From ashkost: ..KUALIAN- no its gakk. hell, tori if ur up for even more awkward.
Jilatal curls up beneath a blanketing of fur pelts. A pair of arms circles around her middle and pulls her backward, until a chin nuzzles Jilatal’s shoulder. A pair of thighs curls behind hers. Jilatal purrs softly as the warm body spoons hers. Behind her, a nose bumps into her neck as her purring is answered with a high-pitched rumble. Jilatal smiles in a state of half-sleep.
The pelts in front of Jilatal shift; a body slides beneath them, and a second pair of legs tangles over Jilatal’s, and a broad hand grasps Jilatal’s forearm to wind it around a wide-set shoulder. Jilatal startles out of drowsiness and squints in the dark. “Wot de—”
‡ for sexy fun times or just random lawls
And this took on a life of its own and became a short story, so y’all get a read more.
Jilatal rolls over as she sleeps in her spacious hut, lying atop the cushionings of numerous pelts hunted by herself and Zalakar. Though she’s awake, albeit groggy, she does not open her eyes. Her hand brushes against sinewy muscle, warm and firm. “Mm.” Jilatal smiles to herself and slides her palm back and forth along the forearm next to her. A purr rumbles in answer in the dark, and the arm moves to drape over Jilatal’s waist. Jilatal reciprocates the purr and scoots closer to the source of the body heat, until her kneecaps bump against his thighs. The arm around her waist curls to tighten his grip and hold her closer. Jilatal’s forehead presses against his chest, and she bites back a smirk. Then she flicks her tongue against his warm skin.
His purring hitches with an airy chuckle. Short fingernails dig into her back, raising goosebumps on Jilatal’s skin. She touches her teeth to his collarbone. She hears a low sigh, and smells wine spicing his breath.
His hips twist to roll Jilatal onto her back, and his legs squeeze around her waist. Jilatal giggles as she slides her hands atop his shoulders—thinner than she’d remembered?—and senses heat hovering close above her, feels his breath ghost upon her lips…
Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.