Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

He pressed impossibly closer, and she grinned at his words—he liked what she was doing, and that alone sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. And when he suggested that she could still give him the other kind of gift she had mentioned, she couldn't help the playful, happy laughter that rumbled softly from her chest. I always want to, she told him, reveling in the affection he was lavishing her with. She always wanted him and always had. That had never changed, even when she was so mad at him she could have killed him where he stood. 

She nuzzled under his chin before brushing her nose through his fur to settle near his jaw where she nipped even harder. It is also a gift that is easy to give you, she whispered against his fur. Her affection was becoming more demanding, her intent clear that she had no intention of denying him what he wanted.