The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

This one was much different from Grayday, she had to admit-while the instincts clearly ran through his body and told him what to do, he just could not compare to the confidence that ruled her lovers moves. The giving of his name was the one exception, and Amber's tail wagged-spreading more of her scent- at the conviction of which he spoke: it also, however, pleased her when he clearly showed that she was in charge. His shyness was cute, and a breathy giggle fell from her lips-at his prompting, she gave her own name. 
               "Amber Ciel."
Stepping forward, she reached her muzzle out towards him-inviting him closer- and licked at his face. Giggling again, Amber wasn't shy in letting her hormones take over this time, whispering to the boy to stand and try his luck with instinct before jumping to talk him through.