knowing that she would do as he wished, the thought of being told to go had made her want to break her word. Perhaps it was by a stroke of luck that she'd not been forced to make such a decision, as he'd chosen for her to stay, and she'd smiled in response. "I am glad that you did not tell me to leave," she'd revealed, unable to hide from him her thoughts. Her earlier contemplation had, however, been kept to herself.

His lick had been taken as an invitation, and so she'd leaned nearer to him, nose finding its way to his chin. It'd lingered for but a moment before having been replaced by her forehead, unconcerned by her own actions.