Blackfeather Woods Drink me

He was right. Now that he was here, there were no eyes, no feeling like something was watching her from the shadows, waiting to pounce. No, she whispered shakily. Just you. She nuzzled against him, reveling in the strength of his embrace. It was strong and warm and made her forget the bright eyes surrounding her in the dark.

She was quiet for a long time, her breathing slowing to something more normal. She was starting to finally calm, and then a flash of bright memory in her mind—the eyes everywhere. She pulled back quickly to look at Taikon, fear creeping into her expression again. Taikon? The word was breathless. I do not understand. A hard swallow moved slowly down her throat. A heat started to build in her stomach. I need— What did she need? She needed him but she needed to be closer and she didn't know how to do that. Suddenly, she reached up and gently nuzzled that base of his ear where the fur was rabbit soft. Her affection was needy and vulnerable, asking for what she couldn't put into words.