Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

Of course he let her. Thrust upon his cavity where his heart lay, she buried herself against him. As close as she could, she burrowed. Like a vole. Could she feel his beating heart, calmed and strengthened by her hold? He could feel hers, wrapped against him like this.
She stuttered with her choice of words. Sputtering like a child, misstep one after the other. But he was patient. A patience reserved for her. To wield and mend, he brought his head lower.
Alrigh’, baby, we can do that. He spoke softly, words trepid and barely audible over his ruffian of a tongue. Where d’ya want me to take ‘ya?
A paw drew soft circles over her lower back, her spine. She wondered how her husband, ex, treated her in moments like these. Was he callous? Was he gentle? How could Cole compare? But the thoughts dwindled as he remembered she carried no love for him.
Anywhere. He cooed. She had been rigid, tapered with maturity since she came here. She had to be for her girls. But with him— there was no need. He’d coax the girl out, the real Nephele if it was the last thing he’d do.