Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

She was nervous up until the point when it began, but as instinct took over and she gave herself to it completely, that disappeared.  There was no shyness or hesitation in her.  Fennec was always at her most comfortable in the realm of touch and this brand of contact, far closer than she'd ever experienced with anyone, suited her.  It also helped that, despite her initial reluctance, she trusted Bronco implicitly.

It was still like nothing she'd ever experienced.  Afterward she rested lazily against him, lips curling up in a small smile too as she felt him touch her cheek lightly.  She was too warm and too satisfied to worry they might be caught like this or to think about the implications.

Nice to see you too, she said, still a little breathless.  Her smile was teasing and she turned, lightly nosing the fur at his neck affectionately.  The joke of the phrase wasn't lost on her.

She didn't want to think about tomorrow right now, or the next day, or any of the hard and terrible things life had thrown at them lately.  All she wanted to do was be here.