Phoenix Maplewood li pale [m]

totoro understood that this would be over when they parted, and whatever life mireille might soon carry would belong to her alone.
she suddenly grew emotional, to be regarded with such respect. in answer she drew closer, ruffling the side of the pretty muzzle gently with her own breath.
her laugh was low and rich.
easy now, somehow, knowing they would not see each other again. mireille crooned softly and now laid her second forepaw against the other of totoro's, kissing their throat with aching softness.
"lovemakin'," mireille whispered, finding it a gentle word and too apt for how she and her companion already touched one another.