Redhawk Caldera window rattles

I feel like Fox has some fucked up views on sex. @_@

Fox stuck her tongue out at him, amused at the thought of calling one Firebird Fuzzbutt. To be honest, she still wasn't sure how she would be able to name any of them until she could see them. Until then, they were out in the world, they were invisible to her, and hard for her to imagine. She didn't have long to think on that though, considering Peregrine went right to town. Fox winced, but kept her discomfort hidden when he mounted her, knowing that she had to do this for him. It was part of her duty as a mate, after all, to keep him satisfied.

It was shorter than usual—a quickie, if you will—although Fox was relieved not to have to support his weight any longer. When he questioned her about the name, she slid to the ground to let her body rest. “Two names per kid?” she asked, “Seems like we’ll run out awfully quick!” Fox was, of course, joking. “Actually, that gives me a good idea. What if they each had one of your names and one that represented what they looked like?” It was the best of both worlds, was it not? As they got older, they could decide which name they wanted to go by, or it would just be decided naturally.