Herbalists' Cache [m] tejano blue

She watched in raptured delight as he approached, albeit a little cautiously. It dampened some of the butterflies in her own stomach to see that he matched her hesitance, though it left her with a concerning dilemma.

"I want-" her breath caught in her throat. What did she want? She wanted to touch him, for him to touch her, to kiss him and feel his embrace. Though her desire for him was magnetic, she was hit with a first timer's curse and it was her turn to lose all articulation.

"Can you- can you hold me, Arkadiy?" Tentatively, she began to close the distance between them, nose reaching to tease the fur of his cheeks. He was eager but by no means as forward as she would have liked. Still, her body itched to let off steam.