Silverlight Terrace She wanted me to let down my guard

With her on top of him, her scruff was easy to reach.  Had she not been so hungover she likely would have had a rebuttal for him, but instead she just murmured something indeciperhable and was subdued by his grip on her neck.  Slowly, her head came to rest on the thinner fur that lined his chest and her eyes fluttered between the blinding light and this weird, playfully intimate thing they were doing.