One gloved hand was braced beside the other figure’s head; the other had already worked their belt open.
She had meant to finish the arrest. She had recited the opening of it under her breath on the climb and then abandoned the words when her knee slid between their legs and
stayed there. Heat showed through the fur at her throat and along the inner line of her thighs. Her tail, heavy with rain, dragged once across their hip and did not move away.
“This is still an arrest,” she said, voice low and even, muzzle close enough that the words touched skin