Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

why could he not be spontaneous, candid, reckless? selfish, even — nyx offered the very thrumming fibres of her lithe frame, and he answered her with the masculinity of his own. mind ever plagued by 'what if,' by the aftermath of such an action, of what the she-wolf truly wanted. 
ach.
mahler shoved everything aside in a frustrated waterfall of collapsing mental tomes; he swept her closer, a growl guttering into his broad scarred chest before he rose and chivvied her into the sidelong brush, pressing his muzzle into the plush of her shoulderblades as they sequestered themselves from diasporan eyes.