Ronon allowed her to touch him, allowed her to wrap her arms around his and trap him there. He couldn't think of a single human hand who had touched his soft fur. And he never would have let someone put their arms around him, it was too easy to tighten that hold and have him in a headlock... But before he could worry about what might happen if things went badly, she let him go. He watched as she stood and turned away, heading towards their clothes. He took a moment to watch her walk away, take in the beauty of her body, even if he couldn't fully enjoy it in this form... Not in the same ways at least
He followed her finally, moving swiftly to come up beside her and matching her pace to the train car. When she finaly spoke, he looked up at her, locking his gaze to that sweet face and giving a great sneeze. There was no reason for her to apologize, not to him at least. He moved over to their pile of clothes, pawing through them till he found her bra and panties. He set them aside, hooked her pants and that tini little top and pulled them free. Glancing back over his shoulder, he choofed at her, nosing the pile of her clothes. If she would get dressed, they could get moving. The faster they got moving, the fasted they would be safely locked in his apartment
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still tryin' to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
when I rode in on a song
I'll be an old troubadour
when I'm gone
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