Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

Mallaidh needs little persuasion as he guides them, trailing further down her back when the invitation is given. For a while, she can forget about everything going on. She can forget about Blixen and Heda and Drageda and all the lingering worry she might not have a place in the world anymore. The gentle touch continues on, each caress well placed. It isn’t awkward and foreign, as it had been last time and eventually she forgets about last time entirely, finding peace in thinking about nothing else than her own physical need as it takes up all the empty, hurting space left vacant.

He is quick, when they are no longer together, and moves next to her and caresses the underside of her muzzle. She leans into him, finding her own legs weak and following the silent instruction to lie down and leaning into him as he curls around her. If she stays close, they can keep away all their problems. They don’t have absent mothers or other lovers or something ugly inside them they’re forced to battle on a daily basis. No, for a while, they can be the core of themselves, asking and receiving the same thing from one another.