Maybe it's a dream

Was it really as easy as that? Just toss aside the weights around his ankles and give in to the fate he was already lining up his life for. He didn’t want to think how much it would hurt to lose her. Not here, not now. He could dwell on it later, so long as he didn’t let these fears carry him away.

Right now, all he could concentrate on was the way she pressed up against him. Feeling the heat build between their joined fur. How soft she felt against his chest. He wrapped his paws about her, pulling her closer to him. He laughed, soft and gentle as her tongue rasped against his check. “Wren. My Wren.” He said, as if trying out the words. Tasting them on his tongue. They felt right, and sweeter than any wine. He drew his own tongue up the side of her muzzle, teasingly before brushing his nose against hers. Just enough to tickle the hairs there. His eyes, hot and burning with desire for her, laughed at her. With her.


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