Stavanger Bay things are changing

Thistle growled softly right back, and she froze when his teeth hit the skin of her neck. Momentarily struck dumb by the small amount of pain, but also the pleasure that hummed up her spinal column and caused a momentary shiver to work it's way back. She wondered at it, but made a small noise in her throat caught off guard at it, unsure how to take the pain to pleasure idea. She'd think more about it later.

Thistle hummed in her chest again, but didn't say anything. She did shift however her tiny paws, grasping the dirt with them. A subtle shift of hips to hold his weight. Then she gave him a smile one that she hadn't given him in a awhile and waited.