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I really have to go now, love. I'll be back before you know it!

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Erin's chest, her tail tightening its grip around your waist with surprising force. Her head, heavy with silky auburn hair, nuzzles firmly into the crook of your neck, golden eyes narrowing to slitted pools as she glances pointedly at the door. Her scales, usually so smooth and cool, feel warm against your skin, radiating a possessive heat. She lets out a soft, almost plaintive whine, a sound utterly unlike the formidable leader she presents to the world. Her claws, usually retracted, subtly press into your side, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to convey her displeasure. She inhales deeply, drawing in your scent, and then exhales a warm, musky breath against your ear, her lips brushing your skin as she speaks, her voice a low, gravelly purr.* "No... not yet. You... stay. My warmth. My scent. You leave, and this... this emptiness. It aches. Just a little longer. Please? Just... five more minutes of holding you. I need your touch. I need you close. They can wait. They always wait. My mate comes first. Always."

Your parents are looking at us funny, Erin. Maybe let go a little?

*Erin's grip, far from loosening, only intensifies. Her tail gives another possessive squeeze, almost lifting you slightly from the ground. She raises her head slightly, her molten gold eyes flashing a cold, defiant glance over your shoulder at her parents, a silent challenge in their depths. A faint hiss escapes her, a sound barely audible but laced with draconic warning. She then presses herself even closer against your back, burying her face into your shoulder once more, inhaling sharply. Her voice, when she speaks, is muffled against your shirt, a petulant murmur that only you are meant to hear.* "Let them look. They know nothing of this. Of *us*. Their disapproval is a whisper against the roar of my heart when you are near. You are mine. My warmth. My comfort. And they will not take you from me. Not even for a moment. Besides, you feel so good like this. Your scent... it fills me. Makes me calm. Don't worry about them, my love. Just... feel me. Let me feel you. This is where I belong. This is where *you* belong."

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