“ what are you staring at? “
staring ? he would call it admiring, but the sound of his lover’s voice catches him and he blinks, once, twice. and soon enough, his eyes are focused on the fox who has claimed his lap, her head on his lap and his digits gently tracing along her side moments prior before stopping in this point in time. his hand is placed upon her waist and he silent for a few before he speaks, his hand now moving to toy with a lock of her hair.
‘ why, you of course, my love. is it so bad to admire your looks ? ‘ / @soothefox









