Bearclaw Valley you need cooling

his rebuttal was met with gentle laughter, a crinkle of eyes in amusement, before the sound was muffled. muffled by her burying further into his fur. closer, closer. as if she couldn't get close enough. inhaling his scent—it wraps around her mind, her senses. enthralling. 

"you would not fight me," she stated with a playful smile, hidden by the copper of his pelt. this they knew. "i have a feeling you'd enjoy it more than i." a soft tease. a scoot closer. needy.

with a sigh, her mind is not quiet. filled with thoughts and ideas of keeping him homebound, of keeping him near. smothering him with the affection that oozes in her veins, desperate to be unleashed. perhaps she was smothering him—but in this moment, she couldn't find it within herself to care. 

"you belong here, with me." her admission was less gentle, and slightly more demanding. heavy. oh, if only he could feel how much she needs him. wants him to stay.