This choice: goes over to Hortaru's feet, and licks them • Go Back... Hotaru struggled with gauzy lace, redoubling her efforts when Princess came back in for the kill. The pug's cold nose in Hotaru's instep followed by a warm, lapping tongue made her want to abandon curtain and bail out the window.
"Princess, STOP!" Hotaru pleaded, laughing as she tried to gently dissuade the dog with her licked foot while bracing against the sofa arm with the other. The canapé, though, was upholstered in slick black leather and shrugged Hotaru's questing foot off with a squeak. She had to restrain the worst of her struggles to prevent tearing the curtains like tissue paper.
Princess was still happily licking away on Hotaru's feet, flipped tail wagging, when Mike appeared at the top of the stairs looking a little sheepish. His expression changed when he saw Hotaru tangled up in the drapery, giggling.
"Hey, Princess, knock it off!" he called, moving down the stairs quickly, his eyes anywhere but on Hotaru. Hotaru winced and tried twisting around to provide a less scandalous presentation, which left her lightly mummified in silk organza. These little misadventures were starting to worry Hotaru. Was Mike going to think she was a total airhead after all the stuff that had happened to her tonight?
Once Mike had corralled Princess in the kitchen, he ran back out to help Hotaru.
"I'm sorry about this," Hotaru said, trying to draw in on herself and present less of an eyeful. "I fell into the curtains when Princess decided she liked my feet."
"She's my dog, so she's got taste," Mike joked, trying to untangle Hotaru without taking his eyes off her toes. A gallant gesture, but it left him fumbling. Hotaru held back a gasp as Mike's hands accidentally brushed her sides and tummy during her rescue.
"I couldn't really find any decent clothes for you, Hotaru," Mike admitted, looking away as the disentangled Hotaru held the curtains' gossamer nothingness to herself as a screen. "I can keep looking, but I'm running into serious size issues. You'd either have to bulk up or shrink down."
The way he said it made Hotaru grin.
"I could hide behind the couch all night," she suggested, winking.
"I was just thinking of chaining you to it," said Mike, and they both burst out laughing. Humor defused an otherwise prickly moment.
Improved for their shared laugh, Mike then announces...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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