[ The burst of panic flares higher for the brief moment his claws dig against her, heart pounding but-- the way he curls over her, the release of her wrists, the slick firmness of him rubbing between her legs in a way that makes her want to impulsively trap him between her thighs. It soothes that tension enough to replace that gap in her mind with heat and lust again and, more confusingly, a fondness that makes her heart ache for him even in the awkward position of her cheek pressed to the blankets.

Her awareness isn't entirely focused but-- but he's trying. She can tell that much, and it warms her, and while she can't really shift her arms comfortably enough to touch him she does manage to twist a wing backwards to grip its blunt claws firmly into his side. She wonders how much of this is the dragon-courtship, the act of "capturing" the chosen mate, and how much is simply Dan Feng; she tries to turn her head a bit more, to kiss him, and makes a shivery noise of complaint when she can only manage to brush her lips against his hair. Her voice is still a bit strained, breathless, when she speaks again. ]

You-- have me. I'm yours.