Overture Downs Set the Sails

If he had any of his wits about him, Thade might have noticed that she wanted to laugh at him. It probably wouldn't have changed his mind, but it would at least have been something to recall later, after the heat of the moment passed. As things were, he felt both distractedly unaware and intensely focused at the same time; seeing her, but not really seeing. It all felt like he was in a dreamlike daze, where every red flag looked like candy and every alarm bell sounded like sweet music.

Her voice, her accent, reached down deep inside him, tugging at his very core. He wanted her badly, and he didn't know why or in what way, but nothing seemed capable of drawing his evergreen eyes from her derriere. She slipped beneath his arm, and after much awkward fumbling --

(You know the rest.)

Once all was said and done, he turned to her in awe, he himself bathed in a dizzy afterglow. In his foggy mind, she was just as enthralled. Thade's tail wagged, and he ducked his head in sheepish reverence. That, that was... He searched for the word on his tongue. Amazing? No. Incredible? That was incredible.

He tried to meet her eye, and his ears pressed forward anxiously, eager to know something. Does that make us - I mean, are we... mates, now?