crossing a bridge

Haha! And he knew it too. Well, who wouldn’t “Mmmm” she said in open admiration as she started to walk a circle about him. Flicking her tail against his shoulder, his side, his rump, as she walked. As he moved closer to her, she stopped. Facing him head on, and looking over the light flecking of spots under his eyes. The ebony casing over his muzzle, the blues that dashed behind his ears. “Do you taste like blueberries?” she teased, her voice light laughter.

Without waiting for a reply, or permission, she leaned over, into his space. Breathing right over his nose, before reaching further yet, and licking below an ear. “Mmm, not blueberries, but still tasty” she praised him.

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