Sheriff Jordan Blake gets a surprise visit from a bunny outlaw.
My thief breezes into the office.
Silver pistol at each hip, the hare stands before my desk. A long coat sways in the hot breeze, dust trailing off like a vapor. That smoky muzzle gleams a smile under stormy eyes.
A quick paw locks the door. The bunny's boots ring on the floorboards. "Howdy, lawbat."
"Six..." A pen drops from my hind paw, staining the cuff of my trousers and making a Dalmatian of the document. I jump up, but not in time to save them. "Aw, heck!"
"That's a fine way to greet a lady." A touch out of breath, she tilts my muzzle up into a kiss. The ghost of a cigarette haunts her lips.
Warmth floods my wings. The ink-stained pants and the intervening time since our last kiss vanish from my concern, leaving only the bunny standing over me. The kiss ends in a little rub of noses. "So you're a lady now?"
"Much as ah've ever been." Her muzzle aligns on mine like a compass needle. I wish that compass didn't lead her so far afield between kisses.
"Who're you running from now?"
"Nobody with fair odds a' catchin' me."
"Fair odds and you don't run together." My wings trace around her hips, finding that fluff of a tail.
Her caress falls on my wings like Arizona rain. "Never hear you complain when they're in your favor."
We kiss again. Sunlight spills in around us, discernible even when I close my eyes, just like the bunny in my wings. Our muzzles slide along each other until our foreheads touch. The window's dusty and the door's locked; in this rare moment I'm alone with her.
"You could always stay." Whispering, I smile, a trifle unsteady.
"You could always go." Her paw grazes my badge.
Not wanting to dwell on impossibilities, I rise into another kiss, letting my tongue trail along her lips.
She giggles, backing off just a little. "Ease off there, sugarwings. Yer kissin' is a mite distractin'."
"Reckoned that's the point." I kiss the corner of her smile.
"You can distract me in a moment's time. Right now I got a little something for you." Her long coat slips down those elegant arms, showing the delicate shades of her fur. She withdraws something from a pocket, then drops the coat to the floor in a heap. A parcel sits in her grasp, brown paper blending with the shades of her fur.
My ears flatten. "Something you stole?"
"Bought--" She tilts the paper-wrapped object. "I know you're all particular."
"Bought with stolen funds."
Her claws scritch under my chin, her voice losing its edge and most of its smoke. Her ears go down. "Ya want what I got or not?"
Helpless against her bunny charms, my wing thumbs trace the curve of her back.
She kisses me down into my chair, handing me the gift.
Touching it strikes my wings like electricity. "It's cold!"
"That it is, lawbat."
I laugh, holding it gingerly. Seems today comes full of surprises. "You come across an icebox out in the desert?"
"You don't expect a bunny to go tellin' you all her secrets, do ya?"
I slip the parcel paper off it, finding it to be a bottle marked with exotic glyphs and symbols.
"Some manner a' Oriental sarsaparilla. Seein' as you're so keen on fruit."
I turn the jade glass bottle over and try to twist off the cap. "Sarsaparilla's not a-- Wait, how'd you come to know what it says?"
Pushing aside the papers, she sits on my desk. "Got it from an otter chemist in California."
"And you take his word on that?" I struggle at opening it with my wings, since reaching up with hind paw would be uncouth.
"Gave him cause to tell me the truth." Her powerful legs cross before me. "Try it. I don't reckon it's even liquor. Least I think that's what he said. Talked a mite funny."
"You --huuh!-- inspire nothing but confidence, madam." I wrestle with the cap.
She snatches the bottle from my wings and raps it hard against the edge of my desk. The cap pops off, leaving little gouges in the wood. Her deft paws spin it back to eye level, not spilling a drop.
I nod. "Much obliged."
"Ah hate to see a lawbat in peril." She sweeps that hat off her ears. They sway, translucent in the midday sun, causing my heart to flutter like a bat's first flight. Smiling, she places the bottle at my lips.
I open my mouth with care. Cold floods my tongue, then sweetness. Effervesce prickles through my mouth. I lick my lips, then grin. "It's good."
She leans in closer, amused no doubt at my halfwitted reaction. An affectionate paw brushes my cheek. My wing thumbs curl around the bottle but she doesn't let go.
Her head shakes. "Bubbles tickle mah nose." Her pink nose twitches.
I raise my ears and eyebrows. We let time hang a moment.
She relents, releasing her grasp.
I lift the bottle to her lips. The chill of glass stands in sharp contrast with the heat in her fur. The moment can't last, I know; the bottle will empty and she will be gone. Yet, as she takes a tentative swallow, those paws gentle on my wings, none of that matters.
A bead of sarsaparilla runs down my wing thumb, cold as well water. The hare raises my fingers to her lips, licking them clean. "Not bad." She smiles.
My wings flush with heat. I wish I could blame the sun, or something in the drink, but I know the reason is slipping off my desk right now, straddling my lap.
"Ah keep showin' up like this, folk'll wonder if you're knockin' boots with a tall bunny fella."
"Not my fault you look the part."
"You sayin' you don't cotton to the way I look?" Her ears droop, their softness brushing my face.
I pretend my trousers aren't feeling a trifle confining. "Not at all, though you are a trifle manly."
Rising, squeezing my legs in hers, she plants a row of kisses up my muzzle. “Seems you need remindin' a’ just how manly I ain’t.”
Paws working with a gunslinger's speed, she undoes her vest. We both blush, heat running through my whole body, save where I’m gripping the bottle. I set it down.
Reaching up, my wings explore her fur. Sandstone gives way to alabaster, sunlight blooming behind her. My world runs awash in pink and whites, sunlight streaming through her rose quartz ears like the heavens parting. She sighs, my breath is stolen, and I lose myself in them; those endlessly complex veins dragging me down, down, down, past the curve of her breasts to the slope of her hips as my wings trace up under the vest along her naked back.
As we get to kissing, I wonder how I’d ever thought the day was hot before now.
A little Valentine surprise for you folks. Hope you liked it.