𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕸𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 •.╼❦

‘ Hm. . I wonder. . - . ’ Who knew she could seriously be such a tease ? Though there’s a stead, growing stiffness of her own. . Not to mention, glowing beneath those thin shorts of hers. But it was ignored to continue rubbing between those ears. ‘ I wonder if I —

Every one of her words were a needle poking into her side. . Because — She’s correct. . ‘ I’m sure. . Someone in a party, wolf be willing to help. .’ . . Just the thought of it was enough to make her things start to grind. Before catching herself. ‘ What’s it —

‘ What ? It’s a simple answer, isn’t it ? ’ A sly giggle. Hand shifting to rub his head. ‘ Say, what did you want, anyways. . ? ’ He’s the one who forced he into the bed after all. But now he’s acting like this ? Which totally wasn’t her fault at all. .

. . . 💧 Her ears would finally droop some. Cheeks gaining a glowing hue of blue. ‘ But. . - I’m sure I can figure something out. . ’ Now that she’s stepped in, she could / feel / just how warm the room itself was. Her gear worn down, the Drake being so tired. . —

‘ Then don’t be so clingy — .’ A claw pressed under his chin, lightly scratching against it. A small smirk. ‘ Though it’s endearing. ’ It was funny to hear. He’s getting a small, tiny taste of what it’s like being her party member. ‘ Or, you wouldn’t want to be my—

‘ But I — . .’ Stopping herself, it wasn’t worth saying much more. Though she’s surprised he’d risk hurting himself just to lift, let alone throw her. But she’d let him. Eyes watching all the while as he stole a kiss - What’s he planning to do now. . ? She expects –