Rolling in the Sand (desianey)

He buried his head in her neck and shoulder, breathing in her scent. His body shuddered.

Talon rumbled deep in his throat, like a purr of contentment. His body continued to tremble as she rubbed her face against his head.

Talon swore his legs were going to give out when she licked his neck and snuggled her face into where she licked. But he forced his legs to hold him up so he wouldn't crush the beauty beneath him. He couldn't fall.

But he was already falling hard... for her.

Talon groaned, leaning his head back against the ground. The girl above him, the one he was falling for, was so unpredictable and he found it so incredible.

Talon shuddered, his breathing ragged. "I love you too Fire," he whispered huskily.

Talon reached up to lick the bottom of her jaw and nip at her neck.

Talon took one of her ears between his teeth, lightly pulling it and tasting the heat it carried. "Be mine," he whispered to her.

"Good," he gently growled out the word to exaggerate the ownership of his statement.

Talon sighed as well when her stomach growled. Heated moment equals... over. He climbed out from under her. "We should get back to the den for food," he mumbled.

Talon relished in her closeness, and then they reached the den. He flicked his muzzle to signal for her to go in first.

Talon chuckled before trotting into the den and plopping down beside Fire. He dug into his rabbit, leaning against her as he ate.

Talon slowly finished his before resting his head on top of Fire's and laying on his side so she was cuddled into him.