His rustled tail was strewn across the bed, his lover laid nonchalantly next to him, smoking a cigarette. "That was... nice" he sighed. Folken looked at the ceiling with dark, uncaring eyes, and let out a puff of smoke. Ciro coughed. "I wish you wouldn't smoke in here." he was mildly annoyed, but Folken's mischievous expression quickly lulled any agitation he held. "Oh Red, I'm so happy were finally together!" His toned forearm wrapped around him, he lay his head on his rippling pectorals. "Me too." his voice was sophisticated and his speech articulate, and self-assured. He was quite fond of that canine's mastery of english, as well as the language of love. They'd been meeting in secret for years.
Ameria: What are you working on?
Zib: I call it Red, White and Blue, a love story set by the sea!
Ameria: It is 20 pages long?
Zib: I am rewriting it, fanfiction is harder than it looks!