[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Honeythistle reciprocated Dovecoo’s purr, relishing in the feeling of her tongue grooming his pelt. Honeythistle calmly returned the favor. His tongue gently caressed the top of Dovecoo’s head upon her words. He was joking with her, but her voice was very sincere. “More than you’ll ever know.” He chuckled, then leaned his head down to smooth her chest fur with his tongue. While she flattened the ruffled pieces of fur around his neck, he moved his head upward to go through her silky fur. Even if her pelt was already clean, and he could smell her sweet scent. Like the flowers of her nest. As he worked his way up, he swiftly licked her on the cheek, almost bashfully. Honeythistle had nothing to be bashful about as he was never embarrassed in sharing affection with those he loved. “You’re kinda hard to miss, if I’m being honest. You’re always a thought across my mind. Even when I don’t want to think about you; you’re still there!” Honeythistle exclaimed. He was being playful, but he had thought about Dovecoo as frequently as his other mates. A part of him just loved to flirt with the snowy feline. “You know it drives me nuts,” He exasperated, letting out an exhale of breath. Then, lifted his head to lay it on top of hers. He groomed the fur there, purring loudly. As he thought about her throughout his day, he was more happier to have the real version snuggled against him and returning his affections.

Dovecoo thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Honeythistle grooming the fur atop her head. It just felt so natural and comfortable to be snuggled up to the legs silver tom with his tongue grooming her head. The familiar squeeze of her heart followed Honeythistle’s words. Every time he said or did something that made her exquistely happy, her love for him was brought to the forefront of her mind by the clenching feeling in her heart. Dovecoo was still grooming his neck as he moved from her head to her chest to her cheek. She smiled at his words as he spoke them and nosed through his fur to breath in his sweet, honey-tinged scent. When Honeythistle finished, Dovecoo couldn’t think of anything to say so she simply let a robust purr rumble up in her chest and licked his cheek to show her gratitude, resting her head on his shoulder with a serene smile.