Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Reverie leaned against her, and Moss remained solid like a stone, warmed by the sun. But when Reverie gasped, a shock of fear ran through her. It caused the fur at the back of her neck to lift, and her eyes to grow wide.

Reverie searched, her voice beseeching. Moss could feel how warm her companion grew beside her, and felt heat rush into her cheeks. She knew that rejecting Reverie’s advance would likely lead to a tailspin- but Moss felt deeply uncomfortable with the sudden influence of what she felt was physical desire.

It was not something she herself enjoyed or longed for. As gently as possible, she murmured quietly. ”Easy,” She would hold her lover’s hand, but would not allow it to caress her so. ”I don’t….” She began, but halted. ”It’s not you, I just don’t…I don’t do….Physical…With anyone.”