Dukey caught her in his arms as she fell, and steadied her as she remarked on his heart and his heat. He had to admit, he was excited, and this time, when she kissed him, it didn't matter that he was aroused, as he tasted the remaining strawberry on her lips. He placed a hand behind her head, and kissed her passionately, before releasing her, and went to get the oats and the other mix, all the while walking funny to hide his erection. If she asked, he could always blame the wine.<br/><br/>He fed Bruce and Piranha, careful to stay out of their way, and then walked back to Clara. He smiled and whispered, "Where were we?" as he cradled her gently in his arms and kissed her again, backing her toward the ladder up to the hay loft. He stroked up and down along her ribs, lifting the shirt and caressing the exposed skin of her lower back and hips.