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Germanicus moved to close the distance between them again, placing a tender kiss upon her forehead. Although it was not a common gesture of his, it was not the first time he had done so, and Ruenna expected him to leave at that, as usual. Instead, he lingered close, layering more delicate kisses around her ear and drawing downward, until his muzzle rested in the curve of her throat. His breath on her neck elicited a shiver, and her pulse quickened with anticipation. 

Perhaps it had taken the dalliances of two of his soldiers to remind Germanicus of the privileges he might freely enjoy, as a married man. So often, when Germanicus asked a question it was with the tone of a man who knew the reply would come quickly and directly. This time, his question hung with more uncertainty. More hunger. 

"I'm already here," Ruenna answered him, lowering her muzzle to whisper into his ear. Her tail thumped against the pallet-- Germanicus's pallet, as she had just reminded him. She wriggled closer, tucking herself against his muscled body. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beating of his heart. She reached her muzzle up to ruffle the fur under his chin with tiny kisses.