Moonspear i set my clocks early 'cause i know i'm always late.

It wasn’t a question of if Penn was interested. It was a question of how, and how long, and would things change, and did she give enough of a shit to prevent her doing it anyway? Clearly he would be making no moves, so she had no excuse or deniability if she pushed first. This whole time, she just kept asking herself the same fucking question; how long was he willing to wait? No one waited forever.

It was all just fear. She knew what she wanted but she was too fucking scared to take it. That was the moment she made her decision because, fortunately for Penn, Fennec’s reaction to fear was nearly automatic once she recognized it. If possible in the moment, she’d prove it wrong every damn time she could.

If he rejected her, fuck him. If she decided she didn’t want it to mean anything, it wouldn’t. If he ran then she’d know and the entire thing would be done. She was over stepping around this shit.

When Penn settled back down, she let herself follow the impulse, reaching forward to find his ear and running her teeth through the fur at the base, tracing the line down and along his jaw as far as she could reach. She knew initially he would have no idea what the fuck was going on, but she trusted he’d figure it out. She wasn’t about to stop and explain herself, though she would pause for a reaction.