Technicolor Fields

Lovers on a One-Way Trip...

“They don’t call me acid-tongue devil for nothin’, huh Sugar Babe?”

All it took was a sweet, careful kiss from Chris to pass the tab onto Kate’s tongue. The tan wolf gave her a moment to let it melt before they carried on, his hands caressing that white-furred face of hers. The two had been at it for half the night, and could’ve kept going had that little ray of orange sunshine not shone through her when it did.

“God, you’re looking all kinds of fuzzy.” Kate giggled, picking herself up off the mattress. She ruffled the black hair atop his head, his long black bangs going every which way.

“Know what my favorite thing to do is when I get all like this?” Chris asked softly.

She shook her head.

“Go for a drive.”