Cerulean Cape The Wind And The Sky!

Samaantine allowed the red male to nip her ear, expression playful but sheepish. The shadow pretended to be overwhelmed with nerves and attraction, tail gently swishing as she turned her muzzle away shyly and sent him an affectionate side-glance.
No one has ever said such kind things to me before... Tine lied easily, voice barely more than a whisper. Thank you, Engel.
She tried to think what she might say now if she were really attracted to him-- and came up blank, except with the vague notion that she ought to chase him off. In the absence of words, the girl turned her face back to plant a soft lick on his cheek. Something in her was telling her to stop now, before things got out of hand; she had a feeling, though, that it would only take a couple of words to make the fiery pelted man stop. He seemed kind of a push over, and Tine truly doubted he would try to force himself on her.