Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

He closed his eyes as she neared and leaned into her touch as she had done to his. He was relieved to hear that she understood, but he also felt incredibly guilty; he didn't deserve for her to be so understanding. He moved his nose through the fur along her jaw, fighting the urge to draw in her scent. Alright, we don't have to go back yet, he said softly, willing to give her just about anything she wanted right now. The scent of her heat and her unexpected kindness regarding the mess he had made had him wanting to fulfill whatever request she made of him right then. We can still go for a walk, he suggested, speaking against her fur; he wasn't ready to pull back yet, too grateful that she hadn't forsaken him and demanded that he never touch her again. He wasn't sure quite what was happening, but he knew it would be difficult for things to go back to normal now that he knew what it was like to be with her.