Redhawk Caldera You were lookin' at me [M]

Don't wanna get in troubles! :P

Finley's gentle ministrations continued for a time, and when she withdrew he looked down at her, concerned that she was finished with their little game. She didn't leave him hanging for long, though; her next move was to press her slender body against his, creating friction from his withers to his hindquarters as she traced down his length. It was a simple and relatively innocent act, but it caused Elwood to draw his breath in sharply as he curved his neck to watch her.

When she stopped, they were standing shoulder to hip. The Beta male was veritably thrumming with anticipation, and when she tickled him gently with her tail, his mind all but went blank. Without hesitation, he pivoted, turning in a smooth circle until he stood behind her. This experience was so much different than the one with Grimm -- not only was his body reacting instinctively to Finley, but his heart, too, was fully invested.

With a rumble, he pressed his chest against her haunches, snapping softly at the fine silver hair on the small of her back. Slowly, and while carefully trying to make sure he was reading her signals correctly, he wrapped his forelegs around her waist; he was certain that she could feel the hammering of his heart against his ribcage.