There were probably a million and one things she wanted to do in that moment. Her heart was racing, even after his response came flying off his tongue with what seemed to be without a second thought. She wasn’t soft, or weak… not to anyone else. No one else could do this to her and she didn’t know how to explain why he could do this to her. His nose brushed against her ear and into her scruff, her tongue gently running across his cheek near his neck before she was seeking to do the same with her own maw and his scruff. The more time that passed since she’d said those words, the more relaxed she felt, like a load of bricks had been lifted off of her chest.
How long had she been holding that pent up? She wasn’t entirely sure… part of her worried that things were moving too fast, that this was just some kind of contact buzz and she was drunk on him. For now, she forced herself to let those emotions go, and focus on the moment. “I just… I’m not good with emotions… I never know how to express them and they eat away at me on the inside.” More things got to her than she let on, but then again she had two years of practice.
“I don’t even know how long I’ve been holding onto that.” At least a week, possibly two… probably since their adventure at the Wash they discovered… a long time to her. This was dangerous. They were lone wolves… and this was dangerous, but honestly? She didn’t care… and even if she did, there was no way she could take back a feeling. “You can’t mess anything up, Kerb.” She promised softly… she had faith in him, even if he himself did not.