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Oh. She sucks in a sharp breath when he touches her, toes curling into the snow at the feeling. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this; she can hardly remember the last time. A soft, breathy moan slips from her at the feeling of his nose buried in her neck. She arches into his touch as if starving for it, unable to stifle a brief whine of disappointment when he pulls away. Yes, She says without thinking when he prompts her for consent, reaching to nip him half-teasingly and half-impatiently. There is little doubt that she will regret this encounter when her heat has passed — but there is no doubt that, in this moment, she wants nothing more.