Little sister growing up

Rhythm pronounced them husband and wife, the words seemed to have an official ring to them, despite how this had been intended as a practice run. They had both leaned forward, and he could feel her breath on his skin, warming him. His love for her ran in his veins like fire, and when Rhythm urged him to kiss her, he closed the small distance between them gladly. He wrapped her in his paws, and kissed her soundly. It was certainly not a chaste kiss, but a passionate, and deep thing that spoke of his love for her.

When he parted, his breath was coming a little quickly, and he gave a nervous chuckle. “That was some practice run…?” he commented, his words ending in an unspoken question.