Hushed Willows as spring opens (touching, skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

What was he thinking?

Kin was thinking that she smelled very nice, and that her fur was very soft and fine. That she fit just right against him, that she looked equal parts silly and fetching with that sly look on her pretty face. That he wanted to kiss that smirk away and replace it with whatever giddy feeling was thumping in his own chest. That he hoped she was happy, and that she stayed happy, and that she would either look back on these days with a fond smile, or that she would forget them altogether once he was gone from her life.

Oh, Kin, she sighed, and it was his turn to smirk against her lovely decolletage as he chased her, even as she pulled away. Was he starving? Most certainly. But he didn't mind putting off a meal for a little longer, now that he sensed she was beginning to fluster. Serves you right, he thought, for all you've been puttin' me through. But what he said instead was,

"Go? You don't wanna stay and spark a little longer?" he asked her in a voice like rum and warm honey. "'Sides — I got half a mind t'make a meal outta you," he added in a low growl, administering a playful bit to the scruff of her neck.

Now he drew back, sloe eyes half-lidded and teasing.