Silver Creek time

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her sigh spurred him on and Cas found himself driven by her receptiveness, leaning into her kiss. his eyes met hers for a moment, but there was no sense of awkwardness for him. not here, not now. not with Rowan. he nipped the base of one plush ear and pressed his muzzle against the corner of her mouth, his touches becoming firmer as his confidence grew. the void within him opened and threatened to swallow him — desperation welled, but Casmir held it at bay, focused fully upon the ashen woman beside him and the gentle scent that wafted from her fur. and as he embraced her, as he nuzzled her throat and explored the edge of one shoulderblade, Casmir felt the great rift within him beginning to ease.
another might have considered that there must be degrees of separation between himself and Rowan, due to her history within his fmaily, but Casmir felt no such thing. here only was the kindness and openness she had showed to him always, and now he sought to claim its core, and in return, admit the fulfillment of his feeling for her. [/tr][/td][/table]