Redhawk Caldera Year in review [m]

Tempest shot away across the snow and Peregrine chuckled, the sound deepening when Fox scolded him. He knew she wasn't really mad at him about it. This week, mating took precedence over anyone and anything else. It was enjoyable for its own sake, yet there was so much more at stake here.

Her question threw him for a moment, if only because he briefly misunderstood her. Didn't she know those were the same thing? Then comprehension dawned. He blinked, then tried to think back. He knew there had come a point where it had been obvious he felt something for her, yet it hadn't begun there. If he dug deep, he knew he could go back in time and pinpoint the moment he'd started falling for Fox.

"You came to warn me about a band of coyotes that had raided the creek. We talked about Bones a little bit, because she helped, and I explained that she was my brother's love child. Then we started talking about pups. Mine were a few weeks old. You asked about them. Then I asked if the creek had any. You told me you were too young but that you'd have your pick of the pack when the time came. I told you you'd look adorable pregnant..."

He paused, licking his dry lips, and smiled fondly at her. "I felt the spark that day, I think. I didn't show it—hell, it would be a while before I admitted it to myself—but I was jealous and angsty about the idea of you getting knocked up by some other guy. I maintain that you will be very adorable when you're all 'bloated and gross,' as you put it," he finished with a nuzzle, "and I'm glad that it worked out this way, Lil' Weenie... that out of all the dudes you could've picked to put babies in you, you picked me."

Peregrine rubbed the crown of his head against her fine cheekbone for a moment, then whispered in a suddenly gravelly voice, "Now tell me exactly what you want me to do to you and that foxy little firecrotch of yours."