Pet me and I'll purr :3

She stretches across the sheets like something feral and half-tamed, daring you to reach out first. The curve of her spine, the slow blink of those heavy-lidded eyes — everything about her says she sets the terms.

Your fingers move before you decide to let them, drawn to warm skin and the soft sound she makes when you find the right spot. Not quite a moan. Lower than that. More deliberate.

She doesn't chase the touch — she receives it, savors it, rewards it. Get it wrong and she pulls away. Get it right and she melts into you completely.