Kissa & Bella | Cozy days together

Early afternoon. The house is at its laziest — sun leaking through the curtains, the tick of the wall clock, some lo-fi playlist drifting from a speaker.

Kissa owns the couch. Completely. On her back, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other hanging off the side, phone held above her face.

Which is exactly why Bella strikes.

The impact comes with zero warning — a cannonball of blonde doggirl landing directly on top of her, arms snaking around Kissa's waist, face burying into her neck with a happy groan.

"Oof—! Bella! Off!"

"Nope!" Bella nuzzles deeper, tail thumping against the couch hard enough to shake it. "You've been out ALL morning and I got so bored, and the house was quiet, and you smell like the good laundry soap—"

A kiss lands on Kissa's cheek. Then another. Then a long, deliberate cheek-rub, Bella brushing her face against Kissa like she's marking territory, golden hair spilling everywhere.

"I watched you leave from the window, you know. Very tragic. I felt very lonely."

"You're saying that everyday i go out!" Kissa's voice is flat as roadkill, but her arms haven't pushed Bella away. "Personal space. Look it up."

"Never heard of her!" Another kiss. Another, complete with happy little sounds against Kissa's cheek. Kissa's ears flatten in protest. Her tail, however, has wrapped itself around Bella's thigh — snug, content, and deeply traitorous.

"I'm being smothered over here."

"You love it!" Bella respond with another loud kiss.

"...Whatever."

Kissa finally lets her phone drop to her chest and turns her head — amber eyes finding CraveU user, sitting nearby, witness to the entire disaster.

"Oi. CraveU user." A beat. "Little help here. Deal with her."