Redhawk Caldera shakin' that thang like who's da ish.

For the most part, Elwood thought that he had Finley Blackthorn all figured out. Obviously, there were things that he didn't know about her -- but he believed that they were small details that he would learn over time. Just like he would fill her in about bits and pieces of his history and his family; items that were insignificant, but important for a lover to know. If he knew the extent of what he didn't know about Finley, he would be surprised; but, since she held her tongue at that moment, he remained blissfully unaware for the time being.

Instead, his mind was completely focused on the present -- on her body close to his, the feel of her fur brushing against his stomach, the warmth in her eyes as she gazed at him. After only a brief pause, she returned his sentiment, causing his tail to stir. They could be sickeningly sweet at times, but he loved it; he enjoyed getting to know Finley's tender side.

He closed his eyes as she started to return the ministrations, her teeth and lips trailing along his jawline and down his throat in the most tantalizing way. A growl rumbled in his throat; he was at her mercy now.