Fox's Glade Impulse

For a moment, she thought she caught him revelling in the touch they shared, and the fleeting thought that she might actually be desired filled her with more devilish pleasure than she could remember ever having felt before. He pulled away, and she bristled slightly- but the reason for his apprehension became clear soon enough.

And it was fair. He would have reason to fear Merrick, if Merrick found out. She probably should have considered what it might mean for her own safety to be caught pregnant, which- if she succeeded with Val- could call for her own execution. 

But those weren’t Æsilfír’s thoughts. Her mind did not dwell on the “what if,” and immediately set about trying to concoct a “why not” story. 

”Ye don’t hafta worry about Merrick,” She scoffed. ”’E knows I’m in heat, an’ that I want kids. Didn’t seem too interested in who I picked fer a fadder, so eh.” she said, with a roll of her shoulder. She tilted her head back, and gazed at him levelly, a mild, seductive smirk to her lips. She wanted him. She wanted to wear the perfume of his scent like a halo. It might make Merrick jealous; and the thought of seeing hurt in that gleaming orange eye caused her stomach to clench with want.  ”Let me ‘ave you, Val,” She said, stepping toward him. She’d slink alongside him like a cat if he’d let her. ”Even if just fer fun. You’ll love it.”