“Excuse me? You’re the one who started it, showing up at my practice in a trench coat. You know, I had to special order a new headrest for that chair you nearly destroyed.”
“That I nearly destroyed? Excuse me, Mr. Open Wider.”
He laughs. “We are so wrong.” He grabs his cat costume’s tail and flicks it. “Come here and chase me around the bed.”
I put my hands on my hips. “And now this is happening.”
“What?”
“The costumes. Are we Furries now?”
“Megan, I want you because you’re you, not because you’re dressed like a poodle.”
“Excuse me? I’m a purebred terrier.”
Drew looks down at the front of his costume. “We can’t be Furries. These suits unzip at the back only.”
I gasp. “How do you even know about that?”
“You look scandalized. Listen, just because I looked up what yiffing was on Wikipedia, during one of my dateless Saturday nights, that doesn’t mean I want to engage in it.” He pats the bed next to him. “Why don’t you come over here and snuggle with me. That’s the only way to see how we like it.”
I crouch down and jump on the bed in a single leap. We play-wrestle for a minute, and start kissing. After a minute, I pull away.
“Too hot?” Drew asks.
“Yeah. Plus the zipper’s at the back, and I want to…” I lean in and whisper dirty words in Drew’s ear.
He unzips me and has me out of the terrier costume in five seconds, plus another two seconds for his.
“There’s my human girl,” he murmurs, admiring me in my underwear. “There’s the girl I love.”
He rolls and pulls me on top of him.
I kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you, too.”
He puckers his lips until I kiss him on the mouth. He groans as he kisses me, then says, “I really mean it. I love you, Maggie May.”
“You’re really calling me that, aren’t you?”
He kisses me again. “Okay, enough mushy stuff. I know you hate the mushy stuff. Get on your hands and knees.”
I roll off to the side and remove my underwear, but I don’t get on my hands and knees.
“What’s going on?” Drew removes his cat whiskers and rubs away the adhesive, becoming fully human. “Are you tired, babe?”
“I want something really kinky. I want the mushy stuff.”
He slips his undershirt and boxer shorts off and grabs a condom. “Are you serious?”
“Let’s start off mushy, and see where it goes.”
“I’m going to make sweet love to you.” He grins. “I’m going to gaze into your eyes and lose myself in your beauty.”
I cover my face with both hands. “This is so messed up.”
“If you’ll let me, I think I know how to make you comfortable.”
I keep my hands on my face. I hear him moving around, getting off the bed and turning off the lights. He flicks the gas fireplace on.
“This is more relaxing already,” I say, taking my hands away from my face so I can gaze up at the skylight, at the stars and moon.
He starts kissing my knees, and then my thighs. My pulse starts to race. He wants to do that thing I won’t let him—or anyone—do. He kisses my stomach and my hipbones, circling in.
I relax my legs and let them push apart. I can do this. I can be vulnerable with Drew, because he’s not just anyone. He’s the guy I’m in love with, and I trust him.
He circles around, and then he’s between my legs with his mouth. It feels weird, for about a second. I tip my head back as my eyes roll up. Wow.
I have been missing out.
He’s unsure of himself, asking for a bit of guidance, and I’m happy to give it.
By the time he kisses his way back up my body and we move on to the next part, I’m like soft clay in his hands. He can do anything to me, and I’ll just be open and vulnerable, giving myself to him.
Tomorrow, I’ll probably get out those Velcro handcuffs I ordered online, and tie him to the headboard, but for tonight, I’m happy to lie under him and be made love to. Thoroughly and sweetly.
I gaze up into his eyes and whisper loving things.
He looks down at me like I’m an angel.
And for tonight, I suppose I am his angel.
I can take a break sometimes and let myself be uncomplicated.
THE END