Humming against her lips, Fox can't remember the last time he's been held in this way, let alone lavished with such attention. Fumbling behind Kiada to turn off the water, he's left groping for the warm towel he'd hung up for them while trying not to leave her lips for even a moment. Eventually he's forced to come up for air, his tail curling at the sudden cold, but he busies himself wrapping Kia up in the towel. Fox can deal with a bit of chill if it keeps her warm.
"Come on," he invites, his voice a soft rumble that echoes in the space. "We deserve a new, hot cup of coffee I think." And maybe they can drink it in bed, from under a lot of warm and heavy covers. That would suit the hunter just fine, thank you.
"Come on," he invites, his voice a soft rumble that echoes in the space. "We deserve a new, hot cup of coffee I think." And maybe they can drink it in bed, from under a lot of warm and heavy covers. That would suit the hunter just fine, thank you.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
