Sunshine lifts her hand away after Spike's little grunt of surprise and glances back at him, wary of overdoing it. She does want to even the score a bit, but that doesn't mean she wants to thoroughly freak anyone out or bring Spike to his knees (in, uh, a bad way). But Fausta presses back into Sunshine's hand with a helpful reference to the last time this happened, and now she doesn't know whether to feel mortified or kind of smug.
Actually, what she feels is surprised with a side of bafflement. The sensations that swamped her when Dom landed on Spike were so, um… intense… that she's not even sure where to file them. It wasn't bad, but it was so overwhelming that she's hesitant to call it enjoyable, either. Spike, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be so hung up about it. Or maybe it's different for vampires. Less of an… upheaval. Regardless, if his reaction is anything to go by, her touching Fasuta feels frigging fantastic. There's really nothing ambiguous about 'keep doing that.'
So… okay, then. Sunshine arches an eyebrow and mutters, "If you say so," before turning back to Fausta and cautiously sinking her fingers into the soft fur behind her ears. "Just, uh, let me know if you want me to stop." She scritches her fingers there for a few seconds, gently, then works her way down Fausta's neck.
At least the soul-dog has some high-caliber adorability going for her, so petting her isn't a chore. Sunshine's enjoying it quite a bit, herself. The real struggle is not lapsing into who's-a-pretty-girls and what-a-good-dogs, which would be incorrect and condescending at best. Still, it's pretty impossible not to be charmed by the way she leans into Sunshine's hands with a wide, canine grin, and before she can remind herself of the broader implications, here, Sunshine finds herself saying, "You are so sweet," leaning forward, and pressing a little kiss to the little curve where Fausta's nose meets her forehead.
From his current perch on her hair, Modomnoc lets out a pointed and not at all bee-like cough. Get it together, Sunshine.
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Actually, what she feels is surprised with a side of bafflement. The sensations that swamped her when Dom landed on Spike were so, um… intense… that she's not even sure where to file them. It wasn't bad, but it was so overwhelming that she's hesitant to call it enjoyable, either. Spike, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be so hung up about it. Or maybe it's different for vampires. Less of an… upheaval. Regardless, if his reaction is anything to go by, her touching Fasuta feels frigging fantastic. There's really nothing ambiguous about 'keep doing that.'
So… okay, then. Sunshine arches an eyebrow and mutters, "If you say so," before turning back to Fausta and cautiously sinking her fingers into the soft fur behind her ears. "Just, uh, let me know if you want me to stop." She scritches her fingers there for a few seconds, gently, then works her way down Fausta's neck.
At least the soul-dog has some high-caliber adorability going for her, so petting her isn't a chore. Sunshine's enjoying it quite a bit, herself. The real struggle is not lapsing into who's-a-pretty-girls and what-a-good-dogs, which would be incorrect and condescending at best. Still, it's pretty impossible not to be charmed by the way she leans into Sunshine's hands with a wide, canine grin, and before she can remind herself of the broader implications, here, Sunshine finds herself saying, "You are so sweet," leaning forward, and pressing a little kiss to the little curve where Fausta's nose meets her forehead.
From his current perch on her hair, Modomnoc lets out a pointed and not at all bee-like cough. Get it together, Sunshine.