Lion Head Mesa aguila

the tug and comb of kasmut's teeth through belen's tangled fur was nice, nicer than she would admit. they were still perfect strangers. this closeness was unexpected and sent unwanted glissades through the girl that angered her further. she seethed, shivering. that smile again, the one tipped in honey and poison. it reminded her of how pharaoh had looked. "are you good?" doubtful.