[His fur is so thick and so deep — deep enough that she can bury her whole hand in to the wrist, and she absolutely does precisely that, once he's settled in. He's so warm, and so soft, and maybe that's a little bizarre to cling to when objectively she knows that this is also her lover, but there's something inherently soothing about it anyway and so she reaches carefully for his ears, scratching behind them and running her fingertips over the velvet of each point, toying with him in the sweetest of ways.]
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This is...very strange.
[Not that she's complaining, because she isn't.]
Is it all right? Does it feel good?