I made a piece of my favourite fluffy couple! Very happy with it! I even wrote a small story to accompany the piece, it was a lot of fun, hope you like it!
"Ehm, do you want me to take my boots off...?" Chewby asked, standing before the doorway into Dover's bedroom. "Meh, doesn't bother me." "I don't w-want to mess up your carpe-" "Chew-chew, look at me, do you really think I care if a dirt gets on the carpet?" They smirked, looking at the various faint stains already scattered across the ground. "Ha, uhm... if you say so." They shuffling in and slowly shutting the door, now twiddled their thumbs. "You should really clean up every now and then, y'know..." Dover shrugged, kicking their own shoes off and then tossing their jacket to the side. "It's habitable, don't see why you're concerned." They smirked again, falling back and landing in their beanbag chair, sinking in without and concern for getting back out. "You might get sick though, remember when you got that flu? At least let me clean your room for you..." Chewby's ear twitched, a showing sign of them worrying. Dover had a growing mental list of Chewby's physical quirks that gave away how they felt. Seeing this, they sighed. "Yeah. You're right. But I don't want you to clean, you do enough for me as it is. I want to do it." "But I can-" "Nono, really, Chewby, I insist. Thank you though. I do appreciate it." "... Mkay..." There was a couple second silence, where Chewby looked towards the ground awkwardly while rubbing one of their arms. It was another one of their tell-tale signs Dover had observed many time before, so they broke the silence. "Cm'ere, Chew-chew!" They grinned widely, opening their arms up invitingly for Chewby to snuggle into. Immediately, they went all flustered, their eyes darting back and forth while their tail flicked from side to side, they'd definitely be blushing beneath that blue fur. They made an awkward laugh. "I- uh- ha, ehm- I-" They began to tease the blue cat. "Aww, d'you not want to cuddle? I thought you loved it when we cuddled!!" Their smile grew wider, while their arms were now a death-trap for anyone that dared approach. Chewby grew yet even more flustered, now unable to announciate a single word while a wobbly smile took over their face. Their feet one by one took small steps towards Dover, still lounging in the beanbag. Once they were within reach, Dover's arms couldn't hold back any longer, the red dog lunging forward and seizing the jittery feline. "Got you!" They announced, their arms wrapped around Chewby tightly, the two sinking into the beanbag a little further. "Can't escape me now, can you?" Dover's tail wagged aggressively - unable to contain their excitement - meanwhile Chewby was paralyzed by the surprise, their fur stood on end. After a few seconds, they had calmed down, though still jittering every now and then, resting their head on Dover's shoulder. "D... Dover?" "Yeah, Chew-Chew? "... I'm g-glad to have m-met you." "Aw, so am I!! Uh- I'm glad to have met, um, you, I mean." The two shared a small laugh with each other, still embracing their significant other. Chewby's jittering had stopped, now at ease while leaning further into the embrace and shutting their eyes. "... I really love you." They quietly whispered, before then emmiting a soft pur. "What was that...?" "..." "Chewby?" "..." "Chew-chew, you're slipping, did you fall asleep again...?" There was no response, only the soothing purring of the love of their life. Dover sighed, resting an arm on them. "I love you, Chewby."
