Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

They both maneuvered and shifted a little to get more comfortable, Treepie insistently keeping her cheek pressed to his fluttering hearbeat throughout. She felt a little tingle when Kindle readily agreed with her whispered assessment, then declared this snuggle session not lame. She pressed a grin into the muscles of his chest, then decided to press a little kiss over his heart, because why not?

Your heart’s beating so fast, she observed in a lightly teasing tone. Don’t worry, I’m sure mine is too. Pie paused, then added, Not only is cuddling not lame, it’s apparently quite titillating.

She muffled a laugh in the soft fur over his breastbone, then let her voice trail off into a happy hum. Treepie decided she would linger there until his heartbeat—and her own—steadied somewhat.