Swiftcurrent Creek stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run

Eventually she feels the gentle touch of Kavik's muzzle against her neck, and she sighs softly as he starts to return her affection. She abandons her own endeavors in favor of pressing closer to him, turning her head slightly to allow him easier access. As much as she wants to touch him, to explore further, a stronger part of her only wants to allow him to shower her with affection. She wants this time to be different; to be tender, unhurried, and free of regrets. She wants it to mean something in all the ways their first coupling hadn't. Kavik, She murmurs after a time, bringing her muzzle to his ear with a gentle nip. I want this to last. There is no room for shame or regrets here, not anymore; the worst thing they could have done is already a part of their past. They can only move forward — and is it such a crime to take comfort in one another, after all they've been through?