Hideaway Strath Nobody does it like you do

She goes willingly, which surprises him severely. He’d almost expected her to snap teeth at his face, leave scabs and bruises where her teeth hit. She doesn’t though and it makes a warm feeling bloom in his chest. So much so, he keeps rasping his tongue over her. 

Until her voice meets his ears, meek and unsure. And her words, oh her words, almost make him want to laugh. He drops his weight a bit further into her, mindful not to squish her, but relaxing into her. Dipping his chin to his chest he laps at her muzzle once more before burying his face in her neck. He can’t help it, he releases a huff of breath from his nose that could easily be considered a laugh.

“That’s fine. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, dear.” His words are horribly soft, genuine, but not meant to be dirty or flirtatious in anyway. 

He means it. Any form of affection that’s not hatful, he would soak up. Take whatever she’d give. He’s desperate for her attention at this point. Burying his snout in her fur, pressing himself down to her in a soft embrace, he even laps tentatively at her neck a few times. He’s soaking up the moment, but he’s about to break the silence with a terribly serious question.

What does he have to do for him to be forgiven? He cannot change the past, he cannot just leave Simmik. What are his options? Change? He’s afraid she might say so. So he stays quiet, merely soaking up her affections like he’d never get the opportunity to do it again. Hopefully he would.