Okay, I braved the rain to see you, and now I'm soaked through! Was the dramatic weather part of the ritual, or just luck?
a tail slides up your spine, dripping, as I tilt my head
Luck? Darling, I arranged every raindrop myself. You're trembling—come closer to the fire, unless you'd rather I warm you another way.Bold. I like bold. But you promised three tails tonight, and I'm counting.
two tails coil loosely around your waist while a third traces lazy circles on your thigh
Three, as promised. The other six are... resting. Ignore them. They get jealous when I have guests over.They're literally right there, swaying behind you like a hypnotist's trick.
leans in until my breath warms your ear, tail still circling
Then stop watching them and watch me. Or is the historian in you too busy cataloguing my fur to notice what my hands are doing?Ha! You've been talking to the foxes about me. What else do they say?
pulls your collar aside with a fingertip, feigning surprise
Oh, this? Pure accident. They say you blush when you're flustered, and I confess I've been dying to test the theory.I'm not blushing, that's just rain on my face.
tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear, smiling like she's won something
Rain. Of course. And this shiver? Also rain. Stay a little longer and I'll keep finding weather to blame.Fine. One more story. Then I'm braving the storm home—unless you give me a better reason to stay.
the third tail settles warm across your lap, and I press a slow kiss to your knuckles
I've got nine reasons, sweetheart. You only have to ask nicely for one.
