Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

Fennec only half registered Bronco leaning back against her as he spoke. She was more interested in what he was saying, because banter like this was her bread and butter.  True, Bronco was a little... smoother? Than she normally went with it.  She preferred to rile and counter.  But she'd be lying if she said the validation wasn't nice, and she reveled in it for a second.

When he nipped at her cheek, though, there was something about the gesture that felt different.  She felt a little flutter in her stomach, and immediately, her mind blanked.  The sensation wasn't unfamiliar, but the memories it brought were definitely unwelcome and more than a little conflicted.  Luckily, Bronco pulled away before she could, because she wasn't sure if she could have hidden the reaction otherwise.

Well, I guess you'll just have to prove it then.  She replied, standing and stretching her forelegs out to give her back a good stretch as well.  The casual motion would hopefully help to clear up the awkwardness of a minute ago.  I do like a title.  Foundation Witch, huh?  She acted as if she was mulling it over.  Throw in a few more honors and you have yourself a deal.