Bramblepoint [M] Everyone swimming in a champagne sea

Her nose touched his fur, and Draper felt like he was positively buzzing. This may not have been his first year alive, but this was the first year he'd come so close to a woman during this time. He had smelled it on the air, sure, and he'd wandered searching for the source, but this was different. Direct contact was a whole lot more intoxicating than distant pining.

Still, he wasn't stupid. He knew what her kind would think of him if they saw them together like this in any capacity, and the clarity of that held him back for the time being.

Ibis, you—if your friends see us, they'll murder me, he said, though he didn't make any move to pull away. If she assured him that they wouldn't, he would be quick to shrug off any notion that this would be trouble.