Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

it was a bit disappointing when his chest left her pawpads. her eyes climbed up him instead, until she had to crane her head to look him in the eye, as he lip-shat the sweetest words the mastiff'd ever heard.

to her, he was a snake oil salesman, and she a seventy-two years old woman who refused to see a doctor because facebook said the statoscope would suck out her soul. there were no words to describe how fully she fell for his every syllable. sometime halfway trough it, diesel was hyuck-hyuck giggling, intertwining her toes and twisting her legs.

"awww, you're jusht shaying that." she threw back one floppy ear with her paw, grinning. "hoh hany girlsh get this shheech too, hm?" but it was fully a joke; she was already into it. 

she leaned in again.

"you know, i don't dishcrihinate..." she drawled, eyes warm with flattery taken. "ih you're not too shelh-conchioush to get it uh, we can shtill..." she reached out a paw to touch him again.

her tongue rolled out to lick her lips, as she side-eyed a nearby boulder.

i am so sorry for everything she is