Dragoncrest Cliffs Say, could that lass be I?

He obliged her, nearly smothering her with kisses. Meerkat laughed, breathless, squirming happily beneath Njord’s shower of affection. When he deliberately tickled her ears, it did something funny to her insides. She jerked, nearly clobbering him in the chin with her elbow. She ended up barely grazing him, though she saw no reason not to murmur a kiss against the grizzled fur there anyway. She wondered if she should tell him her ears were evidently a button to turn on her libido, deciding it might be more fun to let him figure it out for himself.

The smooches continued, calmer now, until Njord stopped abruptly and threw himself to the ground of the den. Meerkat gazed down at him, amused by his declaration. It was actually more of an accusation, though made in good fun. She smirked a little, gleeful that her mere presence could have this effect on a man. Nobody had treated her quite like this, save for that brief overnight fling with Finley, though Meerkat never let herself think about that.

You’re adorkable, she said, reaching out a toe to press against his nose with a quiet, boop. Meerkat then chased her touch with a lick, unable to resist whispering teasingly against his lips, Is that a bad thing? Wanting me? You know… She pressed her head into the space beneath his throat, gliding, lissome, until she was flush against his chest. She pressed her cheek against his breastbone, a smile in her voice as she told his heartbeat, You know you can have me.