Racheria leans her head further into the pleasurable feeling on her head as she groans softly. The barely noticeable increase of grip on her chest, however, brings her attention to the tension within his hold, within his entire frame. She opens her eyes and looks up at his face, where a slight glimmer of darkness is held within his eyes as he stares at the top of her head, but not seeing her.

"White? Are you okay?"

She asks softly, raising her right arm and brushing her paw against his muzzle with a gentle stroke, watching as the darkness vanishes from his gaze while refocusing on her.

"Sorry Rach. My mind was somewhere else at the time."

White replies, rubbing his fingertips down along the back of her head to the base of her neck with a gentle massaging motion. "I'll need to contact and build a network of people I know, including some combat brothers of mine that would love for a chance to roam around with justified presence of force."

"White, this is going to be a shock to you," she says while looking up at his face and tightening her grip on his paws, "but your old unit.....They're a key part in this. All of them."

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White perks his left eyebrow as she speaks in a worried tone, then chuckles in a heavy tone and shakes his head softly.

"I'm not surprised by that. Honestly, most of that troop was a bit twisted when it came to tracking targets, so I'm expecting some of them to join. The humans mainly, but other anthros.... Hmmm." He says, rotating his arm from her grip and bringing his right paw up underneath his muzzle, rubbing in a thought provoking manner.

"I made ties through spilling blood with some of the gruesome people, but they had enough morality to keep from doing any sort of crime against unaffiliated civilians. If they are really part of this, I'll sort them out." He says, then peeks at the table's reflection in the window. He drops his right paw to his side while turning around, stroking his thumb digit over the back of her paw.

"Well, either we can begin to gather gear and move now, or wait until after I at least warm up our meal. Your choice."

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Racheria shakes her head as her rumbling stomach voices its' opinion. Glancing sheepishly over at the table, she shrugs then nods her head at him.

"Yeah, food is definitely a good idea. can't go running around without some food beforehand."

She says then walks around his front and pokes him in his solid chest. "But why microwave it when you can heat it with a touch?"

White perks his eyebrow then looks down and shakes his head, releasing her paw and folding his arms across his chest as he raises his head.

"Hell no. I like my table without burn marks."

He replies, staring at her intently with his icy eyes that seem to shine with a glimmer of something warm behind the cold.

She mentally shivers at that slight ember. 'If only he'd be a bit more romantically aggressive. Damn it! I don't want to risk losing a part of him! ..... He already has something of mine though.' She thinks, stretching her arms above her head and leaning back slightly to heighten her chest on purpose.

"Oh? You haven't had any friction burns scalded to the top yet?"

She asks, lowering her arms and walking past him back to her seat. Leaning over the table, she reaches out for the plate near the middle of the table. "Crying shame." Turning her head to look at him, she grasps the edge of the plate and leans back slightly as his gaze glides along her curves.

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White traces the gentle slope from her ankles all the way to the tip of her ears, blazing the shape of her into his visual memory. Sighing, he breaks his gaze and rubs his temples with his right paw as he walks closer to the table. He reaches out and grabs his own plate then slides it right in front of his prior seat where the utensils still lie, barely used and scattered a bit.

"Well, I don't exactly go bar-hopping and bring people out here. Heh, they'd most likely think I would kill them in the forest."

He quips, shifting the chair and sitting down on it as she stands just to his left. "Plus, I don't like most people." He picks up the fork that was left on his plate and spins it around in his fingers, the sunlight reflecting off it into every direction.

"Oh, and one more thing: It's only about seven or eight in the morning, so you need a cold shower. Dirty girl."

The look on her face as White speaks is all the more worth it, as he watched her eyes switch from surprise to anger then desire within the span of the second. Smirking slightly, he picks up the fork and slices into the cold egg then picks up the slice.

As he opens his mouth and bites into the now cold egg, she stands straight up and grasps his left shoulder with her right paw then swings her leg over his lap, straddling his legs while facing him. Setting the fork down on the plate, he chews softly and looks her over as a faint scent rises into his nose, one that makes his blood run hotter as his mind freezes.

'Shit. This won't go over easy.'

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Racheria shifts her hips and scoots further up White's legs, latching onto the other shoulder with her left paw as she gazes at the rigid structure of his face. Studying how the muzzle thickens into a narrow line then broadens out to give depth around the eyes, how the outer line of the lower jaw is sharp yet flowing along. The dull ache she feels in her abdomen further strengthens her thoughts on his calm, sexy animal definition as she lowers her gaze down along his body, watching his chest muscles rising and falling with the rhythmic movements of steady, slow breath.

Sliding her hips again, she grinds the heavy pulse throbbing between her legs against his to try and cool the heat rising up her blood, but only made it worse. Heat radiates from her fur, yet the press of cooler air makes it stand on end. She slowly leans forwards past his head and stops when her lips are near his ear, releasing her heated breath softly against the tender area.

"White," she whispers in a flowing sultry voice directly against his ear, "I want to..... Give you something. Something of mine."

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White breathes through his mouth to try and avoid the scent permeating into the air from her, even as the heat she radiates warms the air surrounding them. Focusing on his heart, he slows the increasing pulse through mental control just as she moves forwards and rocks the vee of her hips against his groin. He groans and grasps her hips with his paws to halt her movement, even as he feels the throb pulsing along the sensitive animal sheath there.

"Be careful what you ask for. I may take more than you wish." He replies in a deep, heat-filled rumble at her ear, then softly succumbs to the temptation and nibbles on the edge of it with his fangs.

She gasps and presses her chest against his, the tender globes spreading her radiating heat directly against his hard body through her clothing. He chuckles in a vibrating rumble from his chest, then draws his head back from her as he slides his paws firmly underneath her arms and stands up, knocking the chair back while his legs straighten out. Racheria eases her feet to the ground, a soft whine escaping her lips as White releases her and puts space between them.

"But I don't want to risk you, or have you risk yourself for me."

He says, eliciting a groan from her.

"You damn tease. I thought you didn't like leaving your partners unsatisfied?"

She quips at him, folding her arms beneath her breasts and raising them semi-consciously.

He zeroes in on her movement then slowly raises his sight up to her eyes, where a sparkle of pure desire rests in the red irises. He closes his own eyes and chuckles softly, crossing his arms and palming his face in a paw.

"I don't. But who ever said we were that kind of partner?"

He pointedly comments back, even as a fresh wave of her so-close scent bombards his nose and forces a throb from the erection partially exposed from his sheath. 'Though I didn't clarify my intentions too well.' He thinks, opening his eyes and watching her through spread digits.

She scoffs and takes a step closer to him, raising her shoulders to give slightly more lift of her breasts.

"Wasn't that implied within your.... Promise?"

She says, perking her eyebrows at him in derision while she drops her shoulders to create a slight bounce in her well sized globes.

'..... Hell with it.'

He thinks as he watches her then reaches out and cups her muzzle with his paw, casing it within the palm as he leans forwards and kisses her passionately, a demand without words.

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'Finally!'

Racheria thinks as she closes her eyes and responds in kind to the kiss. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she opens her lips slightly and draws the rich, wild taste in as he nibbles softly on her upper lip. He brushes the tip of his tongue along the edge of her lip, forcing a flare of fire to rise up from her core and into her chest to harden the nipples beneath her shirt. She cries out softly and rubs her covered chest against his, electric bolts of pleasure arcing through her body from the sensitive beads. A gentle rumble from his chest vibrates her mounds as he backs his head away from hers, a moan escaping from her lips as they tingle.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." He says in a pleased rumble as he releases her muzzle and lowers his paw. "... I have a hidden comforter that begs for two on it. Ready?" He asks, gliding his paw down along the side of her throat down to brush her breasts, then removing it.

'Toying bastard.'

She thinks, opening her eyes and attempting to look pissed at him halfheartedly.

"Only if you're lying on top of it like a Roman god, you bastard." She says in mock dismay, releasing his shoulders from the hold of her arms. "Now, show me where you hide this bed. I think I hear it calling for me."