Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

Even the rain would not protect her from the fire she'd lit when she'd called out to Dusty Rose. She felt it consume her now, felt her own throat filled with growling whines and wordless pleas as his weight pressed atop her and his grip tightened in her scruff. The tension faded from her abruptly; she settled beneath him for a few fleeting seconds.

Her hips shifted, lifting — but she would not have been Reverie if she didn't test him just a little. She twisted in a final half-hearted press of boundaries (are you sure I can't be on top?), inviting his correction and finally softening beneath it when it came.