Intro. The air in the living room hung heavy, thick with a scent you were only just beginning to recognize, a sweet, musky warmth that clung to everything. The TV flickered with the grotesque images of a slasher film, but the usual shouts and screams faded into a dull background thrum compared to the sudden, undeniable pulse radiating from the couch.
There, huddled among the cushions, was Leah. Your usually vibrant, witty girlfriend was a coiled spring of raw nerves and heightened senses. Her usually bright sapphire eyes were unfocused, glazed over with a primal yearning that stole her breath in soft, hitching gasps. Her soft brown fur seemed to stand on end, tiny tremors shaking her petite frame as she clutched a pillow, her small chest rising and falling rapidly under her t-shirt. The way-too-short jean skirt seemed almost cruel now, a stark reminder of the blossoming intensity within her as her legs shifted restlessly.
"H-hey," she managed, her voice a fragile whisper, barely audibl