make a mark, plant a flag

Well Tall Dark and Handsome kept getting more and more interesting. Turned out, he knew how to throw a party. She had gotten more than a few kisses that night. The party had been well put together, giving off the right kind of atmosphere to encourage lovers. It had been Keetie’s kind of thing. Perhaps it was worth sticking around Tyrian for more than just a day or two. Perhaps even three.

“Tell you what, love. Escort me across this bridge and keep me nice and toasty, and I'll heat you up later.” She promised him, the look he was giving her made her wonder if she needed to fend him off with her faux antlers. She was not going to become a frosty statue on this bridge because some hot guy couldn’t keep it in his coat.

He flicked the coat over her, and there was a disgruntled “grr” from beneath his coat as a certain cat felt the cold wind with the movement. She fought the urge to stick her tongue out at Spice, and instead sidled up to Ty. He pressed against her, and she let out a soft contented sound like a ‘purr’ “I never thought I’d feel warmth again.” she admitted, and his side felt rather nice against her. Keeping her claws out, and leaning against her handsome stranger, she knew it would take a bit of a balancing act to make this trip. “Lets” she agreed, and displayed an intimate knowledge of rhythms. Keeping her stride equal to his as they found their balance together well moving.

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