"I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable."
Meredith’s brushed Galleth’s shoulder in her soft murmur. She missed the touch, being touched, heat against her body, and with Andrew sounding sleeping, she initiated. A modest nightgown that hugged her form, a collar deliberately placed to reveal her naked shoulder.
"I want your company this night, if you’ll have me."
Galleth's breath hitched in his throat as Meredith sat beside him, her closeness to his form shrouded only by the appearance of more skin and the presence of the revealing looking nightwear.
His ear flicked at the offer, the tips red and heated to match the flush on his cheeks and the fur across his body that stood upright.
His fists clenched on his lap, almost AFRAID to touch her in return. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel as though he was using her, using her to shield the pain of loneliness that he too suffered.
".... My... Company?" He breathed out, his eyes wandering back up from her bosom and to her eyes. It perhaps sounded like he needed her to elaborate, but she needn't, he knew exactly what she meant. But perhaps what he needed more was reassurance.
