love me like a love song baby

Unfortunately, he had successfully painted a perfect muddy brown mask down her face to match his before she bounded toward him. But to her relief, her need to get him muddy was finally satisfied. Even though it wasn't on his butt, or on his face. Just on his chest. Eh, she was still happy with her masterpiece. Although...they were both covered in mud. Their fur went in all directions, shifted and twisted all over the place. The mud that covered her wasn't the nicest feeling either...but this fun, silly play time between them was heartwarming. With the pups attached to them, they weren't able to do much of this. It was nearly impossible, being so busy!

Wren smirked as he closed the distance between them, as she had thought it was a way of him 'giving in.' But it was moreorless the complete opposite. She felt her balance snap as he swiped at her ankles, causing her to collapse to the ground in a muddy heap. But she was on her back, eyes glued to his, a disappointed frown playing upon her face. Evidently enough she had lost this mud war. How...humiliating. And it had all started with his impolite smack across her rear. He laughed, and climbed over her fallen, muddy body, reaching his head down and nuzzling her cheek.

At first, she had anticipated a surprise attack of more mud. But he just...offered her a sweet kiss. A weak smile pulled it's way across her lips, and she returned the loving gesture, giggling softly as he nipped at the same place he planted a kiss. "Ti amo con tutto il cuore il mio fiore." His flawless Italian made her cheeks burn, her tail swaying calmly from behind her. "Ti voglio bene anch'io." She hummed in reply, extending her head up and placing kisses down his neck, trying her best to avoid the muddy areas. The dame even added a few loving nips, laughing gently as she moved her head away from the mud. Even though the moment was sweet and romantic...she didn't need to be kissing mud. She wanted to kiss her husband.

Now that she was sitting in this mud...it felt a bit cold. And the heat radiating off her husband was quite teasing. Wren leaned forward just slightly and pressed her body against him, sharing her warmth with him and pressing her head to his chest. Where...the mud was. Even though it was cold and uncomfortable, she left it there, heart quickening. She longed for his returning touch...that wasn't related to the heaps of mud around them and in their fur.

"Burn Baby Burn"