Birthday drabble for Ken-mun.
"Renfield, dear," Panthera said, pulling himself to his full height, "are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine," Turnbull stammered. He was. He wasn't quite sure why his heart was beating quite so quickly or loudly, but he was not about to hide from...well, whatever it was he was feeling.
Panthera's hand rested on Turnbull's shoulder. "I honestly don't want to make you uncomfortable, dear."
Turnbull breathed in sharply. "No, you're...." Panthera's scent was strong in his nostrils, musky and sharp; not unpleasant, though.
"All right," Panthera smiled, and as their lips met Turnbull wondered if, for once, he'd said exactly the right thing.
"I'm fine," Turnbull stammered. He was. He wasn't quite sure why his heart was beating quite so quickly or loudly, but he was not about to hide from...well, whatever it was he was feeling.
Panthera's hand rested on Turnbull's shoulder. "I honestly don't want to make you uncomfortable, dear."
Turnbull breathed in sharply. "No, you're...." Panthera's scent was strong in his nostrils, musky and sharp; not unpleasant, though.
"All right," Panthera smiled, and as their lips met Turnbull wondered if, for once, he'd said exactly the right thing.