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A Sunday snippet for y'all today, and it's back to Daniel and Speckle! Yay! This came out of me today, when I felt like typing, and needed a break from thinking about something else I could write, so off I went, and here we go. I hope you like it, and that you'll amuse me with many comments, of course! All the feedback is always great appreciated!

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I know that I was only supposed to help wash his back.

The way how he winked and swished his tail as he stepped into my little shower cubicle, all tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, leonine, and smiling boyishly, and that long, bushy-tipped tail swung and beckoned for me to join.

The warm water rushed over us, and he used that very same tail to close the sliding doors, because, as you might have guessed, his arms were too busy pulling me onto him, for the soft meeting of our bodies.

"Hmmmm...." he murmured, head tipping down amidst the cascade of water, to mesh his muzzle with mine in a kiss that I eagerly responded to, and didn't spare the tongue.

Damn it, Daniel Hobbes, I do love you with all of my heart, but that doesn't mean I can't acknowledge that you're walking sex on two hunky legs as well.

My butt plastered a funny shape against the fogged-up plastic door while we kissed and made the best out of the limited space available in the small shower cubicle.

We made out.

"Wish we needn't work tonight," I took the opportunity to whisper, during a breath between our seeking kisses that had nothing to do with showering anymore.

My tail swished against the shower cubicle door like a car window wiper when our hips pressed together, firmly, sending warm thrills through our bodies. I was hard again, roused by the warm water, the friction, and sheer Daniel enclosing me, front and back.

One of his paws dropped down over my butt and squeezed on me, and I gasped against his muzzle, out of joy.

"Our work never stops," Daniel replied on his turn to breathe, purring against my lips in that way that made my own tickle.

I almost giggled when our wet whiskers made the occasional contact, while our bodies continued to rock and slide together, aided by the wetness of the water that matted our furs into a comfortable, nice pillow for our hips to meet. It tickled, brushed and stroked in all the right ways, over sensitive skin that had been used several times already today, and judging by how things were turning out during our not so innocent shower.

"I wish this would never stop."

Damn it. This lion had the ability to turn me into a blabbering fool at the most inconvenient times, including while we were trying to have some more, intense, playful, great, warm, soul-searching, affirming, manly sex.

The kiss stopped abruptly, or so it felt, and for a while it was just us breathing against one another, paws clasping, and our hearts raced. I heard his heart, beating for me.

His eyes were so beautiful that I suspected some sort of a god might've existed simply for the purpose of making into reality something that was so wonderful to look at, and feel, and love.

Mere staring didn't last for too long, though. We were both intoxicated by our new liberties, and there was no stopping us once we got going, and boy were we going.

"Hhmmmmmmmmm" he purred while his lips moved to my neck and his paws, those strong, fire ax-swinging paws, pinned mine against the tiled wall.

Possessive, yes.

Protective, definitely.

A turn-on?

Try having a 180-pound lion pin you against something and don't pretend that it does things to you that are too rude to even think about in the presence of your mother who'll already blush at the sight of you two holding paws.

Lips and raspy tongue over my wet neck were enough to make me almost bark out in pleasure.

Until his paws grip my sides and Daniel tells us to swap places, so that I'm standing under the rush of water, and my fierce fire lion is kneeling in the space I previously occupied.

The things that shower cubicle door was getting pressed against it today...

"Ohhh Daniel..."

He might've been the one who purred like a pro, but I wasn't too badly off myself, while my lion let his own purrs to felt in the most sensitive place imaginable. My paws formed scoops for the water to run over his head, too, while I tried not to yank his lovely head furs out while he...

While I went "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH" again and his fingers squeezed on me just where they needed to squeeze and he tasted me and grinned afterwards, like the naughty cat he was.

The shower cubicle door rattled when Daniel got up to his footpaws again, we shifted around, embraced, and lingered.

"Your turn," I whispered, panting from my earlier e-something, and it wasn't just the exercise.

If we keep this pace up, I'm going to be in shape to run the Chicago Marathon in no time.

I slipped my paw between our bodies and squeezed him, giving my Daniel some impetus to think quickly on how he wanted his turn to happen. My big, strong lion groaned, under my power, and did one of those big, romantic love-kisses that involved him cupping my chin and pressing his lips sweetly into mine.

That was my Daniel. He could make a pawjob into a romantic experience, even when I was acting like a total horndog after my newly acquired Daniel-provided orgasm. What else could a little Dalmatian like me want?

Maybe plenty more Daniel, please?

"I want you in me again," I almost resorted to whimpering when his lips dipped against my neck once more as he released my muzzle for speaking purposes for the moment.

"Here?" was his only response, purred against my ear in a breath that rivaled the water in hotness.

"Anywhere," I replied, and probably a bit too eager for my own good, with my tail wagging and all.

I almost collapsed against the wall when he released me, turned around, and stepped out of the shower, dripping copious water everywhere while he stormed out of the bathroom. I leaned against the wall, panted, breathed, and tried not to grimace under the water rushing onto my oversensitive flesh.

At least I didn't have to wait long for him to return, sleek with the water on his furs, making puddles with each step. I didn't even want to think how my bedroom looked after he had rummaged through in search of what now enclosed his hard member.

The shower became very crowded and very grinning when the door slid closed and my lion put his arms around me. I wound my own about his neck, embracing him as soon as I felt his paws clasp onto my rump.

"Wow!" I breathed out when the floor was no more.

"They don't teach this at the rescue academy," the tall, handsome lion rumbled as he propped me against the wall, paws under my butt, and I instantly knew where my legs were supposed to go.

"Oh, Jesus..." I moaned.

He grinned and kissed me, and slowly, as we got comfortable, he pushed, and I pressed, and with the help of my weight, which he could now control with his remarkably strong arms, Daniel slipped into me. He'd been there twice already and I was ready, and I only had to press my lips against his shoulder briefly, to battle out the gasp and the grimace that were inevitable at that particularly point.

"Ahhhhh..." my lion moaned, and I could feel the tension in his body, on his shoulders, with my paws, and on his back and hips, with my legs, securely around his waist.

My tail was wagging everywhere, including striking Daniel into very sensitive places, but he didn't seem to mind.

The very first thrust made me throw my head back and almost slam it into the wall. I moaned out, and my eyes were filled with the sight of the water-licked lion, holding me up, watching me with the most passionate expression I could think of.

"Iveneverdoneitlikethis!" I managed the only words available to me at the time, in a single, breathless slur.

He didn't even have to speak. The rocking of our bodies soon made enough slippery noises to make talking almost impossible in the noisy, wet, steamy atmosphere of the shower that was soon also filled with out mutual musk. I held him, he held me, we had scintillating sex in the shower, and I had to admit, having a hunky boyfriend seemed to have its extra special benefits, I discovered, while my black spots almost rubbed themselves off onto the white tiles of the shower wall.

True to his feline nature, he was a quick to recharge, but what he lacked in stamina, he more than made up for in passion, and after only a couple of minutes, by the time his arms surely started to feel a bit stiff from holding me up, he roared out as much as it was polite to do in civilized company, and then simply held me very close and very still.

"Oh, Daniel..." I might've been repeating myself, but it seemed appropriate.

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So what next?

Well, we did manage to wash each other's backs, and compliment each other's butts - mine was "bouncy and cute", as he told me, running his paws a bit too intently between my spotted cheeks, and I declared Daniel's to be "difficult to tell where it starts and ends because you're kinda muscular all over down here", I said, indicating with my paws where I considered his best assets to be located to, and with a bit of tail-flapping and kissing, we actually managed to finally get out of the by now completely fogged-up bathroom.

I made some coffee, because it's always good to start caffeine-loading before a long night shift, and we sat down in my small kitchen table to drink it, smiling like idiots for most of the time.

"Speckle?" Daniel spoke to me after his second bagel was reduced to nothing but a few crumbs on his fuzzy chin.

"Yeah?" I oozed, all too nice in my warm bathrobe and boxers and fuzzy slippers.

I love slippers. I planned to convert Daniel, too.

"Would it be too early for a sleepover?" my lion asked me, smiling cutely.

My ears perked in the little way they did, and I smiled back.

"How do you mean?" I replied.

"I'm out at seven and I suppose you're out at eight so that would leave me about an hour to warm up that bed of yours before you come back...if you'd like."

I could've almost cried. The shy angle of his ears was enough to make me want to jump over the table and kiss his tongue numb, but instead, I just took his paw, resting on the table as it was, and I squeezed it firmly.

"Goddamn you, Daniel" I breathed out.

"Love you too," he replied, with a gentle smile that made my even my toes tingle.

The voice that carried those words to my blushing ears told me that it wasn't exactly an easy thing to say for him, but I knew that we could talk about later. Now was the time to float in the pink cloud, to dream, to have sex, and to tell each other that you had crumbs on your chin.

"Love you too," I whispered. "And I love your idea, of course I do!"

My tail was already wagging.

"I'll just have to find you a spare key," I said demurely, heat over my cheeks as we gazed into each other's eyes. "But I'm sure I have one here somewhere, heheh."

"I'll cook you breakfast," Daniel replied, fingers curling around mine to cup my paw into his own.

"You needn't," I whispered coyly.

"I'll even change the sheets," he winked.

I let my eyes widened.

"Don't you dare!" I yelped.

The lion chuckled.

"They've seen better days, I think."

I snuffled and poked his paw with my padded fingers, and then tickled his palm, making his own fingers curl, and a little purr to happen.

"I like how they smell now, though," I said.

"Heheh," he smiled.

I smiled back, too.

Oh damn, how would I ever explain this persistent smile at work?

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