Bunny snarled a bit, shifting his hold on Jack and moving to press his snout against the crook of Jack's neck. He snuffled loudly against him, covering his body almost completely with his own. His entire attitude screamed possessiveness, and at this point he probably had little control over his actions.
Raging hormones or not, whatever it was, Jack was starting to feel very cornered. And a cornered Jack was a bad Jack, because cornered Jack was known for doing really stupid things. Palms pressed flat against Bunny’s chest, the winter spirit pushed as hard as he could.
It was enough to at least get some breathing room between himself and the Aussie.
Sharp blue eyes, both angry and glimmering with a quiet sheen of fear, stared pointedly back at the other’s directed glare. Figured, maybe, if he could at least get Bunny to stop and look at him — realize what was going on — he could get him to quit.
“Damnit, snap out of it!”
