Horizon Ridge Never safe from you.

There was a year between them (almost exactly), but it wasn't like Firefly kept track of such things. As far as he could tell she was as developed socially, mentally, and physically, as any full adult; perhaps that was why he didn't get squicked out when she returned the affection and soon the two of them were, essentially, necking like teenagers. It was an ego trip for Firefly and that's all that had ever motivated him in the past — this desire to be desired. He enjoyed charming the ladies and eventually bedding them, which explained why half the Wilds would soon be populated by his progeny.

The more Yami tested things with nudges, nibbles, and kisses, the more he reciprocated. He felt himself getting more invested with each touch, sharing the experience with her more and more. He wanted one thing — and was rumbling a deep and inviting sound towards the girl, hoping she'd take the hint or be charmed further (perferably to a point that would be enjoyable to the both of them). He pressed himself closer to her, let their plush coats fuse briefly as he drifted around her and bestowed affection in small waves, breathing deeply of her light, youthful scent. Mmm, he could really get used to this.