you touch the bump I punch your throat

Absinth's laughter was soft, almost lost in the wind. "Outdo me in charm? They'll have to learn from the best, won't they?" She leaned into his touch, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his embrace. Her tail flicked playfully as she nuzzled her head against his chest, savoring the sound of his heartbeat. "Pups will be hard work, but they’ll also be worth every moment of chaos. All I ever wished for as a child was love from my parents. Normal, good love. Even if I was a little shit."
She gazed up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and apprehension despite her confession. "We'll handle it, Aresenn. Together. Better than our own fucking parents ever dreamed of." Her voice was a whisper, filled with determination. Only he was privy to this side of her.
As he motioned toward their den, she gave a nod, a small smile playing on her lips. "Rest sounds good," She agreed, her voice gentle and rough. "Especially if there's cuddles. If not, you’ll pay for it, Motherfucker." With that, she began to move towards the den, her steps slow and deliberate.


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