That change in him caused a warm twist in her belly, squirming further with the tightening grip upon her waist. Her experiences in the last world she'd lived offered some lovely potentials in her mind, from his rough hands brushing over her stomach or her thighs to- dare she dream?- grabbing her tail and keeping her still.

But as it were, his tightening grip was a promise, a tantalizing little bite she wanted to explore further. She eased closer until their bodies touched, her fingers slow in tracing the shell of one his ears, running through his hair.

He'd talked about how people thought he was wrong, and wrong about his world. But to be urged on what he'd done right... ahhh. She understood him a little now.

"I really like the way your hands feel on me," she purred, her lips making soft touches along his jawline.