Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

was he easy? was he weak? silvertongue did not think she could apply either of these terms. he moved like a slinking predator, his eyes upon all of her, and the secretly uninjured silvertongue felt the responsive glitter low in her belly. "i belong to riverclan. before that, i belonged to the sea. i have traveled a very long time to reach this valley. and i know things that would warm your face, dear man." abridged. vague. edited. but he was still a man, still beholden to a man's fascination, as she arched in luxuriant parody of a stretch before those watchful eyes.