Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

the mountaineer's tactic to unbalance wraen backfired. in a matter of seconds she was neatly atop him! arcturus shifted under her weight, feeling a light pop of his shoulders as he turned around (or tried to) to at least look upon the woman that had toppled him. he felt something radiant tingle out from him; like sunshine, except crawling under his skin -- and it was a good thing he was wreathed in dark fur, for a deep crimson had risen to his cheeks.

"i could think of better uses than pillow," the beta quipped, squirming just so -- his paw brushed across her thin forearms, and he felt again that riveting sensation shiver down up and down his spine. the feeling was enough that a soft gasp left him, concealed quickly by a rushed riposte. "no fair. rematch." his gaze sparkled -- for the briefest moment, he wanted (but refrained, out of fear, insecurity, lack of confidence -- who knows!) deeply to answer her nuzzle with a kiss of his own; yet the moment passed, and arcturus was left fumbling the metaphorical ball as he felt another, different sensation (that would be quite awkward to explain, if wraen happened to look in the right spot) poke along his belly.

he shifted abruptly, so his stomach was grazing the dirt and that strangeness beneath him hidden. "but maybe next time."