Kildeer Rest you're the ocean and she's desperate to drown

The words disappointed her a little, though Wildfire could hardly find fault with the commander's candid honesty, especially not when she was running her muzzle along the yearling's own smudged snout like that. She poked out her tongue, Thuringwethil's whiskers tickling it, and smiled before withdrawing it again. She could sense a nervous anticipation about the Heda which piqued her curiosity, especially when the dark woman moved closer. A strange purling noise escaped Wildfire, a sort of purr of approval, as she welcomed the proximity by leaning into her companion's soft warmth.

That sense of anticipation only continued to build as Thuringwethil quite obviously stalled and searched for words. The Bandrona waited patiently, touching her nose against the side of the commander's neck and gliding it down toward her shoulder. She placed a kiss behind the blade and would have proceeded further down the woman's back if it hadn't required folding herself nearly in half. Instead, Wildfire unfurled slightly against the Alpha's side and dipped her head lower, beneath hers, to snuggle a little into her chest.

She felt as much as heard the rumbled words, her ears sliding backward and her heart thumping excitedly in her own chest. Wildfire lifted her head a little, sliding it out from beneath Thuringwethil's chin, and nudged her closer cheek. "I'd like that," she said readily. "I'd like to sleep with you." As the words left her mouth, Wildfire realized the double entendre. Her cheeks warmed and she made a small, "Heh." But she couldn't bring herself to regret or apologize for the accidental implication because, truth be told, Wildfire was both curious and willing in that department too.