Northstar Vale (M) In memory of Keith.

He looked back at her with abject confusion written all over his face. Towhee smirked at him, tightening her grip around his middle and bending to nibble at his cheek. She couldn’t quite reach it, though, so she settled for combing her teeth through the fur along his shoulder blade.

I kinda want to bang, she said, shifting her hips suggestively, but I’m not sure if my back’s up to it. Think we can make this work instead?

She laughed and loosened her grip, sliding backward off him. After she dismounted, she sank her teeth into the meat of his buttocks, albeit not hard. It was very much a love bite. Towhee was tempted to stick her nose under his tail but resisted, instead sidling alongside him to put their faces closer together.

I have something to tell you, she said with sudden solemnity. I had the talk with our son. We have his permission to make him some younger siblings, though I don’t think he believed me when I told him how it’s done.