Lion Head Mesa I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving; I'm your little scarlet, starlet

"Okay." Laughter. She bent her head down, laughing to his words and sprawling her front legs out. Her chest rose and fell with giggles, her mouth open and teeth bouncing with her jaw. Then, it lifted to lazily look towards him, her mouth knocking into his muzzle.

"You going to bite me, Seth?" A taunt, as her neck flaunts to his mouth, a smile etched in stone on her maw with dainty, half-shut eyes.

"I want you to," She told him, diving her muzzle low and staring deep into his hues of gold, holding a craving, messy giggle.

Bite me. Bite me. Bite me!