Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

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their game of flirtatious glances and teasing words was beginning to flow into a river of tender desire. she stepped closer, he remained. her question was one he heard often. "it is not lonely now," he answered with a gentle hum. she was close enough now for him to feel the warmth of her touch.

the soft press against his cheek was met with a low rumble, a purr of muffled desire.

he turned to preen through the fur along her neck, his movement steady, disciplined. he continued to trail down the length of her nape, to shoulders, to hips. a gentle kiss left here, a nip there. she would have him now, if she so wished it.

fade out here for them to do the dirty dancing?