If there was one thing Aufei loved most about their more intimate moments together, it had to be the Scholar's "flexibility". If she had some idea or another, all she had to do was ask and he'd logic up a creative way to make it work. That time with the ropes... Rrr.

He wasn't strong... relative to her anyways. But he, like the rest of his kind, was deceptively sturdy thanks to those dense bones of his. Perfect for a bit of roughhousing if the mood struck. Oh, and delightfully dexterous with those hands. He could send shudders down her body with a simple touch to just the right places... and he had discovered quite a few of them.

But for all the wonderful things he could do, one of her favourites was to simply sweep him up, press him hard to her belly, and grind their hips together until they were both utterly exhausted.

Her body was formed like a blanket, built to jealously guard her own heat as nature had none to spare. He on the other hand, was like a tiny sun; as if designed by the spirits themselves to give his warmth to others. No wonder he had to wear so many furs while he was outside. He would lose so much of his warmth that there would be none left for himself.

Or for her. Holding him like this was like somehow holding a ray of sunlight itself, his warmth easily penetrating her thick fur. All the while he would run his hands down her mane, whisper in her ear, massage anywhere his hands could reach. She seldom could outlast him like this, and she wouldn't have it any other way.