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Bomb and Claw: Among Rats and Dukes

Atop a great building in an industrious city filled with tall buildings and the occasional factory with large smokestacks puffing out smog, a white furred weasel sat wearing a heavy grey cloak that was coiled around him like a blanket. Corvi hated the snow. His hometown of Cret was a warm and pretty place full of happy trees bountiful with fruit, and he never strayed too far from it, even for what he had considered the juiciest marks. He had only ever considered a quick ship's ride away, which may have limited him in whom he could steal from, but it never meant discomfort, or frozen whiskers or walking through fluffy bitter snow and cold stone. Still, if he remained near Cret he would have never found such a target, the manor of a duke, an old and powerful one at that, with plenty of guards, and plenty of loot to be taken. Normally Corvi wasn't into stealing from very high profile targets, usually that meant trouble, but far be it from him to deny Syrlla, his new partner that perhaps had him by the charred ear, and the balls. With a sigh he fingered the pommel of the sword beneath his cloak, remembering the fact that she had been kind with him when it came to their forced lessons of swordplay. Perhaps he'd need those lessons and the sword at his belt soon enough. Regardless he took a look through the spyglass in his free paw, starring with one eye at the manor sat square in the middle of the great city. It stuck out among the other buildings like a sore thumb, stone and brick laid perfectly compared to the chipped and grey buildings all around, with a wall around the perimeter. He could see that there were plenty of guards around the tall manor; crossbows, pikes, blades, and other equipment given out to each of the guards. Every guard was dressed warmly too, heavy scarves and cloaks, nothing cheap or itchy meaning they were probably paid well, no bribes would sway the various rats and stout badgers among the ranks of guards. Still, he would have never desired to grease any paws with his own gold, what type of thief would do that? With a sneeze he figured he had seen all he had needed to, an exterior far too guarded on the outside during the day, but perhaps they would have a bit of luck at night. First he would need to see what Syrlla thought, and so he stood upon the snowy rooftop and looped the spyglass through his belt before carefully getting on all fours to crawl over the edge of the building, opening the window and carefully bringing himself inside where Syrlla awaited sitting at a table, the biege furred feline sipping upon a mug of something steaming, her legs crossed, her eyes opening as she heard Corvi enter their little safe house among the city.

Syrlla waited until the window was closed and Corvi sat himself by the fire in their comfy little attic hideaway to speak, her clear blue eyes watching him carefully, "So? How does it look?"

Corvi snorted as he planted his rear firmly by the fireplace, sitting there, paws out to warm, "Shit. It looks like suicide and a half during the day. Pikes, crossbows, you name it. Badgers backing rats, all pretty bulky on the outside."

Syrlla switched which leg she crossed, her eyes shut in thought as she sipped again at the mug before setting it down and pushing it towards Corvi, inviting him over, "Well, we expected a lot of guards. The rumors were right about the suspicious old duke, now we just have to figure out how to get in there."

Corvi stood from the fire, the offer of something warm upon his throat far too inviting to pass up. Sitting at the table he took the mug carefully to sip at the hot cocoa while listening to Syrlla go on about getting into the mansion. For a moment he thought of just humoring her and asking if she had any bright ideas, but instead he decided to voice his protests early, "Dumb. Even if we get inside with the know how that the loot's on the third floor, we don't know who's gonna be waitin' there for us on the inside."

The beige furred feline simply smiled, as if Corvi had told her a cheeky little joke, and her reply came with a purr, "Oh yes, and isn't that the fun of it all? The danger?"

Those eyes of hers stared him down and he felt his heart pause for a moment before it began to thump like mad, his cheeks flustered, but he didn't show it, he spoke clearly, still contesting the point, "No. That isn't the fun of it. Go in, go out safe with a plan, as much loot as we can handle, but in this case, we wouldn't be goin' in with a plan, we'd be going in blind even if we could sneak in and we'd be comin' out in body bags with our tails and necks cut."

Syrlla kept that smile on her lips, and as she opened her mouth to speak Corvi cut the air with paw and claw, speaking again this time in a frustrated tone, "No! This one is too dangerous. You've been cartin' me cross-country and continent lookin' for higher marks, higher marks, but this is getting nuts. We don't need to risk our lives for a bit o' coin," He then sniffed as he looked away with crossed arms, mug still in paw as he pouted, "Plus I'm damn cold..."

For a moment it seemed as if the feline would remain quiet and placated, instead she simply leaned back in her seat and brought her paws together, her smile never fading as she looked Corvi up and down. Corvi was always hard to tug when he knew things were dangerous, but with a little bit of coaxing, sex, or a mixture of both he could be brought to see her light. This one little score would see them rise in infamy, or possibly die, that was true, but it was worth the risk. Plus, Syrlla loved the challenge above all else. Before Corvi could say another word or walk out on her she spoke calmly, her paw presented to him, "Now now, you haven't even heard my grand plan to get into the mansion. A plan that you yourself and your bombs should have a lot of fun with."

Corvi raised a brow, not saying a single word, but she could see that she had his interest at the very least. Striking while his interest was there she continued on, honey and venom in her words all in one, "You know. The old man takes pride in his factories I hear...And there just so happens to be one near the manor. What would happen if you dropped a couple of fiery explosives down one of the smoke stacks one night. Wouldn't that create a wonderful pyre?"

Caught. He had been caught. He knew he shouldn't have had any interest in such a foolish plan, but explosives and pyrotechnics were his art, his mastery, and at night it would shine so bright that the entire city would be able to see. What a wonder it would be in this snowy city, what a terrifying thing it would be as well; all that fire shining in the night against the snowy white! He could see the snow melting from the flames, the people in a panic, the fire billowing and rising like the smog from those smokestacks! What a wonderful thing. Lost in thought he hadn't realized that Syrlla had rose to stand at his side, leaning in close to give his cheek a soft peck, "So what do you say partner?"

Corvi felt his cheeks fluster further and he sighed, setting the mug down on the table and scratching at the back of his head, "I guess that sounds like a good idea, but, what will we do afterwards? No guarantee the old man's just gonna send his guards out to see what's goin' on. No guarantee at all."

Syrlla purred as she stepped around him, her paw atop of his head, "Listen darling, with all the chaos we can sneak in easy. I'll go in first so you won't have to worry about any nasty badgers, or big rats."

An outburst came from the weasel's lips that surprised the feline, "And leave you to fend for yourself in unknown territory? Are you looney? You may like danger, but you forget we're partners, we look out for each other, that means I look out for your tail just as much as my own."

A pang of warmth sprouted in Syrlla's chest, her eyes wide before she chuckled, "Corvi...Sweet thing, I can handle myself, you know that. I promise I'll come out just fine. We'll even set up a meeting point. I'll open a window at the back of the manor and you'll slip right through. Everything will be fine."

Corvi didn't seem convinced. His eyes were narrowed and his arms were crossed again. With a foot upon the table he rocked himself back and forth nervously. Setting fire to buildings as a distraction was a wonderful plan, splitting up wasn't great, and even if the first part was a wonderful plan that he enjoyed, he knew that this would see either one of them hurt or worse. He wasn't fond of losing his own life, but Syrlla had perhaps become something far more special in his life than he desired, but it was the truth. He cared and loved for her far more than just a simple thief's partner and seeing her dead wasn't exactly his idea of a great time, though knew not to coddle her. Syrlla was fantastic with a sword, better than he'd ever be, and she could move like no other creature he had ever seen.

Soft paws came to grip at his shoulders through the heavy linen of the cloak, claws digging in just enough to be pleasant as Syrlla tried to soothe Corvi, "Listen...It'll be dangerous I know, but you'd rather not have me going alone right?"

The chair nearly slipped from underneath Corvi as he heard that, his head turning back to see that her gaze was locked on his, a smirk stretching on her lips. She wouldn't dare, "You wouldn't go in alone you nutty cat."

Syrlla chuckled and rested her nose against his, her eyes shut as she whispered, "Try me."

Caught, caught, caught again by the temptress and devil that he had brought along with him against his better judgement. With a curse and a sigh he turned his head away from her and settled the chair, cloak drawn in close as he submitted, "I yield. We'll do this your way."

Syrlla clapped her paws together in merry triumph, "Perfect! We'll get ready right now, and tonight my dear Corvi, we'll rob ourselves a mansion and make a grand pyre together."

Corvi in response sighed and pulled a flask from his cloak, taking a long pull of it before setting it down. Syrlla took the flask from his paw before it came down upon the table and she took a drink, downing the rest of it, letting out a sigh as she tossed away the empty metal container to lean in and plant her lips against his. Her grip against his shoulders was tight, his eyes wide as her lips captured his. For just a moment their kiss was wild as fire, her mouth pressed to him formly, her paws bringing him in closer before she tore away from the kiss, her words coming out in a lusty purr, "We'll continue this when the job is done, in blood and fire if necessary, even if we should both go down...Doesn't that sound romantic."

Corvi gulped, eyes wide, heart thumping far too fast as he stuttered through his words, "I...You, I'd rather get through it alive and well, just, but yes."

Syrlla touched his cheek very lightly as she spoke, "Then get to work...Firebombs don't make themselves dear."

As she walked away Corvi clutched at his chest, his eyes looking to the ceiling for one moment as he thought of the dangers he was about to endure, all for his passion, and cock. Explosives, and a very dangerous woman.

The rest of the day was taken by both of them silently preparing. Corvi prepared his firebombs carefully. Powder, casing, and much more spread out on the table as he worked. Syrlla by the fireplace took stock of her weaponry, both of them had their trades, and they worked in silence as they honed them. Whetstone on blade, digits dusted in powder, both of them worked, a nervous tension filling the room, but neither said a single word. When night came they would have to perform perfectly, even Syrlla could feel the tension, and yet it only excited her. Corvi himself, however, was not as excited. His work only served as a distraction from his thoughts of doom and gloom. Hopefully they would get out perfectly fine, loot or not.

When the night fell both Corvi and Syrlla moved. Out of the window they crawled, clawing their way onto the roof of the building before separating. Corvi made his way from rooftop to rooftop with hook, claw and rope. The slippery surfaces of the icy and snow covered rooftops made for troublesome footing and even though his clothing was thick, his fur stood on end from the chilly wind, but he made his way to the building adjacent to the manor, the fat building with various smokestacks jutting out. Upon that factory top he found himself nearly slipping upon the slanted roof, digging his claws deep into ice along with the hook, wincing as he made his way up to the nearest stack. With a sigh he brought the cloth of his cloak over his snout, the fumes nearly enough to choke him. Beneath his cloak he felt over the casings that served to hold his bomb, his precious mixture. With a single toss he could get it in the stack and watch her blow sky high from a safe distance, he did choose a long fuse for a good reason. Taking a single bomb from his belt he pressed the fuse between two digits that bore rings of flint. He snapped his digits together and smiled as he watched the fuse light, sparks shining bright in the nighttime sky. With a fang filled grin and far too much excitement he lobbed the bomb over his head and up into the fat smokestack before hurrying away, slipping down the slanted roof and digging his hook at the edge of the building to begin descending with rope and hook in paw, he wouldn't be caught anywhere near the building when the bomb went off, but he'd be damn sure to see the fruits of his work.

Syrlla waited in an alley nearest to the manor in a shroud of shadows near a heavy crate. There she waited patiently and without movement, her eyes counting anyone that past by the alley. There was no doubt in her mind that Corvi would complete the plan and that waiting there with her tail in cold snow would actually serve a purpose rather than not. Sooner rather than later the fur upon the back of her neck stood upon end and she resisted the urge to leap into the air as suddenly she heard an eruption that practically shook the air. Fire lit the sky and for a moment even her face was illuminated in the dimly lit alleyway, but no one's eyes were upon her, all eyes were upon the great smokestack that had just blown open. Even from where she knelt she could see that the smog that had been billowing from the smokestack, was now a practical inferno of flame spewing bits of metal and stonework all over the place. How much powder did that fool pack into his explosives!? Far be it from her to tell him how to do his job, but perhaps this would lead to a bit too much collateral, and maybe even his own harm if he wasn't careful, but she had no time to worry about that, on with the plan.

What started out as a simple eruption, turned into a chain of explosions, attracting both the attention of workers and townsfolk, as well as the guards from within and around the manor. The plan was a literal booming success, but she couldn't stop to admire the view. Diving from the valley she made her way through the rushing crowd and against the manor wall. No one batted an eye, not even as she clambered over the finely made wall. Even as she landed upon the other side without much noise, she could see guards filing out of the gate in a panic, the duke himself making an appearance yelling orders and swinging his arms to and fro as he followed along the guards. She had been surprised. The old man had been a surprisingly fit rat, grey furred, but still active enough to move like lightning when his assets were threatened. They didn't look in her direction as she made her way around the building and to the back window that she and Corvi had agreed upon meeting.

With a small smirk she produced a glass cutter from a leather pouch upon her belt, a gift from Corvi. Normally she would have simply broken the glass with the pommel of her sword, but she had promised the weasel to be careful and so she made a circle gingerly in the glass, letting it fall before pushing her paw through to unhinge the window and pull it apart, looking inside to see a dimly lit hallway, wooden floor covered by long red carpets with golden colored embroidery, paintings lining the walls with various glass displays here and there. Already she could have just taken a grand steal from what she saw, but what they desired was on the third floor, and so she would wait there patiently for Corvi, or perhaps...Perhaps she would surprise Corvi gems and coin in paw. With a grin she slipped into the window, her paw feeling for the pommel of her sword beneath her cloak. Certainly she wasn't afraid of a little danger, and waiting had never been her strong suit.

Corvi himself had been thanking whatever had created him. He had been standing atop a rooftop near the factory and watching with spyglass when suddenly that smokestack had blown open with such force that it shook the roof he was on and he had nearly slipped. He had caught himself with claw upon the icy stone, his eyes wide as his spyglass fell to the ground below. Cursing quietly and huffing he began his climb down the building since he was already in the position to do so, a swell of pride and excitement moving through him as he remembered seeing that great puff of flame sprout free of that building. Now he just needed to meet with Syrlla and get this fool mission over with.

Corvi dashed and ran through the crowds of panicking people and workers without so much as a problem. They only seemed to see his handiwork and nothing else, and even the guards seemed more concerned about the factory and the various buildings caught in the collateral. Perhaps, perhaps he had gone a bit too far with his explosive display, but a distraction was a distraction and damn if he didn't do a good job at providing one. Even getting over the wall was simple with the great distraction he had made. Everything was easy, simple, nothing could go wrong, but he perhaps felt even more nervous than before. Over the wall and in the manor grounds he moved around towards the back where he found the window where Syrlla had been meant to meet him, but there was only an open window with a circle cut neatly into the glass. Cursing mentally and biting at his lower lip he looked around before diving into the window without a second thought. Syrlla was going to make him old with all of this excitement if she wasn't careful.

The manor was eerily quiet, but then again, most of the guards and even the duke had been out there trying to deal with the situation. Corvi himself was climbing stairs and searching rooms getting to the third floor to find Syrlla, ignoring items of high value with one thought in mind. He had to find that feline partner of his before she got herself into some sort of mischief. Even if she could take care of herself with that swordplay she touted as supreme, she couldn't hope to handle multiple guards twice her size. What was she thinking going in alone? It didn't make any sense! At the same time Corvi himself wasn't really in his right mind either. He was rushing through, making noise as he nearly knocked over desks and tables. He was in such a rush that he didn't notice the back of the rat he crashed into in the middle of a hallway.

Rubbing at his aching nose he stepped back just as the rat turned around, pike in paw, eyes narrowed as he hissed and thrust towards Corvi without even a single word given. Corvi reacted by throwing himself against the wall of the hallway, his chest heaving as the pike suddenly came crashing towards him. He jumped over it and rolled, drawing his sword clumsily just in time to parry the shaft of the pike coming towards his head. This would've been simple for Syrlla, she would have split this rat's skull, poked his eye or done something, but here he was! All Corvi could do was parry, duck and hop around like a fool while the rat stabbed at him and swung with that heavy pike. He couldn't remember anything that Syrlla had taught him about fighting opponents with longer reach, he could only remember to parry, parry and parry some more until his arms ached from the impact of the pike upon his smaller blade, his arms barely able to hold up by glancing blows, but he remembered then. Syrlla was in here by herself, if this guard was here standing, then where was she? She would need him? And he'd need to act fast! With a desperation he began to close the distance with every dodge, every leap over the shaft of that blade, using his speed to his advantage as he began striking back, grabbing his sword with two paws to thrust low at the rat's legs, causing him to snarl and try and bash aside Corvi's blade with the pike, but it wasn't enough. Corvi was far too low to the ground, and using his body to his advantage he sprung up and sliced the rat through leather and cloth, thigh and groin before leaping back, his own chest heaving, his heart thumping like mad.

The rat snarled and let out a squeal in pain, falling to one knee before slumping on the ground in a heap, twitching and growling obscenities while Corvi tried his best not to panic and immediately escape. He had to find Syrlla in all of this mess, "Wow, didn't think you took the lessons to heart." Came a voice from behind.

Corvi felt his heart stop and he dropped his sword as he turned around with a hop, "What in the fresh hells are you doing scaring me like that!"

Syrlla giggled just a bit. Her form stepping out of the dimly lit shadows to show that she wore pearls upon her neck and several rings upon her digits, "I was fine in here sneaking about, there are no guards darling, they are mostly out there taking care of business and here we are dear. No need to panic so much."

Corvi breathed, sighing and slumping just a bit as he moved to embrace her firmly, an action which brought Syrlla's brows up, "Corvi...I didn't know you loved me so much." She teased.

Again a surprise came as she heard his voice shaking with a mixture of anger and something else, "Don't do that. Plans are there for a reason..."

Syrlla smiled just a bit, her eyes half lidded as she planted a paw upon the top of his head, "I'm sorry Corvi...Maybe I've been a bit too pushy, then again, I'm not the only extreme one, look at you! Rushing in here by yourself for me!"

Corvi snorted as he stepped away from the embrace, "I--Well, like I said, we're partners."

Syrlla brought up her paw, staring at the rings upon it with a small smile, her own cheeks flustered as she spoke, "Keep this up weasel, and partners we will be...Next time you'll have to get me a ring better than these though." As she began to trot away, Corvi gaped, his eyes wide as he stood there pausing before following after Syrlla, whose tail was swaying from side to side as they made their way out of the manor.

Syrlla indeed was not as calm as she appeared on the outside. Her heart raced as they continued on out of the manor and into the busy streets. The gate had been left ajar and though the fire had been contained, all attention was on snuffing out the grand destruction that Corvi had started. Their steps were quiet, but quick as they moved to their safehouse. She had essentially offered a marriage proposal to Corvi, and she wasn't really sure why. Syrlla had never wanted to be tied down by another, which was partially why she dragged Corvi around by the ear, but the more she thought about it, the more she thought that she needed Corvi by her side. Her powerful insistence that he learned how to fight with a sword had been at first a joke, a joke that had evolved into a genuine concern for her partners safety, and now this. He had gone practically wild and out of his nature to come save her, and though she was never in danger, her heart thumped as she thought of him rushing in there like that, his first blood, for her.

Through the window the pair of thieves stepped into the safe house. Syrlla tossing the collective jewels and pearls upon the table stepped around the table to start the fire, distracting herself from those thoughts of marriage. What a silly thing. Besides, Corvi was more in it for his balls than anything else, even if he actually did care for her, they were thieves, partners in crime, nothing else.

Corvi moved in to examine the several things that they had taken from the mansion as a way of distracting himself. A lot of jewels that could be taken from the rings, necklaces and whatever and be sold by themselves. It would be the perfect haul. Looking at the rings though he remembered what Syrlla had hinted at, his paw coming out to feel over one of the many rings with a fine sapphire on it, a silver band holding it. Fingering it lightly he brought it up between his digits before looking over to Syrlla by the fire. His eyes closed he found himself trailing step by step closer to her, around the table and to by the fire where she leaned to warm her paws. Quietly he began to speak, "You know...What you said before Syrlla, did you really mean it?"

Syrlla's eyes widened for a moment before she composed herself and stood straight, "What do you mean Corvi, I say many things."

Corvi brought the ring up to his eyes, twisting it from side to side as he continued, "Bout' that suggestion of marriage. Y'know, partners besides just in crime. Cuz I don't think I'd mind that."

Syrlla felt her heart begin to pick up in beat, her paw clamping upon her sword for strength as she tried to talk her way through this, "I...As flattering as that is. I'm not sure either one of us really wants to settle down."

Corvi thought about it for moment, eyes closed before he turned to look at her with an intense glare. He then took her free paw in his by the wrist and placed the ring upon her open palm, closing it around the ring before he spoke with conviction, "When I get my own ring. I'll propose. I'll take somethin' myself, either through gold or stealin', I'll get a ring worthy of you, and I'll make you more than just my partner out in the streets. Back at Cret, on a boat, we'll get married, you'll see."

Syrlla felt her heart stop there, her eyes wide again, her lips unable to form the words to counter such a bold proposal, and so instead she tossed the ring to the table without even looking and threw herself at Corvi, her arms around his shoulders, her lips against his firmly. What a foolish thing to be so madly in love with a man who could barely wield a blade, and yet he was the only man she had ever desired to stay around for more than one second, she wanted him in her life as a constant, for now and forever.

Corvi had expected perhaps a feline fist to his chin, or perhaps for her to laugh it off as the joke he thought she might have been playing, but instead he found his mouth firmly locked with hers, his own paws moving to clasp at her hips beneath the cloak she wore. Together they moved without breaking the kiss, nearly knocking over a chair as they pushed and moved to the cot in the corner of the attic, their digits working desperately together to unclasp leather, to push aside cloaks and disrobe entirely. It had been the most clumsy, and yet passionate kiss they had shared, and when they finally broke free Corvi was upon his back fully nude with a heated and naked Syrlla atop of him, her eyes half lidded, her mouth open as she breathed out, her paws gripping into his shoulders tightly as she spoke in the barest of whispers, "You beautiful moron...I told you you'd never have me, and yet look at me, look at me making that little pass, and you teasing me with that ring there. You'd better find a sapphire bigger than both of my fists," she then brought herself closer, purring as her nose touched his, "But, if you're proposing so boldly, I can't help but want to say yes. I should have just dropped you, left you alone, but I want you to stay nice and close by my side Corvi," a sudden shudder came over Syrlla, her paws tightening upon his arms, "And you were scared for me? You were so passionate and brave for me? I was scared for you seeing that damn inferno and hearing all those screams. Idiot..."

Corvi couldn't contain himself. Both of his paws moved to grip at her wrists, his mouth capturing hers again as they both had no need for anymore words. Syrlla eased herself into position, her cunt over his cock, the tip of his member touching her entrance as she brought herself down upon it, edging it slowly inside as their kiss continued through the loving connection. Typically she wanted it rough, she wanted it fast and without stop, but this time she brought herself upon him slowly, her hips shuddering as their mouths and tongues danced. Corvi shuddered as he felt his cock push into her warm folds, his paws moving now to grip at her hips rather than her wrists, her own paws moving to stroke over his ears and hold onto his cheeks as their kiss further deepened, their mouths only parting for quick heated breathes that could be seen through the cold attic air before they went back at it.

Syrlla hips were moving soon, up and down upon the cock of her lover and partner, their bodies grinding against one another again and again as their mouths continued that passionate kiss, tongues darting and twisting against one another's. In their heat they desired not to think about the little things, where they were, or the cold of the attic only offset by the small fireplace, they only cared about each other's embrace. They continued on with their love, hips pushing against one anothers, with Corvi's cock fully inside of Syrlla's pussy, their lovemaking sounding off against the walls with wet slaps as their hips met again and again with an intensity that slowly began to rise from loving and gentle to passionate and quick. Already Syrlla could feel her insides tighten, her body quivering as she felt her first orgasm hit, her lips pulling away to let out a mewling moan that only seemed to bring more intensity to the way that Corvi thrust inside of her.

Different, it felt far too different, and he loved every second of it. Usually her paws upon him were rougher, her fangs would come out to bite him in a tease, and yet here she was mewling and purring upon him as if she were tame. He felt her hips continued to rock back and forth even as she came, her lips meeting his again for another passionate kiss, their bodies locked against one another. Certainly she had treated him well before, but he could feel the love, and that was why he could stand it, he couldn't pull away, and so he thrust himself deep inside of her, his balls twitching along with his throbbing cock inside of her as he came.

Warmth spread inside Syrlla and she shuddered, moaning to his mouth, her paws holding onto his cheeks as she continued to kiss him, her hips planted firmly upon him as she took in every drop. They had been careful about pulling out ever since their first little scare, but Corvi hadn't pulled out of her this time, and she would not have let him. She needed him, needed his love just as much as he needed her and so with that done she pulled her lips away to say the words, "I love you Corvi."

Corvi breathed out, his paws reaching around to pull her tight against his body, the only warmth they needed each other as he spoke to her ear, his eyes shut, "I love you too..." He then shuddered and opened his eyes as he felt a chill between his legs, "But...Can we maybe get the covers over us? Don't think my winter coat is grown in fully yet."

Syrlla chuckled and moved to pull the covers over their bodies, both of them shifting so they were nestled together against one another underneath the covers of the cot, nose to nose, paws locked together as they silently went to sleep after a job well done, and after their proposal had been made and accepted between the two of them. A plan for getting out of the city could wait, for now they basked in the afterglow of their love, together there as thieves and as future husband and wife.