Her attempts to simmer his agitation work a little and his head slumps down a little. He takes a deep breath, as if just now relaxing for the first time in a long time. The breezes encumber them and the gentle lapping of waves against rocks. If only he knew the worry that was spinning in her mind he would help ease her worry – or at least tell her she's as favored as any other, even if it weren't 100% true. Her reluctance confuses him, but it also makes her unique, perhaps even straight up desirable.
Her flinch doesn't deter him any. He tells himself that it's the pain that made her shy from his touch and moves on immediately. Chem's bigger body settles to stand slightly behind her so he may let his head rest affectionately across her bum. His head sinks slowly to rest the bottoms of his cheekbones across the small swell of her rump. His ears tipping forward and his eyes watching her reaction carefully, ready to react if she doesn't approve of his advances. “Why would you follow a predator, Sreva? Do you want to be eaten?” He teases her light-heartedly, laughing at his somewhat rhetorical question. “I like you, moon child, don't go baiting cats with your sexy ass, they'll eat you on the spot, lass.” He chuckles at himself once again and casually begins to groom her withers if she allows him.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Sreva]
