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Wolfman whistles as Dingo finally walks into the living room, still smoothing down his hair. Its longer than it’s ever been, falling a little further than her shoulders. He’s dolled up in makeup after finally learning how to apply most of it, and dressed for a special occasion. Despite his growing confidence in his appearance, Dingo still goes bright red at the sound, laughing a little. “Don’t whistle at me!”
She’s become much more comfortable over the years, especially with the shots she finally possesses a prescription for (even if she’s scared of needles). The band has been more than accepting, acclimating to his needs with ease. They treat her like she wants to-- and deserves to-- be treated. It makes his heart soar, being treated like a princess, like someone special, for the first time in his life.
“I can’t help that you’re such a pretty girl,” Wolfman argues, with a grin clear as day on his face. The love and adoration in his gaze is undeniable, and it makes her blush. “You’re beautiful.”
The way he looks at her makes her truly feel like the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. He covers his face, unable to hold back a silly, loving smile. “Oh, Jack.”
“You need more short skirts like that.” Wolfman winks, pleased at the way his face flushes further. “Somehow they make you prettier.”
The jacket and skirt are both pink, and she has the top unbuttoned towards the top, exposing the lilac dress shirt underneath. It’s one of his fancier outfits, a gift from Wolfman, who made him promise he’d wear it more often because of the euphoria it gives him. It makes her feel beautiful. Dingo smoothes down his mini skirt and sinks into the sofa beside him. Wolfman is quick to put an arm around her shoulders, his other paw on her leg. He giggles, “You flatter me.”
Nestled close together, they relax into each other’s arms. It’s easy to relax with him. “It’s true… I can’t get over how good ya look in this outfit.” Wolfman presses their noses together and kisses him, closing his eyes.
She sighs into the kiss, meeting his lips. Her eyes flutter closed. “You’re going to ruin my lipstick,” he says quietly when they part, but doesn’t protest as they kiss again, a little deeper.
Wolfman holds him gently, like she’s his prized possession, though his kisses slowly get more eager and a little more rough.
It takes a while before Wolfman pulls back for air, reluctantly, and though it makes her stomach flutter she laughs at the sight of him; his lips are puckered and stained with her red lipstick. Dingo uses his thumb to wipe some of it away. Wolfman sticks his tongue out and licks his lips for the last of it. “Why does it taste like strawberries?”
She shrugs. “That’s the current fad.”
“I like it,” Wolfman purrs, leaning in to kiss her again.
Dingo puts his arms around Wolfman’s neck, trying to be as close to him as possible. Wolfman’s tail wags wildly behind him as he kisses deeper and deeper. It feels like heaven. She never wants to leave his arms, never wants to be away from him again. He wants to stay here forever, basking in his adoration and desire, cherishing the way his paws roam gently yet earnestly. But she knows this moment can’t last forever, especially when they have things to do.
Eventually he puts his paw on Wolfman’s chest, gently pushing him away, though it hurts his heart to do so. “We can’t sit here snoggin’ all day, love. We promised we’d go to Mini’s house later to celebrate, remember? For brunch ‘n all.”
“She can wait, can’t she?” Wolfman muses, undetered. “I think this is more important.”
“It isn’t,” Dingo chuckles, but lets him kiss her again, leaning in and cupping his cheek. Wolfman’s paw slides down to her waist. She savors the moment, relaxing into his arms. He licks her lower lip, no doubt wanting to get right back into the thick of it. She lets him, letting him push her against the couch, tilting her head backwards. They move in sync, making each other dizzy. He makes himself speak up the next time they open their mouths for air. “Jack,” he whispers.
“Mhm?”
“We ought to go.” He murmurs, moving his hair out of his face gently. His paws linger on Wolfman’s chest.
“But we were just getting to the best part,” He whines.
“You know I’d stay here forever if we could.” Dingo cups his cheek. “But we really ought to get going, love.”
“I guess so.” Wolfman sighs, resting his head on her shoulder. He doesn’t move, holding onto her firmly. After a beat she squirms a little, trying to escape his grasp, but he’s much stronger. He makes a purring noise, proud of himself.
“Pfft, c’mon,” She laughs, playfully pushing on his chest to let her go. “I can’t move, ya big oaf.”
Wolfman grins, canines on display. “Maybe I’ll just keep ya here forever.” He nuzzles their noses together, pretending to consider it. “You’ll never escape my clutches.”
He huffs and lightly kicks his lover’s legs with his own, undoubtedly amused. “Quit bein’ silly, you romantic. Let me go.”
“Why should I?” He tucks his head into the crook of her neck, lips grazing skin. She shivers, but stands her ground.
“We’ll be late.” She retorts. “You know the others will never stop makin’ fun of us if we show up late and with h*ckies.”
He makes a disgruntled noise. As tempted as he is to keep her in his arms forever and never let go, deep down he knows they need to leave. He sighs and moves to rise off of the couch, but he only slightly loosens his grip on her, hoisting her into his arms with a grunt.
“Eek!” She squeaks, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Be careful!”
Wolfman can’t help but laugh, a deep rumbling in his chest. He readjusts so that she’s secure in his arms. “I gotcha, don’t worry!” He keeps a steady grip on his girlfriend as he slips on his shoes and grabs her purse for her. It’s more of a clutch, really, pink with a small golden chain to hang on her wrist. It’s one of many gifts he’s showered her in over the years. “Are we forgetting anything?”
Dingo buries his head into Wolfman’s shoulder, unable and unwilling to look at the ground from so much higher up. With a foot of height between them, this felt like being on stilts. She considers squirming out of his grasp before holding on more tightly, scared of falling. “Jack, let me down. It’s scary up here.”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Wolfman hums and makes his way to the front door, carrying him out to the car. Though she squeals and protests, she has a small smile on her face, enjoying being handled with such love and care.
“Don’t drop me!”
“I told you, I gotcha. I won’t let you fall,” Wolfman’s voice gets softer and reassuring, and she hesitantly relaxes in his arms. Deep down he knows he won’t be dropped, though part of him still worries. But hearing his voice, she feels more reassured. With some slight difficulty closing and locking the front door, he opens the passenger side and lowers her onto the seat like a princess. He even puts his seatbelt on for him, for good measure. “There we go.”
“Don’t do that again,” Dingo warns, smiling a little, putting a paw on his chest. “You scared the hell outta me.”
Wolfman takes a step back, to her confusion. He reaches into the backseat, pulling something out, and Dingo gasps. “Does this make up for it?”
It’s a bouquet of countless hot pink roses; her head spins trying to count them all. They have to be expensive, a high quality breed with no noticeable blemishes or quality issues. She knew herself just how hard roses can be to grow. There’s even a bow tied around the base, securing them. It’s gorgeous. It’s one of the sweetest gifts she’s received. She’d cry if it wouldn’t ruin her mascara. “Jack…”
He kneels to kiss her. Dingo rushes to wrap her arms around him, embracing him fully, melting into the kiss. He parts to cup her face in his paws, brown eyes shimmering with adoration. “Happy anniversary.”
With a bouquet of roses on his lap and his lover beside him, Dingo feels more euphoric than he ever has.