"Pookie, come on."

Joanne looked around nervously. "I don't know Honeybear…"

"Come on, scared?" I asked her. Joanne's eyes narrowed at me.

"I'm never scared," she stated coldly. I looked at her and smirked.

"Chicken! Chicken!" I started flapping my wings and Joanne looked at me like she could kill me. I then decided to make chicken noises, to send her over the edge even more. Joanne cocked an eyebrow at me and then she rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

I then smirked, leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. "Good girl," I said to her almost as if I was speaking to a dog. Joanne smiled at me and rolled her eyes again.

"Don't address me like a dog."

I smiled at her and then threw my arms around her neck. "But you are a dog," I whispered seductively. I rocked back and forth on her neck, like I was on a boat. It annoyed Joanne when I did that. But hell, I loved to annoy her almost as much as I loved her.

I nuzzled my face into her shoulder, sniffing her perfume. Joanne always wore Lavender perfume that was so distinctive from all the other perfumes. It smelt real, almost as if she bathed in lavender everyday. I always hated the smell of regular perfume. It smelt like fake, wannabe flowers with a disgusting scent to it that always turned me off. I can't lay my finger on how to describe it. But whenever I smelt Joanne's perfume, it smelt real. Real, like she bathed in lavender everyday.

I kissed her bare shoulder, almost positive that my new red lipstick was going to leave a reminder on her soft skin of how much I loved her.

"I am not a dog," Joanne intimated softly to me. I felt her arms come around my waist as she pulled me closer to her. "You're the dog here."

I looked up at her. "I'm not a dog," I snapped quietly. Joanne smirked. "You are my dog. You wouldn't dare leave my side."

"Oh yeah?" Joanne asked me.

"Yeah."

Joanne slowly pulled away from me and smirked, one of the few times she actually smirked. I wrapped my arms around her back, trying to pull Joanne back into me. She hesitated. I didn't want to do this. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair. I wanted to kiss her lips that smelt like apricot. I wanted to breathe the lavender that she bathed in everyday. I wanted my Joanne.

"Come on baby," I begged her.

Joanne did nothing.

I leaned forward and rested my head on her shoulder. I tilted my head towards her ear. "Let me be your dog," I intimated more seductively.

Joanne smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Only if you're a Chihuahua," Joanne whispered.

I smirked and replied to her request with a passionate kiss on her apricot lips. After I broke it I smiled at her.

"I'll be whatever the hell you want me to be."