Dragoncrest Cliffs Carnelian

Her delicately three-legged gait only made him close in faster, not that he needed more motivation to duck in near to her to help bring them together all he could. With a soft whine of vague complaint (still half determined not to dwell on her injury, despite how impossible), he moved to eagerly drape his neck over her. His senses swam, burning, and dialed right up to maximum--protectiveness and lustiness whorled, and warred even, although this was not unfamiliar turf for him, or her even--just like they always would; greedily, he buried his nose in her soft, fragrant furs. All his, and now, all hers.

He could melt into her already, and while the words came soft, his ear turned accordingly with a low sultry rumble. Not about to disagree, because who would? and starting to not be able to with nothing in his nose except his wife's heat, he soon found he couldn't be near enough, so he snaked against her more, but even every inch between them only made him seek even more than that. "Well if please," he teased lightly, tail waving and eyes wandering the lengths of her. With her desire made so perfectly crystal clear, it made it all awfully easy on him--and here he had wished he had at least brought a proper dinner first, but there would be time for that later; he realized the frustration already wanting to edge its way in, too. After everything going on, he was reaching hungrily for distraction, and this one was very within his grasp.

Big enough to make short work of reaching over her should he want, he leaned chest first against her flank and went for more contact with some nuzzle-nips towards her neck and scruff, alternating his touches between gentleness and a hint of needy rough. Unsure of how exactly to maneuver beyond, leg considered (quietly--and ready to take her cue on that before moving forward any further, once sure it was hopefully all good), he tightened his jaw to refocus on not rushing with that to mind.