Silver Creek Empty Pawed

Her words had only just trailed off when he was forgiving her in a soft tone - and lord did she wish she could spend forever pressed into his chest - and her heart soared. His rumble vibrated the two of them, but then she was bounding off and waiting for him to follow. 

This time, however, she did not run. They bowed at each other for mere moments before he sprung- and unlike last time, Amber only lept to the side to avoid a clash. In seconds, she'd turned to meet him with playfully snapping fangs and prodding paws. The ebony fae was not blind to his carefulness of her, his attention to where his jaws went- and the Ciel returned that gentleness with gusto. She pushed forward with a giggle, forcing him to either fight back or get shoved by the bulky woman - and it was accompanied with curious, almost yearnful words as she remembered their last meeting. The feelings rising in her for the man were undeniable, but the sting of the fact she might not be the one kept her from speaking her direct thoughts.

                      "Are you ever gonna ask me for those other wishes, Heston?"