What came over her was the volition of something far more understanding than she. This dance of her was unpracticed, too new, but all the more exciting. How it quickened her heart and filled her with pleasure could only compare to her fulfillment in a good fight. She found herself smiling more, more willing to fall at ease as she was adorned with the grey's attention.
She enjoyed his touch, each stroke upon her face, each breath that teased her to sinfully she could do nothing more than fall prey to him, all the while growling softly. She felt the bite to her neck and immediately fell limp to her side. Her tail patted the ground in slowly, playing the rhythmic to their dance. She left her neck outstretched feeling his heated breath upon it. His body kept her from rolling over, yet her front was free enough to tip over slightly. A paw delicately curled to her chest, she used the other as a lure gently pawing at the broad form of her companion.