Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

Names aside, she had been quite memorable. Finley smirked as he thought of their night together. She had been an awkward, bumbling and self-proclaimed virgin, openly keen on distracting and losing herself in their activities. He had found it rather endearing and he’d enjoyed himself, despite her inexperience. In fact, he was still feeling rather sated, seeing as they’d done it no less than three times in a row and he’d only begged off subsequent rounds out of a real fear that he might get rug burn.

When a pretty stranger literally wandered his way, looking utterly lost, Finley’s currently cowed libido made a valiant effort to perk up again. He sat up, then pushed onto all fours. He shook out his rusty pelt and approached, trying not to fall right into the white knight vs damsel in distress trope because how lame was that?

Hey! he greeted cheerfully, lifting a blackened leg off the ground to wave at her. His tail twitched too. You look a bit like how I feel: ‘what the hell am I doing and where am I going next?’ Finley quipped, pausing with a winsome smile to see what she’d say.