Spilling in from the east, sun pools atop a circular bed, warming the well-loved blankets that are draped across a pair of entwined creatures. With the nighttime chill gone, the sunbeam warms the covers juuuust enough for kitty paws to kick it away. Playing the role of small spoon, a small tabby streeeeetches within the embrace of her shaggy canine companion. Glad to start another day, she squirms back around and starts grooming the Samoyed's fur down with her tongue, planting little kisses as he snores still, gracing his fur with the ghosts of yesterday's lipstick. Soon he would wake, and prepare breakfast for the both of them, but Kate felt no need to rush things. Till her stomach rumbled, she would be content to lie there, sun warming her back and face nuzzling into fluffy heaven.
Yawning loudly and scratching his leg through a pair of boxers, Bruno pulls a pan of sausages and eggs off the stove and plates up two portions of breakfast for them both to enjoy. The dining room was just north of the bedroom, and with morning sun fully above the horizon, warmth and life filled the room. The table was a small and personal affair, seating provided by benches that allowed the two to eat side-by-side, with their back to the window. Seeing her dear drowsy puppy fumble with his fork, Kate gently takes it away and leans into his side, feeding him a morsel before taking a bite of her own food. She just can't pass up an opportunity to bully her lover, not that they come too often.The sky is still clear-blue this Saturday noon, as the couple find themselves out in the backyard. Both of them were finally dressed for the day, Bruno had chosen a casual outfit today, a polo and shorts, whereas Kate was wearing her typical outfit: bare fur and the collar locked 'round her neck. The big dog was lying down on the grass, watching the clouds and idly talking about the cloud formations that day, speculating whether the one near a distant mound could form a lenticular shape. Kate's body was lazily draped across his as she snoozed lightly, only rousing slightly to peek at particularly interesting meteorological phenomena when they were pointed out.
Overwarm from the sun beating down on them, iced drinks were on the menu that evening with the only difference being that Kate's choice was poured into a red bowl with "Kitten" printed on it in big black letters. The setting sun painted the western living room with shades or red and orange, dancing in the heat haze and tiger-striping Bruno's back as he pinned Kate to the carpet. His rough paws explored every inch of her body, re-visiting each sensitive spot just as he had a thousand times before. Only once his pet was in the right mindset, nearly feral and begging for release did he begin to strip down, ready to finally give her what she asked for and more.
It's late at night, and the two are once more in bed, cuddled together just as they were that morning. Any casual observer would fail to notice how Kate's belly seemed to have a gentle bump, how Bruno held her hips to his so closely, how their comingled scent filled the room. Even the gentle silver moonlight was none the wiser, shining down on them kindly and delivering peaceful dreams to usher them into the next day.