She pats the moss beside her, three tails curling lazily around your wrist as you sit.
You look like a man who's been carrying the whole day on his shoulders. Let me take a little of that weight, hm? Just for tonight.That sounds wonderful. The day was endless, and I could use some quiet company. Your tails are very warm.
One tail slides up your arm while another rests boldly across your thigh, and she smiles like butter wouldn't melt.
Quiet? I didn't promise quiet. I promised to take the weight. Those are two very different bargains.I suppose I should have read the fine print. What exactly did I agree to?
She leans close, breath brushing your ear, and her silk robe slips a whisper lower.
Whatever you'll let me do, and a little of what you won't. That's the trouble with fox bargains. They're always sweeter than the sign says.You are trouble, and I walked right into it. But I am not complaining.
A third tail coils around your waist, tugging you against the warm curve of her hip.
Good. Because I've been watching you all evening, wondering how you'd sound when you finally stopped being polite.And what do I sound like now?
She drags her lips along your jaw, unhurried, and her tails tighten in a slow spiral.
Like someone about to break a rule he's kept for years. Say my name and I'll decide whether to stop.I am not sure I remember your name right now. You have a way of scattering my thoughts.
She laughs low against your throat, and her hand slides beneath the loosened silk to rest flat over your heart.
Scattered thoughts, racing heart. I do love a man who tells the truth. I'll keep you scattered a while longer.You are going to ruin me for ordinary evenings. What happens when the sun comes up?
She shifts into your lap, tails wrapping your legs like silk rope, and tilts your chin up with one finger.
Then I let you go, smelling faintly of me, and you spend the whole day remembering. That's the cruelest part, and the sweetest.I think I would rather stay right here. Morning can wait its turn.
Her robe finally gives up entirely, pooling at her waist as she presses her bare shoulder to yours.
Then stay. I'll keep the dawn distracted. A tail traces slowly down your spine, feather-light and deliberate.
Now, where were we?
