Dec 18th

“Get clean, snuggling, a show and more snuggling. I can more than live with that,” Lar grunted.

“Maybe get some more of that beef. Although, I did eat enough already,” Shoryu scampered into the bathroom, perching elegantly on the edge of the tub to draw the water.

Lar crouched nearby, dripping of pond-water and looking so very pissy. “It’s a healthy appetite. Don’t think we ate yesterday.”

Shoryu sniffed around at the various soaps, selecting the one she thought would be best for washing Lar. A sideglance at him was captivated there, blue eyes scanning over his naked bulk. “And I tend not to eat when worried, and was worried for days before you asked me to be yours.”

“Catching up with that then,” Lar grunted, “Hopefully I won’t give you more causes to worry.”

She smiled prettily at him, “It’s not you, it’s just… my nature really.”

“I'll try not to add to your worry levels, nevertheless.”

“Thank you,” she felt her heart flutter, reaching and swatting playfully at him to herd him toward the bath, “In there with you, in in.”

“Normally I'm picked up and thrown into bodies of water,” the white wolf stretched out his muscled body, slinking into the warm water and settling there.

“You're just too big for me,” she teased.

Lar paused for a long moment, “Somewhat unsure how to feel about that comment.”

Shoryu giggled, “Well you are very big.”

She slicked his hair back with bath water, removing all traces of the pond water and its muck before adding the soap. She worked the shampoo deep into his long white hair, massaging at his scalp until he was growling contently. Her hands worked a little more attention around the ears, eliciting more pleased growls.

Shoryu smiled as she took her time playing with his hair and rinsing it out, “Love your hair.”

“I can't say the same about it. Your hair though...” Lar reached up and caught some of her hair in his hand, rubbing it between his fingers.

“Forgot to braid it back up again, didn't I?” she cleaned off his face with a gentle touch, following with a nuzzle.

“Nhnn, or you were distracted from braiding it by flirting.”

“Me? Flirt? I would never,” she drew out the words with a coy look.

She leaned down and kissed him deeply as her hands wandered down over his chest and stomach, rubbing over the sculpted muscles. Her tongue slid over his lips, curling around his as her hands moved further down. Lar growled, shifting slightly against the touches that seemed to know precisely how he wanted to be touched.

“You and your addictive behaviour,” he growled, breathing rough against her lips as she lingered there, forehead against his.

“Shush and let me wash you thoroughly,” Shoryu purred, cupping his sex in her hand to make her point very clear.

She had learned well the night before exactly what touches pleased him the most, trying again tonight to perfect a mate-pleasing technique. His growls rose steadily as she worked, entirely focused on her task. Shoryu drove him quickly up into ecstasy, nuzzling when he was properly satisfied and sedated, licking at his cheek.

“Not precisely fair,” he grunted, eyes nearly closed.

“Can get me back for it later,” she smiled, working down the rest of his body, especially the thick tail.

“Hnnn,” he growled at a few touches to a sensitive area of his already over-sensitized body.

“And I’m sure you’ll have fun doing so,” Shoryu kissed him shortly, letting the bath water drain away. “There, my mate is all clean.”

Lar prowled slowly from the bathtub, making only a lethargic effort at shaking off before a towel and Shoryu’s strong arms were wrapped around him. They curled up together right there, Shoryu lazily rubbing him dry, Lar nuzzling and caressing at her.

“Really going to hurt my brother for calling me thunderthighs… I do not have thunderthighs,” she protested, growling under her breath.

“Are beautiful, perfect,” Lar captured her mouth with a deep kiss, not releasing her until she was breathless and quite flushed.

“By the moon… I love you,” Shoryu collapsed against him with a content sigh. “No fair… anger all went away.”

“He called you thunderthighs.”

“Ooh! I’ll get him!” she puffed up all over again. “Kick his tail!”

“Of course you will,” Lar growled, nuzzling and marking her.

“Kick it so hard, grrr!” she growled. “I’m not fat!”

“Not at all.”

“I’m not! He should… rar!” Shoryu exploded into rage, storming out of the bathroom and back down the hall.

She knew Lar was following, could hear him, but she didn’t much care at the moment. She hit her twin going at a full run while he was still outside eating. Shoren didn’t put up much of a fight, he usually didn’t when he knew he deserved it, letting her take her anger out on him.

Finally, Shoren lay there on the ground, nicely beaten up. Shoryu felt arms come around her, lifting her up from the ground. Tired from the fight, she curled up against her mate’s chest and let him carry her.

Lar took her into the games’ room they had claimed, nuzzling her the entire way, licking at her, scenting her. He continued his scent-marking after he’d laid her down, removing all traces of her brother’s scent from the scuffle more than likely. She laid back and enjoyed it, loving the way he felt moving against her.

It was all so simple, so serene. She removed her clothes, but there would be nothing more than marking this night. It didn’t matter, that was all the both of them wanted, no expectations, just moving against one another. Naked skin and fur slid and caressed against naked skin and fur. There was no lust, only love, only needing one another.

“That was a good show,” Lar grunted, settling down on his back and pulling her atop him.

Shoryu curled up there, ear against his heartbeat, letting it lull her towards sleep, “Mhmm, good snuggling… you never got me back from the bath.”

“Hn…” the white wolf didn’t seemed bothered by it, nosing into her hair.

“Some other time…” she had to pause for a yawn, “when I’m not expecting it?”

“Maybe,” Lar grunted, holding her tighter.

“Hmm, good,” Shoryu nuzzled a little more, drifting off to sleep by the sound of his heart.

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