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If she'd had one, Chip would have gotten out her "easy" button and put a paw on it to denote how easy this had been. The boys around here, jeez! Not that she was complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact. It worked in her favor that everybody around here was so loosey-goosey. He had taken her not-so-subtle hints, and she closed her eyes as he touched his muzzle against her own. The grumble sent a pleasant feeling through her skin, and the nip at her shoulder was a nice touch. He had definitely done this before, but then again, so had she.

Chip made no move to resist. In fact, she did the opposite, pressing her body against him and letting her tail flit this way and that. She was happy to bask in his attention, no matter how brief their encounter may be. Soft, muffled noises escaped from her throat, though there were no words for what she intended to get across. Chip was happy for him to take as much or as little time as he needed, though the former would benefit her more greatly.