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

Her ministrations were soft but quick, and he reacted by snapping his teeth - a jarring sound that made her tense. Then he was whisking away; had she offended him? Her skin was on-edge. Her eyes trailed after him and when he bowed, she had her answer; and she followed, a light prance that became a bound, as his strides were much larger than her own.

She bowed to him with her shoulders but did not lower herself to his level entirely. Ibis didn't hold the pose for long, too animated by the fire inside her own body. She pressed in to his personal space and crooned a few notes to him, pirouetting as she got closer, then down again - bowing properly, her tail raised high and spreading her scent.