The Heartwood heart to heart

Vaati grabbed her - not exactly the more she was looking for, but different, and near enough that she didn't complain beyond a reflexive snarl at being forcefully manipulated. And then he pulled her close, which she allowed with yet another snarl and a well-aimed lunge toward his face, which she almost succeeded in halting when she remembered that they were not fighting. It put her off balance, and she wobbled for a moment but still bore his weight.

It occured to her to ask if she could be on top, but she thought she'd wait and see what Vaati was doing before trying to mimmick him. It would do her no good to hold a pistol if she didn't know what a trigger was, after all.

Lust, hazed eyes watched Vaati's every move, tinged with only the tiniest hint of suspicion. She didn't like this very much - it made her feel weak - but she had to admit that there was something intriguing about the way their bodies lined up, and how his claws felt against the skin of her belly.