book 4: drinks for two

He watches her as her paws bat at him. Those giggles filling his drunken ears. A delightful sound. One he hadn't heard in awhile. He can't help the smile as he takes another swig. They really should stop drinking soon. He can feel the wooziness begin to fill him up, but he's having fun. Letting loose. Forgetting about his responsibilities.

When she comes to still, head resting beside his paw, her words admitting to her fear, another chuckle leaves him. Bringing his muzzle closer to her own, he lays his eyes on hers. "The one you should be scared of is me," he whispers to her, eyes unblinking, daring her, giving her the chance. He won't do it, not unless she wants it. The idea that she is terrified of him, but wants him at the same time is enthralling. It causes his belly to flutter with butterflies, his insides to stir, forces him to shift into a more comfortable position.