Hideaway Strath Oh, I just want to take him home

 

Being apart from Lotte feels harder, somehow, and standing on her own causes her to be more aware of every movement the three of them make. She can feel their eyes on her, captive audience they make up and it is an exhilarating power. She isn't used to it, but, she revels in it. "I was a bit... Preoccupied." Hemlock admits with a breathy laugh, eyes fluttering as she reaches out to nip his hip. 

When she steps before him again she presses a soft kiss to Lotte's snout, appreciating her presence and this gift that she gives. She does not imagine how hard this must be, not for her closest friend, her dearest companion. Thoughts are far away from anything but them - not the children, not her deceased husband, there is nothing in her mind but the two of them. She turns to face Arturo again, this time pressing into his embrace with a breathy whine as she nuzzles against him. To be coated in both their scents, claimed and safe, it entices her further. 

"Please," She whispered softly, mouth mostly in the dark of his fur - it might have just been a rumble rather than words. This will be new for her, and she intends to give herself fully in whatever capacity they want of her.