I don't know. Would running help?

The saber-toothed woman laughs. "Nope. And it won't help now, either."

You wrap your arms around her and kiss her neck. "Right now, running is the last thing I would do."

Her hands caress your bare flesh. "I see."

You kiss your way at an angle to the top of her chest, and she purrs appreciatively.

"I'm guessing you want to be my mate," she murmurs.

You chuckle. "I was definitely intending to mate with you."

She pushes you onto the floor of the cave. "I won't say no."