Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

The moment didn't last. Treepie made a move he was sure would turn into a bite to his face — he'd seen enough of that happening to his cousins — but he wasn't fast enough to move out of the way. Thankfully(?) it was just her blunt but still hard muzzle knocking against his own.

Kindle reeled back with a hissed, "Watch it!" that spoke more of his surprise than his reproach.

He settled down, casting her a suspicious look that melted away as her paw touched his face. She laid a sweet kiss against the growing bruise that hurt more than it soothed — but he suppressed the flinch that the pressure tried to evoke and smiled instead. A little thinly, but he did appreciate the gesture.

"I'm gonna have to knock points off for that," he informed her, his mind whirring in the wake of his first kiss. The knock to the head had cooled some of his ardor. There was enough space in his mind now to wonder how it'd been for her.