Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

She didn’t have time to register the nip before she found herself tucked up against him, though the sensation of his teeth combing through her fur sparked that inner fire again. Treepie was standing up now, meaning there was way to hide her desire without compromising her position with Kindle. She refused to pull away from him again, so instead she pressed her hot face into the crook of his neck and hoped he would (not?) notice.

His heartbeat steadied her and her own fervor shrunk back to more of a cozy flame. Pie remained pressed up against him, her face hidden, for a little while. When she eventually peeked out and made a movement, it was only to sidestep and sink down onto her haunches beside him. She pressed her flank to his, let her cheek settle against his deliciously masculine shoulder.

I want to try that, she murmured toward his ear, with you. And I know… you know… about my anatomical situation. She blushed, drawing in a breath. I don’t know how well it’ll work, she reluctantly admitted, and… I’m a little scared it won’t. I know saying ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ is so lame… but… well… She shrugged a little helplessly. Her breath shook a little as she eked out, I needed you to know that.