[MaMa] Center of the Storm
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She knew that he shared her dreams. That was part of why they were together. Languidly she traced a claw over his arm, just ever so slightly pricking at the flesh there without hurting him. She would make sure to never do that. Yes, they both fought, sometimes in play and sometimes when one went too far and lost control of their inner demon. In moments like this though, he had nothing to fear from her, just her smooth delight at being able to trace over his frame and feel the strength that was underneath.

His deep growl pleased her, every bit as possessive over her as she was of him. If he cheated, there would be no forgiveness. Amy didn't expect any forgiveness if she ever turned from him either. Not that she had any desire to. Of course. Her own growl was throaty, turning to kiss at his body. The feel of him nuzzling against her just encouraged her to move further. Asked what the pups were up to Amy paused. They found someone new to toy with. I believe they're breaking her in out past the woods. It wasn't much of a woods really, as charred as it was. She still called it that.


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