Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

there is the softest of gasps of surprise as she is nudged over, her mind faltering as the pragmatic side of her brain screams that she is exposed: belly, throat ... all the places for the easiest kill but tvar is lumbering over her and pressing his nose to her chest. towhee's mind quiets with the hammering of her heart and the irrefutable fact that she finds it — him, lumbering over her, his breath warm, his presence igniting those quieted embers to a demanding fire once more — mind-numbingly attractive.

she would surely be reflecting upon that, too, later when her mind wasn't so consumed by him.

again.

the graze of his tongue against her neck draws a small wanton mewl from her; felt however briefly the noise had stolen the air from her lungs.

-again.- she makes the gesture of the word upon his chest in ptero with her paw, unsure — and frankly not much caring at the moment — if it stuck with him before she wiggles her way to her belly and then to her paws.