Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

Caedwyn chose not to answer her question as she posed it to him, well, he hadn't answer her verbally anyways. His actions said more than enough as he moved a front paw to straddle her body then proceeded to lower his chest to lay atop of hers. An embrace, one far more intement than any two friends would share with one another. It was very much against her personal list of rules. Those she embraced were either strangers to her, faces she'd likely never cross paths with again, or someone she was interested in continuing a relationship with. The later was the problem. She wasn't ready for another relationship yet. And yet, here she was, with handsome, muscular Caedwyn laying across her, both their hearts thumping, both their breaths quickening. He reached to nuzzle her cheek and she leaned into the action, her eyes still closed. 'Don't do this.' she told herself. 'Don't let this happen.' Her leg came up to wrap around him, to pull him down closer to her. Her body was directly disobeying what her mind was telling her. Every action he made to nuzzle her, to cuddle her, her body soaked up every single ounce of it while her mind screamed 'No!' Her breath grew yet quicker, heavier, the anxiety and uncertainty of the situation causing a panic to swell within her. Why now? Why now? she wanted to ask him. Was it because she was the only familiar face around? Was it because he wanted to torment her? Why not so long ago, when she had been innocent to the world of romance? When she'd been a horrible flirt, and was hardly educated in the department of romance? Why now? He had her here, alone, for all intensive purposes pinned beneath him. If she denied his actions, denied his touch (as much as her body didn't want it to end!) would he grow angry with her? Had she let this go to far? She should have stopped it earlier, when they had laid side by side. She should have left him in the game of chase, disappearing into the woods for him to trail after her. She should have kept it professional. She should have done so many things differently that had lead up to this very moment. She should have enforced the idea that she wasn't ready for this right now. She should have made clear that their friendship was to remain just that: a friendship. It was her fault that she'd put Caedwyn into this position. She'd let him catch her. She had let him embrace her. If she said no now... Would he back off? Would she be forced to wear a third paw around her neck? "If my Queen wants it... make me yours and you shall have it." he muttered to her, reaching from her cheek to nibble on her ear, sending another shiver down her spine as she leaned into the touch. My Queen he had said. My Queen she heard echoed by all of the other hearts that she'd broken in her past. But... Those were the past. This was a new world. A new life. A new home and a new chance. A new chance for her and a new chance for him. She reached her other leg up to wrap it around Caedwyn's other side, snugging him down against her chest. Despite the sane parts of her brain screaming at her 'No! No no no! Don't do this to him! Don't treat him this way!' she reached her muzzle up to his ear and whispered, "Make me your Queen then." before returning the favor of nibbling on his ear, then trailing her teeth down the nape of his neck to his jaw line. Fuck it. was the final thought she had, for the second time in this encounter, before she let the strictly friendship cease to exist, and the start of something else grow.  "Speech."