Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

He gladly gave in to her request, lowering his face until it was buried in the fur of her neck. Each breath, he drew in her scent and then exhaled his warm breath against her fur so that it would stir up the scent once more. She was soft and comforting, and he wanted to stay there nestled in her soothing warmth. The feeling was intense and suddenly frightening. All this time, he had avoided feeling like this about anyone, and it was because of the complete and utter vulnerability that came with allowing someone else to have such control over him. He swallowed hard and before he realized the words were leaving his mouth, he whispered against her: This scares me.