I am not sure how long it lasted, but slowly, his comfy, velvety fur receded into flesh and muscle. He gathers me into his arms and settles his face in the crook of my neck and shoulders again.
“I still find this form the best,” he whispers. “So, are you ready for my favor?”
I nod. “What is it?”
“I want to knot with you again.”
I pull back from him and am about to run away when he catches my waist.
“Where are you going, dear?” he playfully asks. He licks the side of my neck as he cups my chest. “You promised I can request a favor from you.”
I push at his face. “But that’s painful!”
“Maybe because I always need to catch you by surprise every time I do it? Maybe it is less painful when you are aware beforehand?”
Every time we knot, it’s always because he just does it without asking.
