Eyes Darting Back Into The Bathroom, Jett Hesitated. Right Now, She Couldn't Imagine Being Able To Fall

Eyes darting back into the bathroom, Jett hesitated. Right now, she couldn't imagine being able to fall back asleep. Not with her thoughts racing. However, she didn't want to alarm Kenny; not without going to the doctor first. Plus, what was she going to do all night─ stare at a piss stick? If she's going to worry, she might as well do it in her man's arms. " That sounds nice... " Sufficiently convinced, she crawled onto the bed. Making herself comfortable, snuggled up against him. " Mm ─ you're warm. "

"mmh." the grunt came out of him as he was shuffled back into the bedroom and back into the bed. he laid down and looked at her before opening his arms. "you know i can't sleep well without you. let's sleep in. i'll make breakfast when we wake up."

" Well then — that sounds like I'm supernatural. It's a compliment now. " Juno shot the man a shit eating grin. " So thank you. "

❝ It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as they are tall , and yet there you stand. ❞

" Stop it! You're being evil!"

"you're so cute when you blush like that."

It was then Juno caught a whiff of the vulpines scent. Huh. They could smell cinnamon, yet there was another note that they couldn't quite identify. Whatever it was, they found it intoxicating. For a moment, they wondered if sweating could enhance that scent. Soon, the mortician found propped themselves onto their tip topes. Peony pink lips hovering mere centimeters from his own. " I bet you'll bite a nice chunk out of my ass 'soon as I turn around. " Cue a soft giggle. " You did say you'd pick me plum clean given the chance, right? "

❝ yew wontin’ ta be a pigeon jus ta shit on me made d’ja a freak in that first place. ❞ a chuckle , teeth sharp like a fox in the fields huntin’ adorable lil sheeps , ❝ les go two for two on tha freak scale , go for broke an’ see ’f we can make err’body uncomfortable. how many different ways can i ask ya turn yer head tha other way so I can strip ya down ta yer sweet meats , darlin’ ? ❞

" Maybe I don't. " Little sheepy began to pull away. Stretching the punctured lip right along until it snapped back into place. " I just figured it's fair, y'know? You get to taste me — I get to taste you. " Licking some of the blood off their lips, they shoot him a grin. " Something tells me once you sink your teeth in, you ain't letting go. So — I had to be greedy and get the first bite. "

Saint stared down at the li’l sheepy shruggin’ of its coat just enough to sink it's fangs into a fox that itself real cunnin’. by the look in gleaming gaze, the wolf thought it could shake away its wool and be a smarter, better sheepy, because it was a wolf. but. . . he stared down his nose at her , and his smile didn't falter. his lip ached hollow — he wasn't really sure whether it was the mind tellin’ him he should feel it and makin’ it somewhat possible. or, if he felt just enough that it to feel like a throbbing aftereffect. ❝ yew sure ya know what’chur doin’ ? what happen ’f ya get a taste for me instead ? ❞ he inquired softly, humming even softer.

" Wow ─ I've never had someone say they wanted to eat me like that before. " Doe eyes gazed up at him, poking their tongue out. " Does it make me a freak if I like it? "

❝ yew after I truss ya up like a duck . . . ❞ hands behind his back , he leaned forward to hiss down at her with a twinkle in his eye. ❝ ’n make it yer shortest reincarnation by pickin’ ’em bones plum clean , cher. ❞