So, this is the first of multiple little one-shots between Chelsea and Vaughn, each one with her dog holding a pretty inportant part. So, I hope you enjoy!

I do not own Harvest Moon, don't now, probably never will. :(


I was trying my best to read the letter held in my hands. Really, I was. But I found it extremely difficult to concentrate on the piece of paper in my hands when, at my feet, my girlfriend was directing every single ounce of attention and love that she had at the small dog in her lap. I listened to her coo gentle words to the puppy, scratching him in his favorite spots, and then everywhere else as well, as I tried, once again, to focus on the words in front of me.

Julia was currently on her honeymoon with Elliot, and had written to her best friend Chelsea three days after her departure, updating her on how things were, and telling her about some of the things that she was doing. What I was attempting to read however, was not that note. That note, was apparently for Chelsea's eyes only, though, it wasn't as if I was interested in reading the girl's gossip anyways. What I was reading, was a note meant for Mirabelle and me, telling us about where the pretty blond and her new husband were, a very little bit about what they were doing, and finally, when they were planning to come home. I had to admit, I was somewhat happy to hear from my younger cousin, though I was even happier that what I had heard had been very little, as many details were being left out.

After managing to read that whole second to last paragraph, my attention was once again snapped away from the stationary as the petite woman leaning against the side of the couch giggled. My head snapped down to the spot on the floor in-between my two legs to once again gaze at the farmer fawning over her canine companion. At the time, the animal was rubbing the top of its soft head against the underside of the girl's chest lovingly, as she quickly ran her hand back and forth against its side. That was when I decided that I had had enough.

Tossing the paper to the side without even bothering to read the ending, I placed my hands under the brunette's arms and raised her off of the floor and into my lap, her light blue eyes growing wide with surprise as I did so. The dog, having been had its master abruptly snatched away from it, yipped at me angrily, voicing its concerns. To solve the problem of the unwelcome noise, I pulled the black Stetson hat off of my head and placed it on the dog's, drawing its attention away from us and on to getting the thing off of its head.

"That wasn't very nice." The beautiful woman in my arms scolded me.

If this were any other situation, I would have simply shrugged, a small, guilty smile pulling at my lips. And Chelsea would have been okay with that. But this wasn't just any situation that we were in. "No, do you know what's not nice? What's not nice is making your boyfriend have to watch you give your dog more attention than you give him sometimes." I said, letting the jealousy that I had felt earlier for the simple animal show.

Chelsea's cheeks flushed a light pink, and her small white teeth showed as she lightly bit down on her bottom lip. From having watched her so much, I knew that it was a sure sign that she was feeling guilty. "I give you attention." She tried to defend herself.

I narrowed my eyes at her, even though what I really wanted to do was smile due to how adorable she looked. I slid her off of my lap and on to the spot next to me on the small couch, her back resting against the soft cushions. I leaned over the young woman, our faces only inches apart as I whispered in what I hoped was a seductive voice. "You must be giving me less than you think, because I feel extremely deprived of your attention right now." I watching her swallow, her sky colored eyes growing large once again. "And I'll tell you what; I'm not letting you leave my sight until I've gotten enough of you."

"Will you ever get enough of me?" She asked, the look in her eyes telling me that she was worried I would grow board of her, or something ridiculous like that.

"Never." I swore, before I leaned down the rest of the way so that our lips were touching, my arms on either side of the amazing person underneath me holding my weight, as to not hurt her small form.

When we finally broke apart, I could have sworn that I heard her breath, "Good." Before I once again claimed her lips, and relished in the joy of something that Chelsea's dog could never do.