The Tangle when you grow older and all those boys grow tired of you

what she lacks in experience or knowledge, blix makes up for in enthusiasm and a dedication to getting more noise out of mallaidh, that tiny growl like a sudden flame against her frayed nerves. she doesn't ask for anything in return -- doesn't even think too -- her only focus is furi under her mouth, furi against her fur, furi, furi, furi.

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when at last she parts from her -- not enough to fully separate, but rearranging herself to press close against her side -- she hides her face in mallaidh's scruff, her expression decidedly shy for someone who's had their mouth on nearly every square inch of their companion's body. "how was..?" blix trails off; she hadn't, presumably, been kicked in the face so she thinks she did a pretty okay job, but a little -- it'd just be nice to know for sure. and to cuddle more.