Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

breaths came slow and steady, though her chest still rose with the echoes of their shared fervor. her eyes, half-lidded, gazed up at him through the frame of his dark limbs, an expression of quiet contentment softening the usual sharpness of her features. with him above her, gazing so feverish, she couldn't help but return it.

when she finally spoke, her voice was low and edged with a sultry timbre, a contrast to the tender quiet between them. you look at me like that, and i might start believing you don’t want this to end. the faintest trace of a smile curved her lips, her words teasing yet laced with a truth she wasn’t ready to fully admit. let him take.

her paw lifted to rest against the side of his face, claws brushing lightly against his fur as she studied him.

you’ve made a mess of me, she murmured, her tone softer now, almost wistful. the vulnerability there was fleeting, tucked away beneath her steady gaze as she drew him closer, unwilling to let the moment slip away too quickly.

the starflower leaned into him, her heartbeat strong beneath the press of his crown, her body a willing answer to his renewed want. over her heart he would be splayed, and there he would stay. so long as her own essence carved into the cavity of his chest all the same.