Silverlight Terrace (m) Can we always be this close forever and ever?

With his subtle welcome (a twitch of his tail) Ibis saw no reason to linger at a distance, and so she swept closer, tossing caution to the wind. She sauntered around him with a probing little nose, gathering scents from his coat or brushing him with the softest of touches, trying to learn more about him without outright asking. The more she did this the more cat-like she became; much like with the first man the girl had encountered, Ibis grew covetous of his proximity and soon enough lost interest in whatever stories his carried scents might hold and became much more invested in playful nips of his cheek. She carefully drew her teeth through his scruff, or let her waving tail swat at his, all the while trying to goad him in to a response - perhaps a run? Or merely a little tussle.