[ Instinct says to rut, mate, breed. It says to rip away everything in between the two of them. Lex can listen to that, follow that. Instinct, though, says absolutely nothing about riding him - and it's a very human moment when Lex falters, something uncertain creeping in. ]
I'll try, [ she murmurs, shivering as he traces over her scars, as she in turn traces over his scales (fire red, fox red). ] I, uh, [ (way to ruin the moment, Lex, she thinks, even as she lets herself grind against him, as she sucks at his lower lip briefly before sitting up to (distance yourself, no one wants you, could want you) argue her boots off, ] I haven't done this before.
[ But she still wants to. God, she still wants to, and even with the flush of embarrassment creeping over her cheeks, she focuses on getting her boots off and starting on her pants. They may be in the middle of the forest, but instinct, at least, is very firm in that she doesn't need to be wearing a damn thing right now - and instinct is far, far better at this than she is. ]
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I'll try, [ she murmurs, shivering as he traces over her scars, as she in turn traces over his scales (fire red, fox red). ] I, uh, [ (way to ruin the moment, Lex, she thinks, even as she lets herself grind against him, as she sucks at his lower lip briefly before sitting up to (distance yourself, no one wants you, could want you) argue her boots off, ] I haven't done this before.
[ But she still wants to. God, she still wants to, and even with the flush of embarrassment creeping over her cheeks, she focuses on getting her boots off and starting on her pants. They may be in the middle of the forest, but instinct, at least, is very firm in that she doesn't need to be wearing a damn thing right now - and instinct is far, far better at this than she is. ]