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He had never imagined meeting a woman with whom he could behave totally as himself. Now he knew for certain that she sought exactly what he did — a connection that spanned out into every aspect of their relationship, like the infinite and ever-growing branches of the mightiest tree. She enjoyed these fleeting moments of foolishness just as he did. He didn't feel as though he needed to hide his propensity for silly behavior and wear the mask of the stereotypically macho man at all times. It seemed to him that she was right there with him.
She flowed with his body, stirring the magic of their interconnected physicality in the simplest sweep of her slender form over his long, lean one. With the satisfying warmth of her body against his, he smiled blissfully, touching her awaiting little nose with his. What she had said was the comical truth. Oh, I know, babe, the boy told her softly, kissing her cheek with a sweep of his rosy tongue.
All at once, Kansas' small, pointed ears lifted in alarm, that magic slowly spinning uncontrollably into unreachable space. A feeling of dread began to seep into his heart, deadening this precious moment with his Love. The presence out in the shadows of the scrubby bushes beyond was blatantly apparent to him, the scent that had entered his nostrils causing them to flair in disapproval. He leaned his slender neck for an upturned view of the impostor, his uncertainty exploding as he watched the slithering serpent of a wench rudely encroach upon this moment. Her burlesque, sarcastic remark was enough. Kansas gently prodded his mate's velvet furred neck to signal her to move off him, though it angered him that she had to at all. He had planned this day as theirs alone to do as they pleased. Needless to say, he was darkly unappreciative of the interruption.
Once the tall Colonel had rolled prostrate, he lifted himself to sit on his haunches, pearly hackles raising along the length of his scruff and spine. Excuse me? he requested in muted incredulity, bright blue eyes narrowing to near slits. His temper was a small flare now, but he could just see it escalating to fire if the woman had any more to say to them.
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