A puff of fluff

Dance

I sat on the couch, bored and tired. I brushed my fur a bit for a few minutes, but that's all. I turned on the TV to check out the news, and not surprisingly, the streets have gone to shit. In the west side of the city, it had became a madhouse. There has been burn down buildings, broken glass, crashed cars, garbage littered around the streets, and first responders everywhere. The reporter claimed over 87 people had died and only 12 injured.

I turned off the TV, then thought to myself. "Well that was an entire shit show..." I heard my door knock. I quickly walked to the door, opening it to Snowball holding a lovely red rose. I blushed at the sight of it. "Ay Vin!~ I missed ya~" Said Snowball as he leans over and kisses me, pressing his lips against mines, pulling me close. I soon joined him, kissing him back. "I've missed you too Snow~"

For what felt like and hour, but in reality, 2 minutes, we both pulled away from the kiss. I invited Snowball inside of the house. And he seemed happy. He handed me the rose, then quietly said "A lovely rose for a lovely wolf" in a cute and flirty tone. We both giggled, our faces covered in blush. I turned on some music, causing me to dance a bit. Snowball seemed a bit shy. "What's the matter?~ You can't dance?~" I asked jokingly. He nodded slowly. I grabbed his hand, staring into his eyes, then slow-danced with him. "Just look up here, in my eyes, and follow my moves~ Trust me~" We took a few steps to the left, to the right, forward, back, forward again, spun Snowball around, catching him, then repeating. Rinse, dry, repeat. Rinse, dry, repeat. Rinse, dry repeat. I tried to copy what my parents did back when I was just 5 years old. They danced freely and happily, my mother staring into my father's eyes as they danced, trusting each other as they go, doing little spins, my father leaning my mother back, holding her then pulling her back into his arms. So far, I'm doing well.

We stopped dancing. We were both tired and happy. I held on to Snowball's hand, as he lied his head onto my shoulder. I could tell that both me and Snowball knew that this was how we were suppose to be. Happy, and in each others' grasp, not letting each other go. I loved him for who he is. And I would never trade that out for anything else. He's now my lover, my mate, my honey.

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