Stone Circle Why should I worry?

A burst of laughter escaped the male as Steph's fighing moves fell a little flat, and she fell right onto his face. His nose was right against her little tummy - a circumstance he quickly attemptied to captialize on by huffing a tickling breath through his nostrils.

"You're supposed to make me fall down, Stephie," he teased, lifting his head and pawing at his face to get rid of the dust she'd left behind. "C'mon - give us a good bite, yeah?"

He lowered his head, ears pressed forward in interested. He wondered if she would really bite him, or if she would be too sweet to carry it out. Mostly, he'd said it to make her laugh, but since he had asked, he wouldn't resent her if she decided to take the invitation at face value.