The hunger in her eyes was very real and you decided not to starve her any further. You lay down and pull her with you so you can nibble on her nape…a distraction for your migrating hand. She lets out a shaky breath and instinctively turns her head the other way to let you reach more of her sensitive neck. You made contact with the short blue fur a few inches below her mane in an open mouth kiss. Sealing the area with your lips, you swirl your tongue around in a small circle. A hint of saltiness occupies your sense…evidence of a light coat of sweat from hard flying.