Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

His sigh, hot at the back of her neck, sent a shiver coursing the length of her dorsal and set her skin aflame. Nyx shuddered beneath his weight, soft breaths huffed through gritted fangs with each stroke, as focus on her grim past finally began to lose its grasp.

Here. Now. That was where her attention shifted. Right where she needed to be.

Cat-like, the tawny Ostrega arched her spine to settle firmly in place against the General's undersides - an eagerness to fit herself as close to him as their embrace would allow in the search for a familiar relief she so longed to find.