Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

He felt good for the first time in, well, probably forever. It wasn't like he stopped hurting or forgot about his circumstances even for that moment, but Screech felt powerful in the wake of her small defeat.

Her comments merely cajoled him in to trying again, and this time he was filled with his own half-baked bravado. He laughed openly at her protests and threw himself after her, rising up in a poorly timed leap at her midsection. That wasn't luck sweetheart, and this isn't either!

He'd aimed to tackle her and maybe pin her, but Screech didn't have depth perception in the slightest.

The boy was pretty close to her tail even though she'd taken a few steps, and in vaulting after her he connected his chest to her lower back. This took him by surprise (and he was a bit too flustered by the contact to think about how she felt, having a boy suspended awkwardly across her rear-end like that, not that he'd really care). He teetered there a second or two. At first Screech was unsure of what to do next, surprised he had actually landed on her like this; but he didn't want to appear uncertain or weak, so he shuffled and grappled, making himself more comfortable.

The problem came after [mdash] when he felt a bit too flustered by the warmth that the contact produced.