i am determined to out-cute you.... somehow >_> this thread will be sugarcoated and full of rainbows by the time i'm through with it.

It was like a blessing when his nose touched hers and it felt real. It didn't just feel like he was ramming his face at her without a cause, unwarranted. Now it was just like those moving pictures. Except there was no Barry White, and no candles. Momentarily filled to brim with hope, Kiche made a silent promise to himself to bring Aisling back with him when he left to go back home, back to civilization. She could see the magic black box, and music, and the moving pictures, and the candles. And Pangur would be safe, too, although that was almost like an after-thought for some reason.

Her tiny, soft body collided with his chest, knocking the air out of him. "Oh Angel," he coughed, trying to regain his breath, 'My Angel, you have no idea how happy that makes me!" Craning his neck down sharply so that he could see her heavenly little face, he returned her smile with a giggle. "I swear to God, nothing has made me happier in these past month as you have. I've been so scared, but you make everything bearable. And even if I don't understand what this is, what we are, I know I like you more than I like anything else in the whole world, and we'll figure it out." His tail thrashed against the air with confidence, like a victorious flag. The movement soon ran up his spine and suddenly his whole body was alive with the happy movement. Suddenly, he dropped to the ground, spanking the rocks playfully with his forepaws as if he was still a puppy and still at home and nothing bad had ever happened to him. He jumped to his feet and raced a few paces away, slapping the ground again, "Come on!"

Drugged with happiness and inebriated with carelessness, Kiche giggled himself into hysterics at the sight of Aisling lying on the ground in front of him. He tried to compose himself, but found it difficult, a little more than he could handle. Still laughing, he rocked forward and leaped lightly, with a precision known only to romantics, landing so that he was standing over her. Dipping his nose down as if he was going to kiss her once more, he instead covered her face with a wet tongue. He pretended like he wasn't drooling all over her, like shoelace strings of spit weren't hanging warningly over her face. "What are you going to do about it?" he said softly, his eyes staring into hers with a sharp intent.

Her theatrical pleading fell on selectively deaf ears. "What's that?" he said, pushing his face closer to hers, as if it doing so would make it easier to hear her —or cover her in more drool, whichever. Aisling's small paws flailed weakly against his chest, and he barely noticed, although it made him acutely aware of just how small she was. His resolve to protect her from the world, from all those heathens out there, strengthened tenfold. A slightly possessive, slightly comical growl, slid from his teeth. "I just want to kiss you!" he cried melodramatically. More of his tongue, more saliva, it was a torrential downpour all over her face.

He was laughing so hard now, so hard that he could barely breath. Most certainly, he could not stand. Abruptly, he flopped down on top of her. "Ufff!" He wiggled about, making himself comfortable, praying that he wasn't crushing her. "Man, this is one comfy bed!"

The flash of her tongue against his muzzle sent a strange, wild feeling down his spine. He almost felt bad for crushing her, but as he looked beneath him, watching the waving legs of the little angel, he figured she was being a good sport about it. "What?" He called out vaguely, looking around him. "Do I here someone talking?" His voice was serious, and he tried to keep the traces of a smile from sneaking back onto his face. Swinging his head about with affected air, he pretended Aisling was not even there, writhing beneath him, but it was difficult. He shifted his weight about, yawning dramatically, "Mnnn, I'm soooo tired. I could just about fall asleep!"

His ears pricked at the muffled sound of her voice. "What's that?" For good measure, he swung his head about comically a few more times, searching awfully hard for the source. But the flailing was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, and eventually Kiche relented. Yawning dramatically once more, Kiche rolled off of Aisling in an almost lazy fashion, flopping down on the ground beside her, his nose inches away from hers.

"Oh!" he exlaimed, feigning shock that only vaguely disguised his amusement. "Aisling! Were you there the whole time?" His cinnamon toned nose prodded and poked at her face as he snuffled his way through her fur as if he were following a scent trail. "What a nasty trick to play on me!"