*noms on Fritz* C:< buut YOUR POSTS ARE GREAT ANYWAY. Pssht no matter the length. 
oh and can we play out the morning after?
His words, those serious protective lyrics...It was enough to convince the tiny hybrid that he was perfect, and dwelling upon the unreachable and the dishonest wasn't right. There was new possibilities opened, from the moment Fritz told her that he loved her. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes, happy tears at that. I love you too... The words flowed through her Italian accent, soft and sure. Three words she had said a lot of during her time in Nova Scotia, yet there was no guessing involved, there was really no unsure feelings either. The petite coydog knew that her words would be acknowledged. Her large ears perked as he asked permission to kiss her, a grin spread across her face. Of course... Fritz was such a gentleman, worthy of being a knight. Even a prince or king. Her prince. Smiling, Sel lifted her dark muzzle to his own, kissing him softly on the mouth. It wasn't her usual wimpy kisses, none of the shy soft ones anyway. A warm happy kiss, finally feeling sure of her actions.
As it softly broke away, Sel was left feeling warm and comforted. It was nice of him to close the window, in fear she wouldn't have done that if he wasn't there. What happened before doesn't matter anymore...Not with you here. Waving her tail, Sel brought her hands away from his shoulders and neck again to rest softly around his waist. This was so nice...He was willing to stay, and the dedication was startlingly pleasant. Selene yawned quietly, laying back with him in the warmth of the bed. This was the first night actually spent with Fritz. Sure, the last time when she had come across him washing, they hadn't technically stayed together. Lifting her head the best she could, her tongue shot out to catch the side of his waist. It was like she couldn't be satisfied with where she was, sitting up almost immediately to wrap herself around his muscular form. Fritz..This means so much. Quieting some, brushing off the feelings of care and excitement, Sel quietly inquired, Where were you born? I came from Milan...Italy.
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