When the sun goes down on me [m]

Flash's peck on the muzzle left Osprey with a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Over the years she had received numerous gestures of affection, yet this little, seemingly unremarkable thing felt very different. There was desire, the sense of being wanted. For a brief moment she realized that all of this was her imagination's doing, that she probably was seeing things that she wanted to see, that it was instinct and the season that made her mind foggy. That she should draw away and run for the hills before it was too late. But then she remembered, how it had felt to be rejected at the plateau, how there - for no apparent reason - she had not been wanted - not like this anyway, how there were so many rules to follow, how restricted she was for most part of her lif. It was this that finally brought peace between the rational reasoning and the instinct. This fling was not meant to last, but she would get to enjoy it at least.

Therefore she lifted her head a little and caressed the underside of his jaw and neck, putting all of the love and care she had in those touches. She didn't resist the spell anymore, she let it take over her completely.

ooc: would you mind, if I made this thread private?