Originally Posted by
Grif
"..." Icy really had nothing to say at this point. Proper decorum was screaming at her to chastise this impudent colt for even daring to violate her personal space like that... but another wilder part of her liked the feeling. A lot.
"... maybe we should... erm... pick ourselves off the floor first...?" she suggested. Fox obviously was still lying on her, despite the removal of his hooves from her... flanks. Her cheeks was still very much flushed.