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Twenty Minutes to Dinner

Pulling the kitchen door closed behind her, Amanda eagerly ran her tongue around the edge of her lips. It wasn't often that she and Marie allowed themselves a lazy night like this. Normally the two coyotes would gladly spend an hour or so cooking a homemade dinner from scratch, and patiently stand talking by the stove as whatever delicious concoctions they had prepared simmered or roasted or fried to perfection. This week, however, had been a very long week indeed, and now that they both had a couple of days off of work to relax and unwind, neither one of them had the energy to whip up anything that required even the slightest effort. Thus, into the oven Amanda had slipped some fries and crispy breaded chicken fillets dug out of the very bottom of the freezer, and all that was required of her beyond that was to return to her wife, sit down on the couch, and wait for the timer to ring.

Padding through the darkened apartment hallway, not bothering to switch on the light for the brief time it was going to take her to traverse the short length of the corridor, Amanda soon felt her outstretched left hand come to rest upon the living room door. She pushed it open, slipped through into the illuminated room beyond, and murmured happily at the sight which awaited her.

"Your goblet, my lady..."

Dressed in an old, baggy t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit pants, with her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail and a full glass of red wine in each hand, Marie was a vision of relaxed loveliness to behold. Amanda took the proffered glass from her lover, tapped its rim gently against Marie's own, and in unison with the other coyote took a long, deep draught of its content.

"Mmmh, god, that hits the spot."

Marie smirked, raising her eyebrows. Amanda's cheeks darkened slightly beneath her brown coat, and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh shut up. You know what I meant."

Feeling Marie's eyes glancing up and down her body, dressed even more casually than her partner's own in just a sports bra and a mis-matched pair of cotton boxer briefs, Amanda's face burned brighter still. It never failed to get to her, how easily Marie could make her feel so embarrassed. Embarrassed in the best kind of way of course, bashful and overwhelmed by how desired her partner made her feel, but in no less excruciating a manner than any other type of embarrassment.

Downing the rest of her glass of wine, Marie said absolutely nothing. She strolled over to the couch, set her glass down upon the coffee table, and practically fell down upon the soft cushions; sprawling her arms out and beckoning to Amanda with the fingers of one hand. The lighter furred coyote was all too willing to respond to her partner's wordless call, and before long the two of them were cuddled up together; arms gently laced around one another's bodies, fingertips gently caressing and relishing the warmth of their lover's soft hair and skin.

Gently, ever so gently, Marie kissed Amanda on the side of her neck. She let slip the softest of growls, tender and yet aggressive all at once, and nipped at her lover's flesh. Amanda squirmed happily, relishing the attention from her darker coated companion.

"I'm hungry. How long till dinner, 'Manda?"

Even as innocent and simple a question as that sent shudders running down Amanda's spine. She bit her bottom lip, and glanced across the room to the old, analogue mantle clock ticking away upon the bookshelf.

"Just twenty minutes. W-well... maybe like eighteen now. Not long."

A giddy, guttural growl escaped Marie. Amanda's eyes widened, not with shock; this was far too common an occurrence to shock her, but with excitement and that giddy, overwhelmed sort of nervousness that always surged through her in moments such as this.

Sure enough, Marie's next few words were the confirmation that Amanda had not only been expecting, but eagerly awaiting.

"Long enough, don't you think? Long enough for a pre-appetiser. Something to whet my palette..."

One of the deep grey coyote's hands had already fallen upon Amanda's left thigh. Now it began to slide higher, further inward, creeping over the smooth cotton of her underwear and shamelessly beginning to work its fingers under the elasticated waistband.

"...and wet certain other things, I dare say."

Amanda whined happily as she felt her lover's fingers upon her crotch, dipping lower and lower, ever closer to their intended goal. Her toes curled down into the plush carpet of the living room floor, and with her eyes open just a fraction, fluttering in anticipation, she whispered to Marie playfully.

"A-are you sure? Don't you... d-don't you want to eat first? Relax a little, then get an early night? A long night together? Can't it wait for just a little longer?"

She wasn't trying to convince Marie of anything, nor herself. This was all part of the game. All part of the fun. Marie loved to play the aggressor; the loving dom. And likewise, she adored playing the reluctant, shy wallflower... though when things got started, they were each as wonderfully eager and passionate as one another.

"I dunno. Can it?"

Marie's voice was nothing but a savage rumble now, spoken directly into Amanda's left ear. It was liquid lust, pouring into Amanda; spilling over her and flooding every inch of her mind as her lover's dexterous fingers began to tease their way into the truly intimate reaches of her crotch.

A sharp gasp, a desperately giddy intake of air, rushed through Amanda's teeth as she felt Marie's middle and index fingers caress the folds at the very apex of her pussy; teasing apart the flesh which formed a slight overhang, casting into shade the already moist little nub of the squirming coyote's clit. The contact was brief, and feather light, but it was real; real enough to make Amanda's depths convulse and clench with instinctive desire. Her eyes sprang wide open for just a moment, back arching and tail fluffing out to the max. Then all her muscles relaxed once again, and a deep, satisfied groan escaped Amanda's muzzle as the wave of pleasure which Marie had triggered flowed luxuriously over every inch of her.

Before Amanda could even consider telling her lover that no, no it could not in fact wait, Marie had already withdrawn her hand and pulled herself away from the couch. With at least a slight degree of care, not wishing to spill what remained of their wine, Marie fell to her knees and began to push the coffee table away from the two of them, before hurriedly turning round to face Amanda once more. Even as she licked her lips, Amanda was assuming the position which she knew her partner desired. Hips forward, toes pushing her weight up off the couch and legs spread; though not too wide yet, just enough to make for easy removal of her underwear. Marie took such pride in removing Amanda's boxer-briefs. It was written all over her face that just as her lover was overwhelmed to be fawned over in this way, she too was in awe of the fact that Amanda was so gleefully opening herself up to her every action.

"Ohh..."

A lustful, rapturous murmur slipped through Marie's lips as she peeled Amanda's underwear away from her crotch and down the smooth fur of the coyote's legs. Her eyes shone, drinking in the sight now granted to them with greedy, savage delight.

No sooner had the soft thud of Amanda's undergarments hitting the floor reached the two coyotes ears, a flurry of fresh motion signalled Marie striking at her target. Amanda allowed her butt to settle back down against the couch's cushions once more, and giggled bashfully as she partially spread her legs wide open, only to have them dragged eagerly the rest of the way by two trembling grey hands. In a flash a pair of perky, twitching ears and a crop of tied back dark hair were pressing their way in between Amanda's legs, a snuffling, wildly eager muzzle leading the charge. A wave of familiarly hot breath hit the exposed flesh of Amanda's nether regions, and mere fractions of a second later, a wet, rough tongue began to lash at the flesh of the coyote's suddenly aching, needy pussy.

"M-mhhh... nh, hh-aah!"

What followed was without definition. Formless. It was, quite simply, pleasure. Amanda couldn't decribe how Marie was eating her out. She didn't dare attempt to consider the ways that her lover was using her tongue, the cool wet surface of her nose, the softness of her lips and the lithe aids of her fingers to bring her such bliss. She no more tried to analyse the act being performed upon her than she would have analysed her own efforts, were their positions reversed. It was instinct. Love at its most pure and carnal. All that mattered was that as the seconds and the minutes ticked by, Amanda was never left wanting; writhing, gasping, grunting with breathless fervour as her wife worked her expertly towards orgasm.

The hungry, rhythmless slurps and smacks of Marie's lips mingled with Amanda's own moans and stifled cries in the living room air, a perfect harmony to accompany the impending crescendo of sensations currently bombarding the brown furred canid. She could feel her thighs beginning to quiver in uncontrolled excitement, and as she gazed down at Marie's hungry maw, she could see her own stomach contracting and twitching as the pleasurable spasms which her lover was inflicting upon her began to spread far and wide through her body.

Amanda glanced to her left, across the room to the bookshelf. Through glazed, half lidded eyes she sought desperately to focus on the clock. She prayed, she begged time to be kind to her. To grant her the few remaining minutes she needed. Try as she might though, the coyote couldn't get her vision to focus on the hands of the steadily ticking clock. She was too far gone for such rational deduction, too lost in her own pleasure to give over enough of her mind to pursuits such as the interpretation of her own eyesight.

"Oh... o-oh, please."

Now that she was aware of it though, even in an abstract, hazy sense, the knowledge of time's passage was inescapable. To Amanda, every moment suddenly felt like the last possible second with which to have the final necessary drops of bliss squeezed from her loins, required to trigger the almighty eruption of her climax. At any instant, the oven timer could sound. It was ticking down right now, bringing their dinner closer and closer to completion. And if it sang out in satisfied completion before Amanda did... then what? Was she supposed to peel herself away from her panting, wet chinned lover and go plate up their food? Or could she leave it, knowing full well that it would burn and go to waste; never mind risking setting off the smoke alarm if Marie kept her occupied for long enough.

"Marie!"

The potent mixture of adrenaline fuelled dread and excitement coursing through Amanda's body escaped her in a frantic shriek, and without thinking she reached out and grasped her lover's head in her hands; pressing Marie's muzzle tight against her throbbing depths. A deep, gleeful growl escaped her lover, and to Amanda's joy she felt her lover's lips encircling her, forming a tight seal and commencing suckling upon her now swollen, ever more sensitive clitoris.

"Yes! Oh, oh fuck... more. Marie. Just a l-little m..._mhh! Mmhhhhh! Oh god _, I think I'm..."

The gasps. The whimpers. The giddy cries of pleasure. Amanda was only vaguely aware of them as they escaped her; far too focused on the warm head between her legs, and the wet tongue lovingly lapping at her juices as they trickled free.

By the time Amanda regained full awareness of her surroundings, panting and moaning as the last few tremors of ecstasy burned through her like rays of spring sunshine, Marie had withdrawn from between her lover's legs. She was sitting down on the ground, simply smiling as she watched the placid, goofy grin on Amanda's face grow and grow. Her own legs were crossed beneath her, and one of Marie's own hands was inside her tracksuit bottoms, its continued motion accounting for the slight redness in her grey furred cheeks.

With a final whimper of satisfaction, Amanda sagged where she sat, and with relief glanced away from her wife towards the mantle clock once more.

Her eyes widened, and she stiffened in her seat again.

"I... b-but..."

Looking back at Marie, it was obvious that her wife was all too aware of her confusion. Amanda blushed brightly as the wet muzzled coyote before her giggled and snorted at the priceless expression on her face.

Fifteen minutes.

There were still fifteen minutes until dinner.

All that pleasure, all that overwhelming, heart-stopping bliss, had happened in less than one hundred and eighty seconds.

"Guess it really couldn't wait, huh, 'Manda?"

Marie paused in her laughter just long enough to ask that playful question, then resumed giggling all over again at the renewed blush that rose upon Amanda's face.

Her mirth soon faded into silence, however, as Amanda stopped smiling. Or rather, as her smile became a different kind of smile. Knowing. Scheming. A smile filled with mischief.

"So... fifteen minutes to dinner?"

Amanda slid forward. She dropped down onto the floor, onto her knees, and swung her upper body forward so that she was practically falling on top of Marie. With her arms outstretched, she embraced her lover and dragged her down to the ground; pinning the dark furred coyote beneath her.

"Y'know what I think?"

Her eyes sparkled, and Amanda grinned at the look of mock terror which spread over Marie's face as she realised what was about to happen.

"I think I could do with a little pre-dinner snack, too. Something refreshing. Something hot. Any ideas where I could find a tasty treat like that?"

Before Marie could come up with an equally playful answer, Amanda grasped her lover by the wrist; pulling Marie's paw out of her cotton track pants and bringing it delicately to rest up against her muzzle. She sniffed her wife's fingers, shivering at the musky moisture which clung to them, and extended her tongue to get her own first taste of the evening's banquet.

"Mmm..."

Closing her eyes, savouring the taste and the scent and the feeling of Marie trembling with renewed anticipation beneath her, Amanda growled loudly.

"You'd better hope you aren't as quick as me, Marie. If you finish, and dinner still isn't ready...? You taste so good, I might just have to come right back for seconds."

By Jeeves