One for the Road - Nightgown
Brandon's nose brushed the back of the coyote's head softly, between his ears. "or they? she? figured 'he' though." cody kept looking at the window, pausing, muzzle audibly opening and closing two times before he simply nodded softly. "he."
The Guardian Part 2 [One-Hour Story]
"you have learned well of needs and wants, and the difference between the two." the wolf said while brushing the boy's cheek with her forehead. "this will be my last gift to you."
Celine - Dance Dance Devastation
The next brush of a building against her hip had her sending a playful hip bump in retaliation back towards the contact.
All's Fair - Part 19b
Grabbing my brush again and attacking my side, i reflected that at least it was shady out here.
Pokebrothel 18
His hand brushed up around the ninetales' ears, and then circled down along the back of the head.
The Darkness Within
He grabbed it, got up, put back on his hat, brushed himself off, and started looking for a way out... when suddenly lights turned on and a terrible crunching sound started.
Family and Friends
He brushed a couple hairs away from her face and smiled. "you being here is enough." izzy smiled and laid her head on brody's shoulder. brody smiled to himself. he had his dream back, and he had the girl.
Death Kiss 5
My breathing comes in gasps and my eyes widen as i feel his tail brush my shoulders. i shiver and i hear my skirt hits the floor and kyle drinks more and i hear his thoughts, a small moan that wasn't mine.
Roses - Aleser X Dàire
The gryphon wasn't satisfied and leaned forward to brush his cheek against the eastern dragons, blushing brightly as his arms wrapped around aleser's own.
Purgatory
Even the air was still, as he could not feel the wind brushing against his scales. it was unsettlingly still for him. but, seeing no other choice, he started to walk.
A Longing Hope
A cobra slithered out of the brush to the water for a drink. she smiled at the fact that this little of life can survive the harshness of the world. kemet stands up and brushes the sand from her fur, watching the cobra flair out its hood at her movement.
Recursive Cycles
Along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the sound of rainfall and thunder or another's voice, the smell of freshly cooked pie or wild flowers, the feel of another's arms wrapped around you or how it feels to brush