Sunspire Mountains all the butterflies have turned to vultures in my stomach

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she could sense the static cling between them and she sidled closer, stirring the tip of her tail in sinuous motions against his hip. she made a thoughtful noise in her throat with a sighing breath. "i would go now, if it were me. later i may lose interest." she demurely peeled herself away, listing towards the grotto ...

"but oh, that's just me. you probably wouldn't, not after your trauma ..." she raised her sheep eyes to meet his gaze as her tail furled back to her hock; a cookie snatched from his lips, her fingers fidgeting indecisively with the lid to the jar.