[ Comfortable, safe, wrapped in the protective barrier of Alia's arms, Lauralae sinks into her. She refuses to permit herself the true sanctuary of utter trust and affection, but some of her discomfort has faded, and she allows herself to enjoy the warmth, the tenderness, the bliss of companionship. Alia understands her, and her body is so, so sweet. ]
I would be glad to do it. So glad.
[ Leaning in, she twists her body, curling herself into Alia, pressing her face into her neck, more catlike than wolfish. ]
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I would be glad to do it. So glad.
[ Leaning in, she twists her body, curling herself into Alia, pressing her face into her neck, more catlike than wolfish. ]