Redtail Rise black flies on the windowsill

She leaned in close to him, her breath a feather touch along the downy furs of his ear. He curled in towards her as though they were to whisper secrets between themselves, his gaze no more than reappraising the gentle curve where shoulder met neck. Her confidence built—had this part of her always been there, a rose in with common weeds?—while temptation made bids to build something else in him.

As she drew away, he found the sly smile to match the knavish spread of his own; he thought her eyes alight now, all wax poetic as though they had chased away the slighest notion she was ever uncertain. It appeased him on more than one level, but words had not yet escaped him completely.

"Are we now," he said lowly, far from disagreement. At his hocks, his tail stirred in the briefest wave. Her confidence emboldened him as he sought to reach out and touch her with the length of his body. It was neither eager nor nervous, but rather a careful test of uncharted waters, knowing all too well that she could spurn him in spite of whatever carnal desires they welcomed.

sorry for the delay ♡