Silver Creek Chestnuts roasting on an open fire [m]

She wanted him.  No words were spoken as he came up to her, nipping her gently with his affectionate yet all the same needy growl.  It felt right like this.  Heston was hers now... but more than that, she was his.

She returned his nips with eager, but all the same affectionate nips of her own down him neck.  He was right for her, she felt it.  She felt safe when she was with him, protected, he was healthy, powerful... she felt he was her match and herself, his.

For a while longer she stayed like that, basking in the moment, but soon she took it a step further, amost subconsciously.  Her tail began to raise, so that it flagged in the air, emitting a fresh wave of her heat scent.  A burning fire alit in her eyes for him.  Take me.