[m] The Weight of Living

They ended in a shuttering heap, their sounds of satisfaction and pleasure mingling in the air as they collapsed. After a few moments Crescendo got up and stood over her, his voice husky and low as he asked her if she had liked it. Well hell. How could she not? Not only was he not bad, but he was good. Really good.

She gazed at him, her yellow eyes darkened with lust. Her body was on fire and she didn't want it to stop. "Yeah, I liked it. Did you?" she asked distractedly as she put her paws on his wide shoulders and tried to move him so that he was hovering over her once again.