Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole watched her begin, the faintest smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. He appreciated her quiet reverence; it spoke of respect, not just hunger. When she moved with a restrained precision, as if she planned to take only a sliver, he cleared his throat softly and gestured to the rabbit.

Go on, take what you need, he drawled, his tone warm but firm. Else I'll end up fat, and that won't do me any favors.

A touch of humor softened the edges of his words, but his stance remained easy, resolute. He held his ground, content to wait, offering her space to take her fill.