Moonspear again in the glorious [m]asterwork of life

It was easy, although abundantly clear he knew most of her typical tricks and habits by now anyway and that she got the bigger thrill from a little rallying like this. He let his frustration show well before she did, usually, but she liked it this way with the tune of his growls in her ears; the rest of everything was quick to fall to the wayside with all of this—all of him—ardently in mind.

She only barely slipped the grab for her snout, then retaliated with a sharp nip back at his nose's direction and a growl to match his frequency best she was able on such short notice. Instead of angling away that time, or minding overly well for more teeth as she watched his lifted up, antsy paws, she moved closer to him for a rough shove towards his shoulder with her own. She let her tail lash freely with more ferocity now too, flung high as it had been. Amekaze knew she was not helping his aggravation any.. but she couldn't make it too simple, not even with a long, lustful growl that was finally showing her exasperation in its own shape and form.

With desire ablaze in her eyes and reservations brutally few, her hackles were up and her own teeth were barred in silence but she finally moved on to curve delicately around his chest, being mindful to shove beneath the curve of his neck too. Ame slowly slid her hips against her mate; yours, everything about her said. To these rare, sacred moments, in which she finally slowed down and consented to progress of so many matters, he was the only one she wanted to have them. In this certainty, there was no need for any discussion here, not here. Between her heart and roused head, she felt that to be an absolute truth. He still stood by her, she still let him be there, so if her season was going to be upon them again, they may as well enjoy.