Herbalists' Cache but my aching soul

gjalla knew blackfell well enough to sense his approach, silent as it was. she felt him in the way the air shifted, the slow burn of his warmth against her side. his heat licked at her skin before his teeth did, sinking into the thick fur of her neck with just enough force to coax a reaction from her.

she jerked, though not out of surprise. she snaps her teeth, glares at him with a mix of irritation and amusement as he staggered back in anticipation of her retaliation. bastard knew better, lucky him. 

"mmh, tempting," she muttered, though her tone suggested otherwise. dry as sand.

still, she let him crowd her, felt the heat of his chest press into her back and resisted—barely—the impulse to immediately push back. she wanted to dismiss him outright, but he knew her too well. knew that she knew she needed an outlet, that the tension beneath her skin wouldn't disappear on its own. he was giving her one, the bastard.

her ear flicked at the way he trailed off. gjalla exhaled sharply through her nose, already irritated with herself for indulging, but still… fighting was fun. and the promise of afterward? well, how could she refuse?

she turned her head just enough to meet his gaze, sharp teeth flashing in something that was almost a grin. "fine, you've convinced me."