A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA we are all just fighting to survive a world, where 'i miss you' doesn't mean I'm coming back. His attention on her is enough to keep her focus on him and zero in on his movements. She doesn’t complain, not in the slightest. Perhaps she even leans into it a bit more, like a cat slightly arching beneath the touch that trails up along her to the small of her back, as his head nears hers and his voice whispers, sparking a bit of a shiver to run down her spine with goosebumps rising in their wake. She tilts her head into the kiss a small amount, some kind of rogue amusement slipping from her with it and the prospect, before they’re moving again and she abandons her plate and her seat, finishing the water as well – letting I wash down the warmth she feels spiraling in her gut and her chest. Her furs are easily slipped on, and she helps to stack the plates for Chuy to bring back to the kitchen. And before long, he’s there beside her once more, a smirk crossing his face as he pauses at the doorframe. And a challenge is issued. A brighter smirk crosses her own face with it, a gleam of it in her gaze as she steps up beside him and aims to bump her hip into his quite on purpose. “You’re on.” She chimes to him, flashing him a wink and a wide grin, before she’s shifting into her caracal form and slipping from the door – darting toward where she already knows the lodge in which he stays. She pushes herself, limbs straining with the attempt to win this challenge, if only to have something else to pride over him out of her own playful amusement. and 'I love you' doesn't mean I'll stay...