Eight Wonderful Years
Before I started writing commissions for money, full time, I used to write about my character and FA: JinxRita a lot more often. I'd been meaning to write about us more often in the days to come, and what better day to do so than our anniversary?
In this very short, but very sweet tidbit, I spin a little yarn about the life that Rosie and I dream of, and the life that we will have someday very soon, no matter what it takes.
Happy anniversary, love. These eight years have been the best of my life, and I can only hope fate is kind enough to give us at least eighty more.
Enjoy, everyone, but Rosie especially.
Rose petals were strewn about the floor, and the only light that allowed anyone to see them was the low, cool burning flames of candles, scented with the rousing aromas of natural vanilla and caramel.
It was something that they'd been talking about for years, and finally, they were able to do it.
Rose was sitting back in her large, luxurious tub, enjoying the fact that she had room to spread out, even with her boyfriend of eight years, Joshiah, sitting across from her. Clothes had been lost along the way, scattering the rose petals and covering the eloquent tiles of the bathroom floor, one that they'd been able to design together, now that their lives were more in order.
It was an event eight years in the making, and one that they'd discussed so many times, it was starting to feel cliche, without it ever having happened.
"The water is perfect, baby," Joshiah said, his voice soft and soothed as his naked torso sunk under the water after Rose did, hiding their nudity and preserving their modesty. Even after eight years of happy memories, Rose still knew how to make Joshiah blush, and lucky for the hybrid, she was still appreciative of his naked figure to the point of blushing every time that she saw it.
Rose, a hybrid herself of feline and vulpine, could feel the moisture of the jetted tub running up along her headfur, soaking in to the locks of light brown as they settled upon the surface of the water, leaving only her head visible above the ripples. "And here I thought it might be a little too warm for you," she admitted. Joshiah, the token joyofolf of the world, was quite a bit more sensitive to heat, and Rose was far more sensitive to the cold, thanks to her fennec fox heritage.
It was the little things like that, the very minute differences, that stood out between them, and sometimes, the things that brought them together the most. Joshiah was always extra warm, and Rose was always in need of a little extra heat to hold onto. They had the perfect chemistry of knowing when to be silly with each other, and when to be serious, and as the years went by, they learned more and more ways to bring each side out of the other.
Joshiah found it funny that they always gave each other credit for that, as he was quick to blame Rose for "making him this silly in the first place," but Rose would argue that "he brought the silliness out of her," as well. Neither one of them could remember when that little battle started, necessarily, but all those years later, they still had moments of thankfulness to the other, simply glad that they'd made their lives so much better.
Joshiah couldn't think of a day where he didn't wake up and place the bracelet bearing her name around his wrist. Rose, likewise, never left the house without her lotus ring, a gift that might seem silly to some, but it hearkened back to a trip to Hawaii that they spent together years before, one of the first times they'd been able to spend time together at length, and a magical one, at that.
"I gotta admit, it was a little bit toasty at first," Joshiah suggested, "But it's our first time sharing a tub like this together, and I didn't feel like waiting to get used to the heat."
It was a large, jetted soaker tub, one that was deep and wide enough to support two users at once. It was adjacent to the standing shower that Joshiah was so fond of, and though it had taken all of their time over the last eight years to accomplish such a feat, they were finally together again, sharing a home and a life that they'd sacrificed for countless times.
There was no keeping track of money, favors, or who gave more. It didn't matter to them; all that mattered was the presence of the other, and that finally, they had exactly that.
It was a cozy house in the suburbs, not quite being the dream house that either one of them had wanted, but it was spacious enough to hold all of their things, and they could afford it, which was saying a lot for people in their mid-twenties. The thought often crossed Joshiah's mind, but it was far from his thoughts as he took the wine glass from the side of the tub and brought it out, extending it towards Rose.
Sparkling, captivating eyes of jade lit up at the sight, and Rose took her glass in the soft, brown fur of her pawtips and moved it forward to the delightful sound of a gentle clink!
"To us, Rose...we were worth the wait."
Joshiah took his glass back to his muzzle and pressed it to his lips, letting out the faintest rumble of delight at the warmth of the Riesling pouring down his throat. "We were worth every minute of it," Rose agreed, as she brought her own glass to her lips and took a more delicate sip. She appreciated the choice of a slightly sweeter wine, but the more that she hung around the scotchhead of a joyofolf, the more her palette expanding, and the more things she came to enjoy. Likewise, the longer Joshiah stayed with Rose, the more things he was willing to try, and the more foods he found he might actually enjoy!
Except onions. He still hated those.
The glasses were set back down, and Joshiah's eyes, soft and blue, gazed deep into Rose's for just a moment, before the kixen started to drift across the water, moving closer to him and taking him by surprise. Her body, warmed by the hot, bubbly water and nude under the water, came to rest against his own, her fur of tawny, sandy tan mingling so perfectly with the black base coat and wild, neon orange stripes of his own fur. No matter how many times he held her, Joshiah never took moments like that for granted, and he couldn't help a faint blush under his cheeks as his arms settled around her lower back and squeezed her body into his, their bare chests resting against each other in a sensual, but romantic moment.
"Feeling a bit affectionate tonight, aren't we?" he asked, a teasing trill in his voice as he leaned down, nestling into the tresses of his lover's hair. He embraced her lovely, sweet, and yet, slightly floral scent, never forgetting just how wonderful her natural aroma was, and how it brought a smile to his face every time she came close.
"It is our anniversary," Rose pointed out, snickering a little bit as she leaned in closer, nestling her cheek into the crook of his neck and pressing a tiny kiss to the side of his throat. "And just for getting to be here with you...it might be the best one yet."
Joshiah gently ran his claws up and down over the small of her lower back, letting the tips tickle and tease at her oft-sore back. "Still plenty of time for me to mess things up, y'know," he pointed out, but Rose was quick to lean up and press her lips upon his own, her muzzle fully against his in the sudden and passionate exchange.
"There's nothing you could do to ruin this moment," she whispered, her lips staying so close to his own that with each word she spoke, her delicate flesh kissed and brushed against his own sensitive lips.
Naturally, Joshiah didn't actually want to do anything to ruin the moment...but it was always comforting to hear such a thing from Rose, who refused to drift away from him, and as his arms wrapped tighter around her body, he made it clear he didn't want her going anywhere, either.
After all, there was nowhere to go, right then, and nowhere either one would rather be. The gentle, delicate dance that started between their lips quickly grew deeper as Joshiah opened his muzzle just the tiniest bit, letting his lover take as full of a taste of his maw as she desired...and she happily obliged, pressing the very tip of her tongue to his own with a quiet, pleasant rumble of delight, one that curled the very end of her long, fluffy tail up and out of the water.
It had been eight years in the making, but as two naked, passionate bodies stayed close, things were finally right in the world, for Joshiah and Rose.
Happy eighth anniversary, sweetheart, Joshiah thought, as his lips quivered faintly from the simply electric sensation of Rose being so perfectly close to him.
Here's to eighty more...