She pushes her muzzle into your mouth before you can get your word out. Reaching behind her head you pull her against you and hold the kiss. Neither of you make efforts to intensify it; you were content with your simple contact. Hot breath fills your faces as you both smack back and forth on moist lips for what seems like minutes, taking turns initiating and savoring the mutual sensations. You both quickly find that you're hooked on affectionate acts and how close it makes you feel to one another. The addiction keeps you going until Dash yawns—interrupting your intimacy with her hot hay-breath. She found the granola bars. You snort a bit and she giggles.