Firefly Glen a cathedral

elowen freezes at his words, her breath catching as his tongue brushes her forehead, warm and deliberate. her ears press flat against her head, her cheeks burning beneath her fur.

"no," she says too quickly, the denial tumbling out before she can think better of it. liar. her paws fidget before she rolls onto her back, exposing her belly, tail curled slightly against the earth. a deflection, a distraction.

her gaze flicks upward as she leans closer, her nose brushing his jaw before she plants a soft, fleeting kiss there. it’s a nervous act, one that carries more vulnerability than she wants to admit. "should i be?"