Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

Her heart leaped when Kindle readily agreed. It was gratifying, checking off compatibilities one by one. It was early days, yet it set a promising tone to this relationship. She grinned a little as that word drifted through her head. I’m in a relationship! She was glad that Mev remained silent for the time-being.

Coaxing Kindle to follow suit by way of a nuzzle, Treepie slid forward into a sphinx pose and rolled her weight to her opposite elbow as she waited for him to settle back beside her. When her legs fell into a position that naturally betrayed the duality of her nethers, she overruled the impulse to shift her leg and conceal it.

You really don’t mind? she kind of wanted to ask, yet she couldn’t quite bring herself to voice it. Tiuttuk didn’t want to tempt fate or, gods forbid, make things awkward. It was hard enough passively revealing herself. She felt that same feeling as before: a little excited but also deeply vulnerable.

To take her mind off it, Pie blurted, We should probably try to get some sleep. I’m not going to lie, though: I don’t think I’m going to be able to anytime soon. She huffed a breathy laugh. I’m not opposed to trying… in the form of closing our eyes while we cuddle. She paused, delicately sliding a foreleg over his as if to lock him in place. Supposing, of course, you don’t mind being held captive here with me the rest of the night.