Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

It was hard not to stare at the drastic change in his expression when she lifted her gaze to him; it was different than his usual confident smirk. It offered her a glimpse into his feelings, and the knowledge only stoked the fire in her stomach. How one heated look could cause such a reaction, she didn't know, but she was in no state of mind to question such things. She would rather bask in his attention and affection, and think about the why of everything later when she wasn't distracted by more interesting things. 

The moment she felt his nose move through her fur, another shiver moved through her, completely absent of her conscious control. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins, and her senses remained heightened, leaving her skin almost too sensitive. But the slow swipes of his tongue against her fur seemed to soothe that some, and a soft sigh left her in response. She closed her eyes and leaned into the affection, like she had done last time. Another shiver moved down her spine as she felt his rumbled pleasure vibrate against her where he was currently working to clean the blood from her fur. Her breathing sped up again, her whole body seeming to move with each inhale and exhale. She swallowed against her dry throat. Was he planning to remove every speck from her fur this way? Because if so, she was pretty sure she might combust right there.