Serpent Lake (M) Two straws, one check, girl, I got you.

he recognizes the figure as she lopes towards him, face and markings distinctive. the scent trailing her like a headwind struck him broadside across the face.

for several blissful seconds he forgets his duties; the tender green of his homestead evaporating to nothingness as towhee's scent cradles his instincts. and now, he understands much more english than their last liaison -- his expression sharpening to bemused hunger as he understands the urgency which flames her senses.

more than anything he wants to give into it; the resolve surrounding his celibacy ebbs as she presses herself to him and he feels the warmth of her body, one he'd enjoyed exploring once before.

but should he? fiamma's face burns in his mind as he reaches for towhee with a growl, feeling a powerful surge of lust take control.