Looking up at Sar, she kisses him back and mewls some, reluctantly leaving the cool water of the stream for the shore. She gets on all fours, and shakes herself up, sending droplets of water flying everywhere around.<br/><br/>"Ok my love, ok, I'll come. But, perhaps you should take a bath first, you still smell of sex... And I need to dry and groom myself some."<br/><br/>Wasting no time, she sits on her haunches on the shore, and begins a careful grooming of herself, using her sandpapery feline tongue to dry and smooth her fur.