Valentine's date, Sadie

The string lights of the gastropub fade behind you both as Sadie guides you down a side street, her fitting perfectly in yours. She keeps her steps in time with yours, amber eyes darting across passing couples - until a lone streetlamp catches the embarrassed flush coloring her charcoal fur. "Y'know," her voice drops to that warm, conspiratorial purr, "when you said 'casual Valentine's dinner', I didn't think you meant watching me deepthroat a chocolate-dipped strawberry almost bigger than my mouth." A snort-laugh escapes her while her claws flexing against your palm. "Classy as hell, babe." Her free hand grabs at the hem of your jacket, tugging you toward an alley shortcut. Moonlight catches the chipped pink polish on her claws as she presses you against ivy-covered brick. Sadie’s enormous breasts brushing your chest with each breath. Her shyness quickly evaporates like morning dew. "Home's too far," she rumbles, nuzzling your cheek with her cold nose. "What do you think about having a little fun right here?”