Duck Lake Riveted

Now kiss!

A thin whine made Turq's ears quiver and she looked speculatively at Rivet's face. It seemed the sound had come out unbidden. Words followed it, most notably an apology. She thought she would savor this moment, relish in her victory, yet instead Turquoise found herself rushing to meet one apology with another.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry too," she crooned, stepping forward and nuzzling the velveteen fur beneath Rivet's ear, then nudging her to coax her to look up again. "What a stupid fight," she mused quietly with a dry laugh once their eyes met. She held her former flame's gaze for a long moment, then added, "I can't stay mad at you, not with those pretty eyes and not with that pretty face."

And just like that, she fully closed the space between them. Rivet fit perfectly into the crook of Turq's throat as the tawny she-wolf slid her neck overtop the smaller DeMonte's head. A stockinged foreleg lifted to wrap around Rivet's shoulder, tugging her even closer, and Turquoise buried her muzzle in the back of her companion's neck, breathing in her scent. After a moment, she inched backward just far enough to place a lick on Rivet's black cheek.

"Let's get back together," she murmured, then more loudly and jokingly, "Can we get back together now, please?" Her lips twitched. "And let's never fight again," Turq added, the sentiment genuine, even if she knew, deep down, that their relationship would always be passionately volatile on some level and that, in all likelihood, they would rinse and repeat this entire scene.