Denver breathed a sigh of relief as she denied his question. Alcohol often induced confusion, and together they had just about downed a whole bottle. Pale blues glanced down at the dark liquid sloshing behind brown glass as she continued, wondering just what she might say. The floppy-eared mutt felt his heart soar at her words, though, and was relieved yet again. Y'mean it? he asked hopefully, looking up at her with watery eyes.
Magnolia's touch seemed like the greatest thing in the world at that moment with his skin tingling, heart racing and stomach fluttering. Any other time he'd be embarrassed for his state, but here it was safe. Denver wrapped his pale arms around her slender body in a heartfelt embrace, taking care not to spill his drink. Maggie, you don't have to apologize for anything, he mumbled, nuzzling her palm. I-- but she cut him off with a kiss, and he never stopped her. Instead, he seized the moment, quickly stowing the liquor away for later. Denver returned the passion with his own lips, though he felt sloppy after weeks alone and let his hands wander her body for distraction. The liquor had flavored her mouth, but beneath it he knew her taste was the same, as was her smell. He couldn't get enough.
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