these passing moments with you

He leaned into the kiss she started, returning its tenderness as he felt the warmth of her fur against him, her muzzle on his. When they parted, he was a little breathless, and they’d slid a little further across the ice. “Good. We’ll figure out the rest out in time.” He said, offering her a half smile. He wasn’t sure he’d ever fully gain his confidence, but he knew how to pretend it was there.

He slid his claws into the ice again, pulling them both to a stop. “Do you want to try skate beside me?” he suggested, giving her a moment to try for herself.