Sun Mote Copse if panties were snowmen, you were march.

I guess it won’t be so easy to get rid of you then, Elwood teased. Their conversation had taken somewhat of a playfully morbid turn, but he forced those thoughts to the back of his mind and essentially turned his brain off. He didn’t need to overthink what they were presumably about to do; his body would operate on autopilot, and he could already feel his instincts beginning to take over as the talking concluded.

With a whisk of his tail, he stepped closer to Fin and began to nibble at the fur on her cheek, gradually working his way to the underside of her jawline. I’ll be gentle, he promised, though he would wait until she gave him the official green light to move further.