Moonspear again in the glorious [m]asterwork of life

Reservations swiftly melted away by his nearness. She watched him with keen, hungry eyes and a slow waving tail. Her breaths were coming quickly in an anticipation that she'd not caught until right there, and sight and scent of him combined felt like it may even singe her. Exuding comfortable confidence, he spoke his volumes to everything she wanted to hear—because he knew how, and she let him. At each other's side they had seen plenty, and even still this was far from over. Amekaze now knew she would face this fruitful week without the same doubts of the past because together, they'd discredited so many of them already. Proven so successful, her body pined quite greedily for his, and she would feed into this flame with motion first.

He sprang and she answered with a little growl while dipping out of the way using an exaggerated hop. When she landed, she sidestepped around, careful to stay mostly facing him for now as she fluffed up and arced her neck proudly. Doing so made her realize all over again how musky she was already. There reared fleeting a worry that she blocked by lunging back to nip at his ribs at few times. This whole slowburn attracted attention, had before.. but this had to be theirs only. No matter how soon, no matter why. They knew this.

So maybe that was why she felt a different sort of urgency, or it was just the neediness of new heat spreading through her bones. She liked the push-pull of getting to duke it out like this, with nips, spins, jumps, and bites until she'd relent and they would have her fill—which instead, yearning came after her in a rush, pulling her in close again already, today's brutally reoccurring theme.

Ame brushed alongside him with only her cheek in the beginning. Another step later had her rubbing herself flush to his side where she molded her supple body against him and growled into his nape. Playfulness still tempted her to dart away, largely because he made her feel a lot younger than she was, but as it always did instinct weighed out heftily to leave her striking their middle.