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When I first come to, everything feels hazy; leftover thoughts from the scattershot dreams I'd had are left looping in my mind against my wishes, and I begin to realize there's no hope of getting any more sleep like this. With that settled, I redouble my efforts on focusing, coming to my senses, and figuring out exactly what's going on. Before I can process what my eyes are telling me, my nose gives me an answer to my situation first with a new, now-familiar scent in the air: Clover's, almost like coconut oil or a spritz of vanilla. I'm still clutching her left arm like it's my favorite plushie from my childhood years. Well, teenage years, I should say. ...okay, okay, fine, I never really stopped holding that thing to sleep until I'd begun living with Penn. There's just this feeling of comfort and security knowing someone you care about is close by, and the little stuffed lamb made a good surrogate for that feeling before I could put my finger on what exactly I was enjoying so much about holding it.

That aside, I can hardly believe what's happened. I'm not sure what came over me when I cuddled up to Clover on the couch, and I'm not sure she did either, considering she didn't even lay her hand on my shoulder like I'd expected. Despite that, she wound up not only entertaining my selfish wish to stay with her, she took it a step further and invited me to stay in her room... where I promptly pushed my luck even further, to the point where I don't think there's even a shred of doubt that I've done something I can't take back. I carefully remove my left arm from my cuddle partner, letting my eyes settle on the ring finger of my left hand. A ring sits there, fit snugly to it and inset with an amethyst, similar to the necklace I sometimes wear. My... wedding ring. I can only hope Clover didn't feel it through her fur; she doesn't need more reminders of who exactly just shared a bed with her in a way I'd be hard-pressed to justify as platonic.

Still, the weekend's not here just yet. It's Friday, leaving it just around the corner, but I'll still be expected to head into the office. ...I really don't want to go, but... even if I don't, there's some things I'll need to take care of first. So, reluctantly, I decide to untangle myself from Clover, careful not to wake her; she's no morning person, and I've probably woken up pretty early thanks to what I'm used to, even without my alarm. As I manage to rise out of the bed and carefully step over her onto the floor, I turn around, pulling the covers back over her. She's fidgeting just a bit in her sleep towards the spot in the bed where I was only seconds ago, grumbling weakly... it's kind of flattering, honestly. Seeing that, I take one little risk in all this, leaning down to gently brush her hair out of her face. There... I couldn't ask for a more peaceful expression to accompany her continued rest.

Walking towards the door, I notice my clothes, folded on the floor where I left them. I could change back into them, but I have no intention of going anywhere, and I somehow doubt my present company will mind. ...i-is that really the thought process here, Bonnie? Walk around bottomless and without a bra, even after admitting to yourself that you've probably taken this too far already? Despite the debate raging in my head, I've already ascended the stairs at this point, so it seems I can tell which option won before the doubt even had a chance to creep in.

After finally reaching the living room, I quickly find my phone in my purse, next to an empty tea mug on the side table close to where I'd been seated last night. Time is... 7:26 AM. Gah, figures my body would wake me up mere minutes before my alarm would've been relevant. At least it's late enough that the early morning assistants should be in the office already. With that in mind, I give work a call, informing them I'll be taking a mental health day. Thankfully, I'm able to brush off the follow-up questions by blaming it on the fallout of Valentine's Day, which isn't inaccurate. I add that I'll probably still be able to handle most of what I'd get in my work email, and they seem satisfied with that; I'm lucky that our current projects for the week are mostly done already.

There's one more call I'll need to make, but it can wait. I'd rather eat something first, and he might not be up by now anyway. As I head to the kitchen, I've got a decent idea of what I'll be making for myself, though it's nothing special this time... not a good time to impose, Bonnie. I check a few cabinets, and sure enough, there's a half-remaining loaf of sliced whole wheat bread. A pair of slices get tossed in the toaster nearby, temperature's set to hopefully hit my preference of "firm but not very dark" toast, and I gather up a plate, a knife, and the strawberry jam. A few minutes later, I'm already at the table, enjoying the simple taste of sweet strawberries, given a bit of warmth from the toasted bread. Clover might like this too, but she can handle it when she awakens, I'm sure.

My breakfast eaten, I go check my purse for my phone charger, settling in where Clover usually sits to take advantage of the wall outlet near her seat. All I can really do is brush up on our game before I need to try and make that phone call. It seems that every six months or so, all of the units, theming, and gimmicks get swapped out for new ones, so I want to be informed on what information they've released already. Scrolling through it all, I stop on a pink-haired, lavender-furred wolf in a tight, white dress with black accents. Were that all, I might've kept scrolling, but... I can see thorny vines weaving together around her, travelling up her arms and blooming into black, inky roses with a sinister pink glow in their centers. Now THIS... this I can get behind. Seems the upcoming theming will have faction wars between various syndicates, and hers takes their power from something a bit more sinister than the rest. Before I realize how long I've been thinking about how best to equip her as a carry and build a team around her, my phone interrupts me with an incoming call. Seeing who it is, I feel a lump form in my throat... ohhhhh, let's just get this over with...

"Hey, um... haaaaah, what is it, Penn?"

"...look, Bonnie, even if we didn't exactly end last night on good terms, I'd like to think it's still reasonable for me to try and check that you're okay, wherever you are. Even if I can hazard a guess." Mmph... well, at least we won't have to dwell on where I am and... and why. Oh god. A sigh escapes me as I resign myself to just being open about this.

"Yes, Penn... I'm at Clover's. She made me tea, we watched a show we'd been working on, and then we turned in for the night."

"And did you two... gah, no, that doesn't matter! Are you feeling better, regardless?" ...feeling better? After all that happened? Well, yes, the parts with Clover, anyways. But the parts he knows about? Hmph.

"Penn, I really, REALLY hope you're not expecting me to be over it just because I ended the night on a high note. A VERY high note at that, for your information."

"T-Then you... hngh. Look, I know I can't take back what I asked of you. I also know I can't expect you to forgive me, regardless of how foolish I feel for pushing it that far. But... I have to try."

"Do you?" In my disdain, I catch myself asking a similar question to his from last night. I doubt I'll regret it as much as he does his, though.

"...excuse me?"

"I said, do you? Do you have to try, really? Is it some sort of obligation? Some instinctual need to hold onto what you nearly tossed out?!"

"What?! No, I-" I can't think straight anymore. Even if he called with the best of intentions, I can feel myself getting worked into a frenzy running through last night's events alongside his reasoning. Clover was right, dammit. That wasn't fair.

"Oh, believe me, I'm FULLY aware of what line I crossed before our little incident last night, but that? I was scared out of my wits. I felt like trash, as if never being able to get a straight answer on all my efforts didn't already do that, but NOPE! It got worse, SOMEHOW!!"

"Wait, what do you-"

"I meant every word I said, Penn. Clover's always made sure I felt good, appreciated, on top of the damn world! From day one, even when I was drunk and dazed, she made sure I felt that way. No riddles, no games, no bullsh- I-I mean nonsense, I KNOW what she's telling me when she says it and it feels GREAT!"

"H-Hold on, why don't you think I-" ...no. No, no, no. I'm done with this right now. All that, and he's unsure? Let's give him a little taste of Clover's honesty, then.

"BECAUSE I DON'T SPEAK WHATEVER LANGUAGE YOU THINK YOU'RE SO DAMN FLUENT IN, PENN!!"

"...Bonnie, I-I..."

"'A classic?' How am I supposed to figure that one out, it's a casserole! 'I couldn't think of anything more fitting?' Neither could I when I picked those caramels to practice on, that was the POINT, that doesn't tell me anything! Nothing feels good anymore coming from you, it's all some farce instead of just saying what you meant like back when we were first starting out."

"I don't know what to say, I... I thought I was getting better."

"Well, for as much as you can read me, I guess you just forgot how to put that information to good use, huh?"

"...look, if that's the problem, maybe we can-"

"Penn."

"Y-Yes?"

"Do you really think I want to hear that right now? Like we can snap our fingers and fix everything?"

"...no. No, you don't."

"Good to hear you've figured that out, at least. To be quite clear, I don't know what I'm going to do. Except for discussing all this with Clover, of course. She's still sleeping, right where I left her. Oh, and your burning little question you kept cutting off about us?"

"Bonnie, you don't have to-"

"Cuddled. Slept in her bed, with her. I even welcomed myself into it. Surprised her a bit with that one. Not quite as far as you were guessing, was it?" I hear a defeated sigh on the other end of the line. I can guess what he thought. Hmph.

"...no. No it wasn't, and that- that wasn't fair of me, either."

"Nice to hear you get it. Now, I can't stay here forever; I've only got the one outfit, and washing it over and over is just a waste. I'll be over there, say... tomorrow, maybe. I'll figure out what I'm doing by then. You can be there, or you can let yourself out for the day. Either works for me. Maybe the wind will have left my sails by then and I'll be less miffed, who knows, but how I feel about all this? That won't change. I can assure you of that."

"Alright. I guess I'll see you then, Bonnie. ...and please, enjoy your time there. I mean it."

"I intend to, Penn. See you then." Finally over... and of course, now's when I come down from that high and realize what all I've just spouted to him. I... admitted to him what I did. And tore into him, with little chance to respond. Ohhhhhh god... if there was any chance of fixing this before, there isn't now. Am I... am I ready for this? Moving on, just like that, after years together? What am I supposed to do...?

My worries are set aside for a moment as I realize I can hear footsteps in the hall... much closer than they should be, and hesitant. I can see where this is going, whether or not I like it.

"You can come out now, Clover." Her presence given away, I hear those steps get closer, faster. Once they round the corner, I see that amidst her groggy expression, she looks a bit awkward and is clutching a hand to her upper arm, rubbing it nervously. She almost looks... guilty. That look suits me better right about now, I think...

"I-I didn't hear that much, I swear, I just kinda... heard you yelling. Got worried. Didn't know what was happening, but... I think I get it."

"...you could probably assume, yes. And we really should talk about all this, Clover."

"Yeah, yeah I... yeah. We should." Her posture still seems apprehensive, but there's a bit of resolve showing through now. She starts walking to the kitchen, and I follow her as far as the dining table.

"Before that, though, you want anything, Bone?"

"Oh, no thanks. Already ate, just had some toast and jam."

"...huh, that's it? I'll probably follow your lead there, but... I'm almost surprised."

"To be blunt, Clover, I... don't know how long I'll be here. I don't want to take any more than I absolutely need until this is all figured out." In the middle of getting the bread out, I see her freeze for a moment when I tell her that. She looks back at me, concern written all over her. Part of me wants to say she's a bit displeased with the situation, but... that look of worry on her face is aimed right at me, rather than off into space, like she's more worried about how I'm taking this and what will happen to me than what she's going to do if she's stuck playing host. That... might be the best sign I could hope for on this matter. A few minutes later, she's sat down with her own toast, though she opted for the orange marmalade instead of the jam.

"So... any suggestions for what's first, Bonnie?" Passing the baton for this talk, she takes a bite of her toast. I can tell she's enjoying it like most of her reactions to sweets, but she's being careful to keep her composure for our little... no, our LONG talk ahead. Readying myself, I rest my arms on the table and clasp my hands together.

"Well, first I... wanted to ask what I think might be the most pressing issue here: what are we, Clover?" As much as she was trying to stay composed for this, Clover winds up blushing hard at that and choking on the bite of toast she was about to swallow. I bolt up, about to go get her some water, but she just holds a hand up while she's keeled forward on the table, as if telling me not to bother. Sure enough, despite my concern, she gets ahold of her breathing in the next minute.

"I know, I'm sorry to spring that on you, Clover, but I- even if I do feel a bit odd about what I did last night, no matter how I think about it, I can't bring myself to regret it. And considering your reaction to when I, um... made myself at home, I wanted to know if you felt similarly." She's still breathing a bit heavily from that delivery down the wrong pipe, but she takes a deep breath, then releases it to ready herself for what to say next.

"To be honest, Bonnie? I was kind of panicking most of the way through that. It felt like my actions were going faster than I could keep myself in check. Hell, even just asking you to my room was like that, it just kinda HAPPENED and I'd thought I had completely screwed up. I fully expected you to run off somewhere else thinking I was a creep or something, maybe get a hotel instead of dealing with me. That, though, that was... I wouldn't have traded what actually happened for the world." Ohhhh, so the smooth talker from last night was freaking out, was she? Now that's a cute surprise... one that will hopefully make her receptive to this next bit.

"Neither would I. And that's kind of why I wanted to check if you wanted to... well, I don't know how I'd phrase it but... be t-together...?" Her folded ears, now standing at attention, give away her excitement for a moment, but she calms herself enough to ask what I probably should've expected was coming next.

"What about... about Penn? I mean, you two are... well..." Her gaze wanders to my hands, and I know exactly what she's looking at. I wince a bit, then reach for the ring, and I... I take it off, in front of her. I hold it up, staring, turning it to look at the gem and the engraved patterns in the band. They're nothing special, just some pleasing swirls, but... the day I received it felt magical. Like everything was coming together, now and forever. ...if only it could be that simple, but then again, I wouldn't be sitting here with Clover, discussing something that could be like living that feeling all over again. Perhaps for the better this time, if what she's done for me is a mere teaser of what we could be like.

"I know you said you didn't hear most of that call, but... take a guess how that went, Clover. I don't think that's... well, it certainly can't be like we used to be. I'll be dealing with the fallout for who-knows-how-long, but ultimately, I think... that's over." With that final assurance, I set the ring down on the table, between us. Seeing that, her eyes go wide, flitting between the ring, my hand, and my face. What comes next is up to her, but... I have my hopes.

"B-Bonnie, I... well, if you're gonna just lay it all out like that, then I... I...!" Her nerves seem to reach their peak, just before she pauses a moment; after that, it's like the tension melts away, and she looks at me with the most gentle, loving expression I've seen from her yet. It's... oh my, I feel like I could walk on clouds, knowing what's coming next...!

"...heh, like I'd say anything but yes. So there you have it, Bonnie. You have a girlfriend. How does it feel, big gal~?"

"I-It, um, it's... heeehehee, I just...!" Aaaaaaand I'm a complete mess. Nothing coherent's leaving my mouth, no matter how hard I try. I'd been avoiding terms like that, and she just has to go and call herself my... m-my girlfriend. Ooooh, even just thinking about it sends a tingly jolt down my spine, I can barely think straight!!

"Gonna take that as a good sign, you adorable little angel. Wanna get a quick taste of the feeling before we have to figure the rest of this out?" As she says that, she reaches a hand forward, nudges the ring to the side, and offers me an open palm. It'll just be a simple thing, but... I need it so badly, the more I think about it.

"...I'd like that. I'd like it a lot, beautiful~" Drawing a light blush from her, I reach my own hand forward to meet hers. As we clasp them together, I feel her gently rubbing her fingers against mine, affectionately stroking through my fur. I make sure to return the gesture, hoping she feels even half as good as I do right about now. I can feel myself burning up, blushing harder than I have in a long while, all from this feeling and staring down at our hands, exploring each other.

"Now then... I know you're loving this, and I sure as hell am, but we do need to talk about how this is all gonna work, you know..." Awww... alright, then. Much as I hate to do it, I begin letting go, allowing my fingers to trail along her palm and up her own digits as I pull away. There'll be time for that later. Plenty of time.

As the morning marches on, everything from food to rent to storage comes up. Neither of us can be sure how it'll all play out in execution, but the planning itself seems to go more easily than I'd expected. I'm... going to be staying here. It turns out that Clover rents the place, but it's not an issue for our needs since rentals allow up to two occupants per bedroom. I certainly count two of us, anyway, not sure where anyone else would be hiding, hmhm~

"...oh right, and uh, one last thing, Bonnie. How are we gonna tell Ky about all this...?"

"Hm? Well, I mean... it'll be a decent bit to process for her, but I'm not sure what would be difficult about it."

"Ah. Right. You wouldn't have known. Well, uh..." Hm? What's going on here? Did... did Kylie get herself involved with us? Why?

"You know how protective she is of you, right? Like... REALLY protective. Made sure I knew that there'd be dire consequences if I ever hurt you, which especially came up when I, ah... kinda, sorta... got really enthusiastic about the idea of you inviting me over for dinner while I was calling her. Aaaaaand she read me like a book, figured out I was crushing on you HARD, and repeated her warning. I promised her I'd never cross that line myself, and... well, you can probably figure out why I was so nervous to touch you at first when you'd laid your head on my lap. Felt like dancing with death, ha!" ...great. Seems Kylie's overzealous streak extends to her close friends, even. Still, with what I've seen her do to people who've legitimately wronged me, it's... oh dear. Maybe I should fill Clover in on that...

"You know what, fair point. I could name a pretty solid example, too, if you'd like."

"Giving me a preview of what's in store if we mess up, eh?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that, this one was way worse than anything like what we've done, I'm sure. Just... you might want a full grasp of how far she was willing to go at one point." I see Clover swallow hard, nervous for what's coming next. I can't blame her, with what I'm planning to explain.

"Alright then... shoot."

"Okay. It was back during high school. Kylie and I were tied at the hip since middle school, and even that far into the nonsensical mess of stupid teenage drama that we call high school, it was no different. I wound up dating here and there, but Kylie never found anyone I know of. Honestly, it seemed like everyone she knew besides me was just an acquaintance she could maybe get some help from with schoolwork occasionally, so I don't know who she would've even tried getting with. Regardless, at the start of senior year, I'd just begun dating this athletic coyote boy. I think his name was David...? Point is, we were teenagers. As such, we were prone to stupidity, and he'd decided his own way of expressing that would be to dump me like a sack of bricks the moment one of the cheerleaders took him behind the bleachers."

"Yeaaaaah, sounds like teenagers. Especially the dumb jocks who seem to get it in their head somehow that nothing applies to them. Avoided those guys like the plague back in my own run of it all."

"If only I'd thought of that then, Clover. At any rate, I went to Kylie, cried it out with her, we went for ice cream, everything's going fine. Then, the next day, I couldn't find her at our usual spot during lunch. Strange, but I brush it off and text her to ask if anything's wrong. I don't get a response until a few hours later, when she tells me that- get this- she's been SUSPENDED. I try to ask her why, but she just says to meet at her house, by her bedroom window instead of going through the front door. I got there, and... Clover, her knuckles were all bandaged up. Both hands. Her forehead was bruised a bit too, though that was harder to see, especially under the black half of her fur."

"...wait, don't tell me, she-"

"Beat the living hell out of David during lunch? Yeah. Found where he ate in one of the hallways, confronted him, and I don't know what got it to that point, but she threw him against the lockers and let loose. Left his teeth a bloody mess and his face a swollen lump. His friends were either too scared of her or had run to get teachers, who pulled her off of him when they finally arrived. Honestly, even with how far she'd taken it, I... still kind of felt catharsis from knowing what that jerk had been put through. I spent a while just comforting Kylie; she tried to act tough about it, proud even, but I could tell her parents had come down hard on her for that stunt. Her father especially..." A shudder ripples its way through my body at the thought of him. Of all the things Kylie got to leave behind when she left for college, he was probably the highest on her list. As far as what he'd done, from what Kylie told me, it was pretty much all verbal and emotional abuse, nothing physical. That didn't make him any better of a father, though... and Clover doesn't need to know those details.

"Wow, I... gah, Ky's been through the wringer, hasn't she? Guess it's nice to know what's gonna happen if I royally screw this up..."

"W-What? Oh, no, nono, I don't think Kylie has it in her to do something like that ever again. Especially not now that we're at that age where something like that would be worth an arrest. She was pretty shaken from the whole thing, regardless... but if there's anything you can think of that would help us in talking to her, I'd suggest you speak now. Kylie may never get violent again, but she'll still make sure whatever she does will hurt like hell some other way if she feels this is wrong."

"...I've gotta be honest, Bonnie, even with how long I've known her, I've got nothing for ya. The only thing I know about her relationships is her own hangups with intimacy and the times I tease her relentlessly about that cute little void girl she's hooking up with, neither of which are gonna help here." Hangups...? Well, yes, those might not help, but this is the first I've heard of them. I'd like to think Kylie would've told me if that was becoming a problem for her...

"Can I ask what those hangups are, at least?" Clover narrows her eyes a bit, a tinge of regret that she'd brought it up at all showing through.

"Bare essentials, and that's it. You may be her best friend, but some stuff should stay close to the chest when I learned it the way I did. All you need to know is... we first met as a hookup, things got going, I misread her, and it spiraled from there. The only reason we stayed in contact and became friends after that is because I worked my ass off on aftercare to make up for that screw-up."

"Alright, then. I understand, Clover, and thank you for even giving me that much. Kylie... keeps these sorts of things to herself, but I'd rather be able to help her when she needs it, you know?"

"When she needs help, huh? Yeaaaaah, you'll have trouble with that, the little bunny is one tough firecracker, but she HATES people seeing her all vulnerable. You've got your work cut out for you!"

"True, true... still, what's our plan with her? I don't want to put strain between you two if I can help it. Our best chance to let her know will be during her break at 1:00 PM today, maybe inviting her over for an in-person talk. How to handle that next part, though..." Clover, remembering she still hasn't finished her breakfast, decides to work on that while coming up with a solution. I could probably talk to Kylie myself, but it'd be best if we agreed on whatever plan we chose.

"Alright, Bonnie. I think... I should be the one to talk with her most. You'd be nearby, of course, but I was the one who promised her about all this; if anyone's going to take heat for it, it should be me. I'd like to think I know her pretty well, too, so I'm no slouch there. Sound like a plan?"

"Okay... okay, Clover. I'm not going to stand by silently if you try to just take the fall, though. Let's be clear there."

"Well, I'd hope not, especially considering your part in it! You've got some smooth goddamn moves on you, ya know that, Bone~?" Hehee... well, that's true. Speaking of which... I heard a little something earlier that I'm never gonna let her NOT explain~

"Oh, that reminds me... what was that you said got Kylie to repeat her warning? Something about... a little crush? Oh, no, I'm pretty sure you said a BIG crush, kitty~" Narrowing my eyes at her with a playful look, I sit there and revel in her face turning a deep crimson as she lets out a little nervous mewl. Oh, this'll be great!

"W-Well, I- I mean, it's just- oh come on, LOOK at you, Bone, you think anyone with half a mind to appreciate a fine woman ISN'T gonna at least try with you? You want some evidence, take a look at your office's local sapphic; before Jill got focused on Ky, you can damn well bet she had her eyes on you, especially with the view she had of your huge, round, juicy- ...e-er, you know, the view from being elevated on a barstool. Just a certain appeal to it. Nothing specific." Oh, that's VERY specific, pretty kitty... I'll need to remember that for later!

"Ohhhhh, so even back then, there was something you REALLY wished you could have, wasn't there~?"

"...let's be clear, you were a joy to talk to, on top of that. Haven't had someone to be that animated with about my old digital flame in ages, especially when you didn't even have a history with the game. The way you asked to join me was adorable, too, let alone you clearly being out of your element ordering something at a bar. Had I not known who you were or seen that ring on your finger, you can bet that I'd have invited you home even if you didn't get plastered and panicky." Now, this... this I can work with. Discussions are all taken care of, as far as I'm concerned. There's time to explore our new status quo.

"Oh? Well, then..." I get up from the table, heading over to the couch, much to Clover's confusion. I set myself down on her seat, lean on the armrest... and stare straight at her.

"...just what would you have done if I were single, Clover?" Realizing what's going on, Clover's ears shoot up as high as they'll go, her feline pupils reduced to mere slivers. Given a moment, though, she composes herself, and a new look settles on her face... one of mischievous hunger, as she gets up from the table herself to slowly walk towards me, a noticeable sway to her movements, all the way down to her tail.

"Well, let's see now... for starters, assuming you still wound up here because of getting hammered, I'd have invited you to stay the whole day after; no need to take a risk with walking all the way to the bus stop, after all, some rest and pampering would be so much better for your aches." Making sure her tail brushes just under my nose as she walks by, she takes a seat a little ways away from me, the mischievous look on her face only getting more intense as she sees the fresh blush I'm sporting.

"So, knowing you'd be here all that time, I'd maybe have gotten you some tea, helped you relax with some shows... and after a while, I might try my luck a little bit." Broadcasting her intent, she slides a bit closer to me, a little bit at a time, making a show of pretending she's faced towards the TV, implying each inch closer would've been carefully done over time... and as she gets no less than a few feet from me, she lets her hand wander until it's barely touching mine.

"...until I'm really pushing it, seeing how you react to this. And knowing what I saw from you earlier, I can safely say this would've gone well, sooooo..." She reaches her hand further, clasping it with mine, just like at the table. S-She's doing those gentle rubs again, too... hhhngh, it all feels so fluttery~

"After a while of us staying like this, maybe just letting the show end without queuing up another episode, that's my chance to move in for the finishing touch. Something I'd be pretty sure you'd be all for at that point... no questions asked~" O-Oh. She means... before I can finish processing that, I notice her pivot towards me, her free arm reaching forward and gently gripping my shoulder. After rubbing her fingers in a bit, she carefully works her way up towards my neck, all while I'm vibrating with anticipation and electricity shooting through me as her fingers playfully caress every inch they pass over. Eventually, I realize they've made themselves at home on my far cheek, tugging at me to face towards Clover. Where this is going feels obvious, but... yes, yes, GOD yes, please, I need this!

"All of this... ALL of this, while reading that adorable body language of yours. The quivering, the little sounds you don't notice, and especially... that tail, threatening to drive a hole into my couch, telling me exactly how much you want... no, NEED me to do this next bit. So... come here, angel~"

"...heeeehehee..." I can't help it anymore, that bubbly feeling is spilling forth and I'd be a fool to contain it. Considering her grip on my cheek has tightened, as well as the fact that I've never seen her look more like she's about to dig into a feast after starving for weeks, she'll soon silence those little sounds anyways. A familiar pull on my cheek, some parted lips, and her desperate breath against my own... that's all I need to convince myself that I ought to surprise her, disrupting her plan, all to see her completely overcome with sudden bliss as my lips meet her own and refuse to let go.

"M-Mmph?! ...mmm..." We stay like that for a short while, tenderly breaking the kiss every so often to replace it with a new one. Before long, though, I feel her hands move to my shoulders, pushing me away from her, but keeping their grip.

"So... is that how it's gonna be? The little angel has a devilish side to her, so desperate she'll take what she needs, when she needs it?"

"Hehee... y-yesssss, Clover..."

"Aww, then what do you say... I show you what a REAL devil can do, hm?" A-Are her pupils... dilating? Before I can ask what she means by that, she spins me to the side by the shoulders, pinning my back against the couch and straddling my lap. I thought I'd seen the extent of her lust before, but somehow, she keeps one-upping how ravenous she can make herself look, burning a primal, animalistic visage into my vision before she descends on me, pressing her mouth to my muzzle in a much less tender display than before; every kiss is hungrier than the last, and I can even feel her rough tongue exploring my mouth, driving me crazy with the sensation like it's grabbing at me, pulling every inch of me further towards her, little by little.

Now that she's got me where she wants me, sure I'd never even try to get away, her hands begin exploring as well. Starting from my hips, her left works its way up while the right inches downward. An attack on two fronts, one hand gets dangerously close to getting a handful while the other teases its way toward the back of my waist, leaving me keenly aware of the fact that yes, I left my bra and pants behind. Was I hoping for something like this to happen, I wonder...? The thought gets me excited enough to attempt to return the favor, rather than just quivering beneath her. I let a hand caress her hip while a squeeze at my backside indicates her little expedition bore fruit. Good for her... exactly what she wanted in her tender grip, since we first met. Seeing as my other hand hasn't joined the fun yet, I try for my own little play at what she's doing. My focus, though... I'm off in another world, so my hand is having a hard time navigating to her rear. Just as I've figured out it's resting at the base of her tail, another squeeze causes me to tense up, pressing my fingers into the area.

"H-hanh..." Oh? Amidst her lingering kisses, that moan sounded VERY different. I wonder... and let my fingers press and tease that same spot relentlessly, seeing just what kind of response further teasing can coax out of her. Not even a few more seconds of that, and she breaks the kiss, almost leaning back into my feverishly-paced digits.

"Hnn... B-Bonnie, what're you- g-GAH, hhhaaaa...!" Letting those moans continue to build, I can feel a smug look begin to creep its way across my face, gazing at her utterly losing it at this sort of treatment. I have no idea why this spot in particular is getting her so riled up, but it's all worth it... especially to hear the pleasured scream shaking her whole body as she fully tenses, collapsing forward a bit while bracing herself against the wall behind us.

"Ohhh... oh my god, Bonnie, d-did... did you know about that, you tease?!"

"Hm...? Know about what?"

"...oh you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me. We, uh- cats, I mean- that place right at the base of the tail is, is uhhhh... well, you saw what happened, didn't you?! Freakin' embarrassing is what that was... so you know what, Bonnie?"

"Y-Yes, kitty...?" The moment she hears the question escape me, Clover presses a finger to my lips, hushing me up. She simply shakes her head, looking down at me with some devious idea making its way to the surface.

"Shhhh... no words, angel. You won't be able to think of any when I'm done returning the favor a bit, anyways." With the only warning being her hands moving to my shoulders, pinning me again, she lowers her head to my neck, kissing up and down it. The f-feeling is... oh god, she's milking every little moan out of me that she can. Just as I feel a bit of embarrassment working its way into my feelings of pleasure, a new sensation makes itself known: a hard, warm, pointy sensation, pressing into the softer parts of my shoulder and neck.

Realizing what's going on, I suddenly feel more vulnerable than ever. I almost want her to stop, but then... I feel her teeth teasingly drag along my shoulder, taking a little trip up my neck, running a jolt of nervous pleasure through me as they gently pull through my fur. Wondering whether or not I might actually like this, she decides to answer the question for me, teasing with a few kisses and licks to my neck before letting her teeth threaten to sink in; the pain is there, but I don't think they've pierced the skin. Every mock bite, every teasing little sting... each one has me letting out sounds I didn't think I could make, and I sound utterly desperate and depraved. Her technique seems... controlled, practiced. Like she knows exactly what to do to make me putty in her hands, fully aware she could get me so worked up from this that I'd be begging for what terrified me only a minute or two ago. The tension of her fangs gliding over her prey's tender flesh is cut short, however, by Clover pulling away yet again. This time, however, one of her hands travels to my chin, lifting my gaze to meet hers directly.

"See? I told you, didn't I? I don't bite... hard~" ...ah. Seems she wasn't kidding in the slightest about that little detail. Really makes it clear how soon she started wishing she could take me, too, now that I think about it... o-oh dear.

"So... my little angel enjoyed that a LOT, yes?" Her gaze is no less confident than before, but she seems somewhat satiated. A shame... I was hoping this wouldn't be over so soon.

"Mmhm... e-everything felt... so, so good, hmhm..."

"I thought so. In that case... would you like me to show you more? Corrupt you a bit? Let you fall from grace as I teach you every little way I know of making you squirm and beg beneath me?" O-Oh... seems I was a bit hasty. Well, if she's offering...

"Yes!! I-I mean... yes, ma'am." She raises an eyebrow at my show of formality, but it quickly settles.

"Well well, didn't expect a title from you so quickly. It works just fine for me, though. Remind me, how long do we have until we ought to call Ky, again?"

"Well, I think it's 10:00 AM by this point, so... three hours? ...e-eep." ...oh dear. That mischievous expression is back, like she was never fully satisfied in the first place. I... I'll be occupied for a while yet.

"Exactly. Here's what's going to happen, angel: you're going to follow me downstairs, and I'm going to show you exactly what you can look forward to as long as you're here, for as long as I can. It'll have to end eventually, but... I think I'll be able to show you a good time before then. A good SEVERAL times, actually. What do you say to that?"

"Yes, y-yes, please!" Her eyes narrow, her grin getting smug as she leans down, locking her gaze with mine and tightening her grip on my chin.

"Yes, what?" ...o-oh gosh.

"...yes, m-ma'am."

"VERY good, little angel. Now then... your taste of heaven- or perhaps hell- awaits~" Releasing me from beneath her, Clover takes my hand, pulling me up off the couch. As I soon find out, my legs are a bit shaky after all that, but she notices first and moves to support me until I get my balance back. And so, we take a repeat journey of last night, Clover leading the way with me following just behind her. Our intentions are far less innocent this time, though, hmhm...

As I'm pulled inside her room- no, OUR room, Clover's already trying to work a hand under my shirt, digging into the fur near my hips. If that's a sign of how enthusiastic I can expect her little demonstration to be... then the door closing behind us, leaving us secluded in our own little world, is a blessing like no other.