Lovie Krefft

Mateship "I love you." Sly's heart leapt to hear those words, the purple werehusky's breath catching, tightening, in his throat. For a moment, he could not breathe, but that was all well as his werewolf boyfriend, Natheniel, took him into his arms and gave him the kiss of life -- well, a kiss nonetheless! Dancing at the police officer ball was a romantic experience in itself but Nate taking his lover close and off to a secluded place to ask him to be his forever mate was more special still than even the event that Sly, admittedly, had been looking forward to for months. It was the next step in their relationship, all happening at the right pace for him, and he kissed Nate fiercely, running his fingers through his lover's thick, brown fur, Natheniel being more traditionally coloured for a werewolf than he was. He always was teasing Sly about the yellow markings over his shoulders and down his back, not to mention the orange of his hair and yellow ears to match too that set him apart from any other fur. But Sly did not complain too much as it was those very stand-outs about him as a werehusky that had drawn Nate to him in the first place. And who was going to say anything bad about that? They kissed. They danced. They had not the swe...