The Heartwood heart to heart

Had her awareness of him not been so completely, she might have fallen under Vaati's blow. He was bigger and stronger than her, after all, and for once, Alya's sister were not a step behind to rescue her. But she was aware, and when the male lunged, her head snapped around to catch his. Their teeth clashed painfully for a moment before the dark woman had drawn away, affront and desire writ clearly across her face. Where she'd expected anger at this sudden betrayal of trust, she felt only a deep well of reciprocal violence. And how did that work? How was is that she wanted to rip and tear and draw blood and yet not?

"Not like that," she huffed, intending to punish him by putting distance between them but at once giving up on the thought. She was not in the habit of punishing herself, after all. "Like - " She eyed him a moment, a mountaineer surveying a tall peak, and pressed forward once more, warning him with sharp glances not to make any sudden movements. "I don't know. Like..." 

And she meant to be gentle, as she felt she wanted him to be, but she couldn't stop herself from raking her teeth through his fur, seeking out the places where his scent burned the strongest. She was pressing against him, dizzy and confused, a strange buzz filling her ears. She wobbled and sat, hoping the action had looked deliberate. "Uhh... I don't know what I'm doing," she confessed.