Firefly Ravine (m) who says I like right angles?

He did not appear wholly receptive at first. Conflicted maybe, over something she could not fathom, and Sanja's skin burned all the more for the delay.

She reached again for the hang of his fur and lightly clipped at it with her teeth, not enough to graze skin but to earn a taste, to show her growing impatience.

While he gave her a moment to reconsider, Sanja caressed him this way. She was no longer herself; the lust of recent days had overpowered all sense.