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The gentle warmth of companionship in her touch quickly intensifies under the man's heated attentions, bursting into a flame of desire mirroring what she receives. His tongue stings against her cheek, reminding her of the wound she'd forgotten and sending a thrill through her like electricity arcing across the sharp and twisted wires at the core of her. She responds with her own intensity, moving away from his wounds to preen up the side of his neck and into his scruff, teeth and tongue against skin, breath warming pale fur. A flare of affection not at all submissive, not yielding but bending and softening in the slightest of ways, that they might fit together more harmoniously. It is the meeting of two storms, the melding of inexorable forces in which neither can change their own nature; yet in their similarities, it only takes a shift of the winds, a few small steps changed in their chaotic dance — and it all melts together, a single storm raging fierce between them. Her affections trail lower again, glowing white-hot now, another shift bringing her closer; an invitation, flames dancing into the next step of their heated routine.