Lost Creek Hollow She's just a girl and she's on fire

His warmth was nice and she pushed further into the fur at his chest, burying her entire body into it. Squeaking in pleasure. A soft purr and churr. 

She batted half heartedly at his forearms and paws, and finally being so small. Exhaustion wormed into her body and she curled up into his chest, with her tiny head against his elbow and little snores took up the air.