Too cute for my toes

“Oh, no” she said, her voice sharpening, and lowering in bitter disappointment with the boy. “Please, don’t tell me you have your head stuck up your ass and think monogamy is the way to go?” she tutted and shook her head at him. “I’ll never understand people that don’t want to share their love, and taste the kisses of many. It seems a terribly boring way to live.” she got back to her paws, taking a step closer to the silly, stressed boy. His features were so fine, so delicate. He was shorter than her, and somehow wore it more demurely. Perhaps that was just his attitude.

She wanted to taste his kisses.

He wouldn’t truly deny her, would he?

But she’s not your wife yet ” she pointed out to him. “Wouldn’t you like to know the best way to kiss her?” she poised at the edge of taking a step towards him. She wondered if he might truly try and flee her. The only person she had seen in days in this frigid wasteland of a North. He wasn’t going to leave her all alone, was he? Deprive her of kisses and a soft coat on which to spend the night?

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