Chimera Fields white fever

Her warm skin tingled. Static danced between them when she made contact and he accepted. He had not pulled away. A good sign. Brazenly, she pressed closer, to touch her flank against the solid curve of his chest. Keyni had never engaged in any sort of suggestive physical contact like this before. It was new to her, but natural.

"No I shouldn't." She replied, her voice thicker than usual. "And I am not. Not now." Her expression was much more intense than it's usual soft, reserved default look. The ear he nipped gently flicked on reflex. The sensation made her gnaw her lip, growling low in approval and want.