Swiftcurrent Creek Against my own advice

Arric tried like mad to keep himself on a short leash. Arlette had to have noticed hia idocricy. But he was trying to behave. It wasn't his friends fault they were men. Even if at the moment it pissed him off.

He was juat sort of lulling himself into a small dose of a routine when she sidled up to him. And it was like a live wire. His fur shifted, and he turned his head quickly. Eyes tracing across her face, and pelage.

He snaked his head sround hers and slowly smoothed hia jaw down her neck and back.

Don't i know it. he joked, but his voice was a little lower octave. 

What you up to today, lovebug?