"Oof," exhaled Sam when Fritz landed, skin shifting from purple-red to a sullen gray-brown. " . . . drat. Fine. We have no shame but very good taste, and I," he pulled Fritz's head down, "have at taste for giant blue cat. Now."
There followed a motion that was not so much kissing as trying to eat Fritz's mouth.
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Date: 2007-07-02 01:51 am (UTC)There followed a motion that was not so much kissing as trying to eat Fritz's mouth.