Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

The feelings she had were mirrored in him, but they were harder for Screech to distinguish or understand the more she struggled physically. The heat he'd felt on his belly had returned and seemingly deepened, and he felt flush, like he was sitting beneath direct sunlight in the middle of summer. It wasn't unpleasant enough for him to stop; in fact, it felt rather good, but seemed to be concentrated on the areas where their bodies were squished together.

She protested loudly, and that seemed to rouse some sense into him (uh, well).

I'm—! he started, but really had no words for what was happening. But he didn't want to look the fool so Screech just blurted something stupid like, Keeping out of your reach, obviously. You never fought anyone b'fore so you don't know anything. The more she struggled though, the more he had to adjust to keep from falling. It was probably the most innocent moment of debauchery in his entire stupid life.

Quit squirmin' or I'll bite you. He warned sheepishly, and with a squeeze of his forelimbs he scooted into a better position across her back, only to stumble and feel her shoulders bump his chin and grinning teeth.