As words cannot express
You know the dealio, no 18 or over, no should be a lookin' at zee smut. Heh.
Alrighty, in explanation, I'm the same one who wrote "Artwork and Soccer," my computer is just a piece of bloody crap and hasn't let me check my e-mail for over a month now, hence me not being logged in and all. Anywho, second submission here, hope you like it.
Call me needy, but I like to get much feedback, please, please, please comment!
Thanks, and enjoy,
~Papillon~
He was tied down, his slim feline form bound by wrists and neck to the wall of the basement horror chamber, his ankles shackled together to prevent any resistance, a heavy chain between them linked to the wall. Cowering, he covered his face with his manacled paws, sobbing quietly, a soft sound of pure misery and defeat ringing through the dismal room. The captor soon returned, a sharpened blade between his canine claws, a smirk of sheer devilish glee playing it's way over immaculate white ivories.
"Get up, you sorry excuse for a cat! Haul your skinny tail up and stand still!"
Obeying slowly, Matti, the young tabby male, pulled himself up, turning his head away as the brutish canid before him took the blade he carried, slashing briskly once over the young tabby's shoulder. Blood welled in the silver and black fur, staining it a morbid crimson before it dripped down over his slender bicep and onto the cold stone floor. He could smell it, and so could his captor, as a maliciously pleasured gaze overcame him.
Again and again and again the blade struck, drawing more and more blood from the painful gashes, until it seemed Matti would soon pass out from blood loss. Growling, the canine one pulled him to his hind paws by the scruff of his furred neck, slamming him back against the wall so hard it shook the pointed teeth in the young feline's head. He hissed his pain, his eyes slamming shut as he writhed in futility against the canine who easily dwarfed his adolescent form.
"Filthy little thing, I'm done with you. Time to end your miserable little life, and the flood of loathing seeing your pathetic form sends through me."
Matti tried to shriek as the blade was drawn forcefully over his throat, forever shattering his windpipe, though to no avail, not even a squeak.
Waking in a cold sweat, Matti started upright, a silent scream framing his handsome feline face. Gasping soundlessly, he closed his eyes, only a dream. It was only another of those fucking dreams. Matti remembered all too well the kidnapping, the torture, the bastard canine who had robbed him of his voice for the rest of his life. It had been six long years ago, but he still remembered waking in the hospital, being told he'd never speak again, that he was confined to the life of a mute. He remembered the anger that seethed in him now whenever he so much as saw a canine, the fear and terror that ran through him at the sight of a knife now. He'd never be the same, and he knew it, that episode had changed him drastically.
He'd once been an outgoing and energetic young feline, though he now feared the simplest errands. He'd once sprung with vitality and life, once chased dreams and women, once wished to be with someone, now he feared their response to his scarred frame, even if his soft fur hid it well enough. Sinking down into the softness of the couch, Matti closed his golden eyes, sighing soundlessly as he lay in the depression his nightmares always brought with them.
Matti nearly tumbled off the couch when he heard his speakers echo the noise he knew to be all too familiar, the sound of an instant message. Scrambling to his paws, he veritably dashed to the computer, rubbing his eyes and yawning a little as he saw who it was, Cleo, a good friend of his from his hometown. Smiling, hs replied to the post, emoting a yawn and explaining that he'd only just woken up. An emoticon with it's tongue out followed from her as she called him a lazy bones and told him to clean the place up, she was coming over with some entertainment for the evening. Grinning to himself, he joked that she should bring a porno for him to watch later. The reply came as a laugh, and a remark of 'in your dreams, pal'.
He'd hardly noticed it, but the calico he'd grown up with had become his sole source of pleasure in life. He saw her almost every day in some form, and they'd become very close friends. Matti smiled a little as he thought of Cleo, her short, rotund little form, how she seemed to move a little all over with everything she did. There was no denying that he had a sort of fetish for females of her particular make, he's always loved the feel of jiggling roundness beneath him, every last one of his girlfriends had been overweight by at least fifty pounds.
Musing on what they might be watching that evening, Matti pointedly ignored the hardening of his dick in his boxers. Cleo had no way of knowing just how attractive Matti found her, he'd never bothered to tell her, and he didn't plan on it, he wasn't willing to botch a perfectly functional friendship with sex, at least not yet. He wanted to be sure that she reciprocated before he advanced. Perhaps he'd simply been obtuse, but he hadn't noticed any specific red flags yet.
A stretch pulled his half nude feline form into an arc, his long, striped tail whipping a moment before settling comfortably beside the computer chair. Matti gave in and quietly lowered his paw to his insistant erection, giving it a lone stroke through his boxers before pushing himself up from the chair, stretching again, his wiry feline form arching gracefully as he yawned again, rough tongue curling lightly as he woke himself up a bit more. He reached a paw up to his pointed ear quietly, scratching behind it a little as he glanced about the apartment, what a fuggin' pigstye, he thought to himself, wrinking his delicate feline nose with a smirk as he started to stoop now and again, picking up a t-shirt here, a pair of jeans there, boxers here, a few magazines that appealed to his fetish, and other assorted articles.
After a while, he'd gotten the place in admirable shape, so returned to his computer, absently checking his various sites before signing out. Matti, you see, was a website designer, having done as such for many reputable firms and organizations, and under the table for a few yiffy type sites. He shut down the computer, assuring no interruptions for the evening, and glanced around the room. Sighing, he nodded, sated with the shape of things. He slumped down with a bored yawn and waited for Cleo to show up.
It didn't take long, the round little calico had a thing for being about half an hour early to damned near everything. The buzz came over the intercom to let Matti know she was downstairs, and he rose lazily, padding slowly to the door before picking up a small tape player, a few choice sayings programmed into different buttons for just such occasion.
"Yo?" came the deep voice of a male from the recorder, Matti released the button after the sound played, waiting for Cleo's reply.
"Come on, Matti, let me up. Cut it out with that damned tape thingy."
Matti smiled, noting the amusement in Cleo's voice, the husky giggle to it, and laughed soundlessly as he hit another button.
"Live long and prosper." replied the tape recorder.
A giggle came from Cleo as Matti hit the button to let her in. He sat down, kicking his X-Box controller out of the way and slumping down on the couch as he waited for Cleo to take the elevator up to his floor. It took about six minutes for her to take the elevator up, he secretly loved that she didn't take the stairs, he preferred to see her round to shapely. He knew she was coming when he heard her distinct steps outside in the hallway, and he rose, his slender, almost wispy form making it's way to the door as he timed her pace.
It had become a habit with him to do this to her, and he opened the door just as she was about to knock, giving her a minor shock, her large eyes widening all the more in her slight fright. She smiled a bit, and Matti admired her dimpled face as he stepped out of the way to let her in, signing a question regarding whether or not she'd brought the porno.
Chuckling a little, she shook her head, producing from the Blockbuster bag a few oddly matched movies; a comedy about a young man struggling to reveal to his best friend his true feelings, an epic about the second world war, an action flick starring the latest heartthrob, and an old black and white monster movie. Flipping through the DVDs, Matti arched a brow at the first, feeling it strike a bit close to home, and wondering if she knew it. He settled on the monster movie, tossing it back to Cleo with a smirk as he gestured towards the kitchenette.
Cleo nodded a bit, kneeling in front of Matti's DVD player as he disappeared behind the counter, rummaging for the cordless phone before turning around and catching a choice view of Cleo's hind end, her thick, bushy calico tail idly twitching behind her as she tried to work the DVD player. Matti's head tilted a bit of it's own volition, his teeth touching his lower lip as he appreciated the view.
"Matti, how do you work this stupid thing?" called Cleo's sweet, husky voice, starting Matti from his dream world. Tucking the cordless phone into his jeans pocket, he padded over to her, kneeling down beside her and hitting a few choice buttons before teasingly signing that she should know by now and that he shouldn't need to show her every time.
She smiled a bit, rolling her eyes with a sarcastic laugh before giving a grunt and pulling her weighty form to it's diminutive height of five one. Matti followed quietly, rising and dusting off the knees of his worn out jeans, more out of habit than need, and stretched, yawning a little. Promptly prodding him, the taunt came, "What, seventeen hours a day isn't enough for you?" Matti made a gest of futility and grinned at her, pulling the cordless out of his pocket and the tape player out of his other one.
He set the phone in his mouth a moment, sinking his pointed teeth into it as he signed an inquiry to Cleo regarding pizza. She nodded, offering to make the call, but Matti shook his head, spitting the phone into his hand and keeping it out of her reach as he gestured that he could do it. How might a mute go about using a phone, you ask? Well, let's just say Matti had an arrangement with the pizza place down the road.
"Murray's Pizza Shack, may I take your order please?"
Matti produced the player quickly and struck a button, "Use the force" echoed into the receiver, and a chuckle from the other end came.
"That you, Mattio?" the clerk asked in amusement.
"Affirmative, Private" came the movie line from the tape player, a grin from Matti to Cleo accompanying it.
"Your usual, man?" inquired the voice at the other end.
The song "Tea for Two" came from the player as Matti laughed soundlessly.
"Ahh, you got some hot thing up there with yah t'night, Mattio?"
"Affirmative, Private" a pause, then a western sounding voice, "She's a lively little philly, this one!"
Cleo reached over at this and swatted Matti on the bicep, bringing a new fit of silent laughter from the muted tabby. She snatched the phone and padded out of Matti's reach.
"Whatever he usually gets and a medium thin crust deluxe, please. I take it you have the address?"
"Yes ma'am. 2864 Greenmarch Lane, Appartment 4B. That'll be 23.50, we'll be there in about an hour."
"Thank yah much, sir."
"You're welcome, you treat our Matti right, now."
"Sure thing, I'll be sure to do that. Bye now."
Hanging up the phone, she handed it back to Matti, smirking a bit, "Impressive, tells me how healthily you've been eating if they know you by name."
Matti chuckled quietly and shrugged, reaching over and mussing up Cleo's orange hair before he leapt over the couch, slumping down and gesturing for Cleo to do the same. With surprisingly light steps, she followed, sitting down next to Matti and crossing her legs indian style. Matti signed quickly that maybe they should watch a bit of TV before the pizzas came, and flipped on the discovery channel, eyes almost starting from his head as he saw the special on feline mating behaviour, quickly flipping the channel to some sitcom where a Roo male was engaged in a comedy sketch with a Lavrine female.
It wasn't long before there came another buzz on the intercom, and Matti bounded up from the couch and to the door, the phrase, "Yo?" coming from the player.
The reply came with a chuckle, "Yeah yeah, live long and prosper, Matti. Buzz me up, oh silent one."
Matti smirked and hit the button, waiting the usual six minutes before spooking the ferret at the door in the same way he'd pranked Cleo. A handshake was given as Matti handed over the cash for the pizzas, plus a generous tip, then turned back to Cleo, pizzas in paw. His large feline ears gave a light twitch as he sat back down, setting the pizzas next to one another on the coffee table before popping his open, pulling a cheesy slice of the anchovie pizza out and chomping at it happily enough. Cleo opened her box, only to pull out one slice and nibble at it for a moment before setting it down. Matti hated to see her starve herself, and motioned for her to eat more than that, which she grudgingly did.
Turning down the lights, he flipped the DVD on, leaning back into the couch as he fixed his golden eyes on the screen, the light flickering gently over his silver and ebony striped face, his perpetually mussed black hair sticking out at all angles, though maintaining some strange air of togetherness. Cleo smiled as she saw this, rather liking the way the silent feline was, rather goofy, though having his serious moments.
Cleo had known Matti since they were kittens, they'd lived on the same block, had the same friends, Hell, they'd even gone to prom together, as friends, of course. That was all back before the attack, before Matti had lost the deep, sensuous croon of a voice he'd had to sign language and writing. She missed his voice terribly, it had always been a comfort to hear his seductive voice ring out and speak her name, even a turn on, but she'd never tell him that, she knew it would hurt too much for him to remember those times. She'd been the only one to see him through the ordeal after the attack, when his parents had turned their backs on him, thinking him gay simply for having been the victim of one crazed canine. She knew Matti bore a grudge against all dogs now, he avoided them at all costs, and on many occasions, she'd seen the hatred fizz in his golden eyes at the sight of other furs of canine descent. She loved him, the way a sister loves a brother, the way a friend loves another friend, and in other ways as well, though she remained convinced that he saw no more in her than a good friend.
She munched slowly on her slice of pizza, watching him out of the corner of her pale blue eyes, taking in the sight of him, as she was so prone to doing. Tonight he wore a rather form fitting white t-shirt with a pair of faded black jeans, several sizes large for him, a look she knew he had always liked. She still saw the map of scars over his lean body, though refused to focus on them, knowing how he loathed them, the association they made, and she loved him, scars, voiceless, and reclusive. The way he leaned against the couch, one knee drawn up to his side, his long, skinny arm draped listlessly over it, it was all beautiful to her, a living, breathing work of art. His long, slender tail whipped out every so often, the fluidity of it's movement a bit compromised by the various injuries done to it, and Matti, to this day, wore a tied bandage around the middle of it, where the muscles had never fully fused properly. Almost tentatively, she let her own tail sweep towards his, the fluffiness contrasting the sleek nature of his, and she lightly let it's long haired softness graze his. Cleo saw him glance down at the strange feel of it, and pulled her tail back with a nonchalant arch of her back.
At the glancing touch of Cleo's tail to his own, Matti lowered his gaze for an instant, unsure if she'd meant it or if it was simply a result of the stretch she gave a moment later. A shiver ran down his spine, sending a tingling enjoyment through his slim form as he savoured the feel of her warm fur, if only an instant's worth. Matti chanced a darting glance Cleo's way as he saw her attentions focus on the movie, taking in the gorgeous details of her rotund, thick form.
She was short, though many feline females were, and she seemed to enjoy joking of her diminished stature with Matti. He knew, however, that her weight was a taboo subject, that she was so self conscious that she had begun to dress in a fashion that she felt hid her body, and in his adoration of her, he hadn't the heart to say otherwise. Almost all she wore accented her heaviness, from the oversized slacks that her wide hind end filled out, to the ribbed sweater she wore over the black t-shirt, everything made her seem heavier. Matti marvelled at the overspilling rotund flap of her stomach that fell over the waistband of her slacks, the slight glimpse of immaculate white fur that peeked from beneath the t-shirt's confines, he felt the near sudden throb of arousal lighting his hips on fire as he pulled his right knee up, lowering the left and hiding the straining bulge of his dick in his faded black jeans.
Closing his eyes, Matti's mind conjured the image he'd always formulated of Cleo he'd brought himself through the years of desiring her blubbery form. In his mind's eye, she lay before him, her thick, supple frame padded with layer upon layer of voluptuous fat, her long fur fluffed out to give her an even bigger appearance, which sent another throb of need through his hips, a slight thrust pulling them up as he swallowed a moment. He pictured the markings she must have beneath those clothes, the lovely patched of orange and black that littered her otherwise white body. Matti could only imagine the swollen, jiggling mounds of her breasts pushing up into the bra beneath her sweater, and felt himself grow warmer and warmer as he envisioned burying himself in that sensually exciting stomach, rasping his feline tongue over those round, heaving breasts, good God, if he didn't do something soon, he was going to explode.
"Matti, I'm going to warm up another slice of pizza, you want something from the fridge?"
Matti started violently out of his fantasy, tabby cheeks flushing a furious red beneath his silver fur, hardly notable though as he shook his head. When he saw the credits rolling, he signed that he had to go to the bathroom a moment, and for her to enjoy her pizza while he did. Leaping in characteristic form over the couch, Matti nearly dashed for the bathroom, his hand already stroking quickly at his throbbing member as he opened the toilet, yanking his boxers down quickly to free his pulsing meat from it's cloth prison, letting it bob free, each beat of his heart moving that thick feline organ up and down, the barbs that lined it standing out but a little, so seedy was his arousal at the thought of Cleo's naked form.
For a long moment, he simply sat there, staring lustily at the fully erect member before him. Matti didn't know it, but for a feline, he was unusually well endowed at a pulsing eight inches in length, about half of that in girth. Biting hard into his lower lip, Matti watched his finally free member bob about in midair, the coolness of freedom refreshing and envigorating as the mute male tightly closed his paw around his shaft, thrusting his hips up in a signature feline manner towards the false pussy his fingers created. He chewed his lip a moment longer before deciding he might as well finish what had been started, as he'd likely not be getting any tonight anyways. Lowering his mouth towards his spined cock, Matti started to quickly lap at it with his rough tongue, thanking the heavens for the flexibility of all felinity. He started to hump his hips up into his mouth as his pace quickened all the more, his eyes closing as he felt the slight pain the barbs on his member sent shooting through his mouth, ignoring it, as even that minor pain brought with it more pleasure.
In one thing, the mute was right, it didn't take long for his climax to find him, and he felt and tasted the bittersweet cum flood his mouth even before the sensations of orgasm hit him, full on like a mack truck. The convulsions of pleasure through his form were enough to jolt his mouth from his swollen cock, letting the torrents of thick, white, sticky semen splash up onto his thin stomach, staining the silver and black fur as his climax continued, far longer than ever before, the prospect of being so close to the object of his desire was astronomical. A silent howl of pleasure lit his feline face as he came, the intensity unmatched. After a good five minutes, he felt himself start to soften, not entirely, but enough that he could restrain himself until after Cleo left, when he'd no doubt repeat the session to thoughts of her voluptuous curves.
Absently, Matti reached over, his long, whiplike tail lashing about in his ecstacy as he sopped up the thick cum with wads of tiolet paper, tossing them into the can before he pulled his boxers back up, making sure his still erect member was housed safely in his furred sheath before regaining composure, flushing the toilet to feign having used it. Turning on the faucet, he licked his cum soaked paw once before washing both thouroughly in the hot stream of water, turning it cold and wiping at his striped features, wetting the back of his neck in order to calm down before exhaling silently before opening the door, finding Cleo just outside the door with a start, his heart thundering in his chest as he wiped his striped forearm over his nose, a few drips of water spattering down from his mussed black hair as he smiled a bit, stepping almost gingerly out of the washroom as she wandered in.
Holy fuck, for once he was happy to be mute, there was no way she'd heard anything, and she'd likely not have looked through the keyhole at him, under the premise of seeing him taking the feigned piss or the like. Matti fell back over the couch with relief, slanted golden eyes closing tightly as his paws crossed over them, heart continually thundering in his chest. A slow exhalation brought with it some return of calmness, and Matti looked up in time to see Cleo meander out of the bathroom, her long, fluffy tail absently twitching behind her as she walked back into the kitchen, yawning a little before she slumped down next to Matti on the couch, stretching just enough to offer the tabby male an enticing view of her jelly-esque stomach.
"Mind if I crash here t'night, Matti? It's Friday, so my room mate likely has some random dude over again. Hell knows I don't need to hear that heaving and grunting in the middle of the night again."
Snapping away from the sight of her white stomach, Matti nodded a little, spent from his ordeal in the bathroom, though at the same time wanting more of her in all ways possible, even though they'd never so much as kissed, even as friends. Smiling wordlessly, he gestured towards the futon, his own bed, signing that he'd sleep well enough on the couch. She leaned over and wound her arms around his neck, hugging him dozily before getting up and yawning.
"Mmmm, thanks a million, Matti. If only you'd sleep with me, then I'd have no reason to go back to my place." A toying smile played over her face as she strode over towards the futon, not knowing whether or not Matti caught the seriousness of her statement, though should she have looked around, she'd have seen the astonished expression cast over the tabby male's face before he went limp against the couch, paws over his face as he laughed a little at her obliviousness.
While Cleo drifted off to sleep easily enough, the night owl that was Matti couldn't for the life of him even get sleepy. He writhed and churned in bed, listening idly to the mumbling of Cleo's slumber, catching a word here and there, though paying no mind until he heard his name mentioned, at which point he bolted upright on the couch, leaping it soundlessly and padding quietly to the futon, sitting on the nightstand as he listened to her jumbled ramblings, a small smile on his striped features as he listened.
"Mmmm...Matti....right there....ohhh yeah, touch me there....mmmm....so good.....want you.......... inside of me....mmmm..... big, thick kitty........ungh....Oh Matti....should have told you.......sooner.....zzzzzz....want you....fuck me, Matti.......make me yours...."
He couldn't help but smile as he watched her fitfully writhe on the futon, the covers partially cast aside, baring to him the main of her rotund little form, clothed only in a pair of cotton panties and the blue t-shirt from earlier. His teeth on his lip, he watched her wriggle and squirm, as if the Matti of her dreams were indeed taking her, and he felt a devious, though loving urge to help her along as he saw the pleasure writ over her pale furred face. Slowly easing himself alongside her in the bed, he gently slipped his fingers over her stomach, up her shirt and over those perfect, enormous breasts, nipples hard and longing, and then down again over her rounded stomach, ducking past the elastic of her panties and going wide eyed at just how wet her netherlips were at just this dreaming.
Swallowing a little, he slowly started to run his fingers over her warm, wet pussy, flicking her clit lightly now and again and marvelling at the reactions he got from the sleeping queen. Shifting his position quietly, he straddled her ankles, his long fingers easing her panties down over her thighs as he lightly spread their voluptuous thickness, her musky scent sending rampant thoughts through him as he lowered his nose into her softness, his long, rough tongue starting to lap at her femininity as she moaned in slumber and bucked her wide hips up against his mouth. Hungrily, he lapped and nuzzled into her swollen pussy lips, suckling at Cleo's hardened clit gently before releasing it, performing the best in bed he ever had, and she didn't even know he was there.
He took his time with her, his fingers tracing her furred thighs and stomach as he continued to lap and suckle at her femmehood, loving the gasping of her as she began to shudder, her breath a heaving groan and moan as she came, spurting slickness into Matti's waiting mouth, which was lapped up quickly enough as he smiled, pulling back and gently lifting her panties back up over her hips, covering her with the blanket as he returned to the couch, licking his maw of her scent, basking in it almost as he finally managed to drift off, though resisting long enough to pen a quick note to Cleo for when she woke, collapsing into sleep on the couch as he finally found restful sleep.
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Cleo woke a good few hours after the sun had risen, stretching with a yawn as she pulled herself out of bed, tugging on her clothing from yesterday absently as she stretched once again, tongue curling in uniquely feline fashion as she shook her head, pulling her fingers through her shoulder length orange locks. What a dream that had been! Jeez, she even felt as if she'd been eaten out. God damn! She'd need to see Matti more often if this kept up.
Padding lazily about her friend's apartment, Cleo noted Matti passed out on the couch, his left arm draped up over his forehead as he slept, snoring ever so faintly as he stretched in his sleep. Cleo couldn't help but smile at this, he was just so sweet looking when he was asleep. Yawning again, she padded over to the coffee maker, hitting the brew button idly before looking for the pizza boxes. Finding hers, she cocked her head a bit to see a note resting on the lid of it. She arched a brow quietly, glancing over at Matti before sitting down to read it. Yep, that was Matti's writing all right, that same messy scrawl from high school, middle school, even elementary, his penmanship was still crap, she smirked.
Cleo,
I hope you had sweet dreams last night, it certainly sounded
like it to me. Hmm. In case no one ever told you, you tend to
talk in your sleep a bit. Sounds like you were having quite the
time there, hope that someday I'll live up to how your mind
makes me out to be. Before you go, could you do me one little
favour? Give me a kiss, even if I'm asleep. You'll understand
then, I promise. Don't read the back of this until after you've
kissed me though, if you trust me.
~Matthew~
Cleo blinked a bit, confused as all get out as she flipped the note over curiously, only to find a set of large block letters etched over it with the message; "I knew you'd cheat! Kiss me, Cleo. You'll find the real second part of the note when you do. ~Matti~"
Laughing inwardly, Cleo padded over to Matti's slumbering form, kneeling gently next to the couch and watching him a moment, her pale blue eyes studying his striped tabby face as she leaned down, lightly kissing Matti on the lips, only to have him wake at the feeling and wind his hand around her neck, pulling her mouth to his once more and meeting it with a heatedly passionate kiss, his long tongue slipping up against hers in a fond embrace as he kissed her, eyes closing as he withdrew, a small smile on his mouth as he tilted his head, producing another slip of paper from his pants pocket, handing it to her and keenly watching her reaction as the smile grew minorly.
I love you, Cleo. I know I should have told you sooner,
but I'm sure you can understand my being a bit tongue
tied. Bad pun, I know, but accurate. I should have told
you ages ago, when I still had a voice, that I wanted
you. To me, you are the most beautiful thing on Earth,
and I'd far sooner have you as my own before any of
those skinny little things. I love you, and if you love me
back, you know what to say.
Her eyes brimming with tears of joy, she read this, her heart leaping in her chest as she leaned forwards, hugging Matti as closely as two beings could be, kissing his furred cheek before pulling back and smiling gently, her husky voice coming as a gentle breeze to the tabby's ears.
"Live long and prosper."
Grinning, Matti laughed soundlessly, his golden eyes crinkling at the edges as he laughed, leaning forwards and kissing her again as he gestured for her to turn the paper around, his laughter subduing slightly.
Somehow I knew that was coming. Now say what you
know you want to, you goof.
"I love you, Matti," she replied softly as she kissed him, nuzzling him gently as they embraced for the first time as lovers.