"You got me. I am a furry. The only reason I tolerate you is because of the hair on your legs."

Mimi playfully dodges the pillow and backs up off the bed.

"I don't know why you are so hot and bothered by my tails now. You knew that I wear them even before we started dating. You," Mimi points a finger at her unamused wife, "pursued," naughtily pointing at herself, "me."

Hastily putting textbooks into her teacher's satchel, Sara runs her hands through her short jet-black hair, soothing herself before speaking, "I just don't think that you should wear them all the time. I think they are starting to smell!"

"I do not smell!" Mimi blurts, walking over to the professor, with her eleven tails swaying behind her, "Look babe, it's a part of my stage presence and for social media." Mimi lifts up her hands to display the metal claws on her hands, "I have the tails so people don't look at these. It keeps us installed in this gorgeous flat. Why is this bothering you now? We've been married for a year."

"Do you remember when you brought me that bouquet of snapdragons?" Sara drops her bag on the floor and runs another hand through her hair. The static from her hands sending the bob in all directions.

"Of course! You couldn't keep your hands off me and we . . ."

Sara put her hand out to interrupt, "My boss pulled me aside and asked why I had married a juvenile delinquent."

Ouch.

"Sweetheart, I am fairly sure that is professional harassment. I am pretty sure I have a lawyer friend that could . . ." Mimi starts scrolling through the long list of contacts on her phone.

"Minori Rei!"

Wincing, Mimi sits on the barstool by the kitchenette, her tails dangling to hang petulantly by her feet, the fur standing on edge, "I don't want to be the one to embarrass you. I love visiting you at work. It reminds me of when we first started dating. But if you want me to stop, I will."

Sara walks to her wife, wrapping her tightly in her arms, her baby bump pressing into Mimi's stomach, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Rubbing her back, Mimi very gently grazes her claws in small circles all over before just hugging her close.

"The baby giving you grief?" Mimi asks, nuzzling her mate's nose affectionately.

"It keeps kicking my ribs. I should have made you carry it. Strap you into the gyno chair and use a turkey baster!"

"Kinky," Mimi said dryly. Laying kisses along the top of her head, which was nestled nicely along her collarbone.

Despite being in the second trimester of her pregnancy, Sara continued wearing her favorite blue pair of kitten heels. Mimi still towers over her at 6'1. Much to Sara's sometimes annoyance.

"I have to pee every three minutes, and I can't stop crying. My student Christian played hot cross buns on the erhu, and I spent the next ten minutes in my office after class crying at how good it sounded!"

"Do you want to take the day off? I can call off practice, and we can spend the day together just laying around cuddling," Mimi puts a hand between them and gently rubs the rounded belly.

"Argh, that sounds wonderful, but I can't miss my classes. The music helps, I think. Like a lullaby."

Mimi winces, thinking of some of the students she had accidentally overheard hovering outside her wife's door. When suddenly, she feels a sharp kick to her hand.

"Wow, you swallow an entire Jet Li while I wasn't looking?" Mimi presses her other hand to her wife's stomach. Absolutely fascinated and awed.

"I don't want you to stop. Coming to campus, I mean," Sara confesses after a time, "I love having you there. It is just that with budget cuts, I am on edge. The art departments are usually the first to take a beating."

"Well, even if you do lose your job. You will always have me. Both of you will have me," Mimi quips, breathing in the scent of mint that her wife always smelled of.

"Yes, that's right," Sara pulls away a little and taps her finger on her wife's nose, one tap for every syllable, "Trust," tap, "fund," tap, "baby" tap, tap.

"I'm just saying I could take care of you if something happens," Mimi pouts, swinging her tails from side to side.

"Let's just hope it doesn't get to that," Sara sighs and kisses her lips, causing the black and red tails to rise and fold around her in a fluffy hug.

Sarah strokes the tail closest to her. It is incredibly soft. The fur is black with a red sheen, "I have to figure out how you do that."

Pressing her forehead to the top of Sara's head, Mimi murmurs, "Do what?"

"Control your tails like that," Sara laughs, yanking on the tail hard.

Pulling away, Sara grabs her satchel, "Now I am going to be late. I am reviewing the guqin today!"

"Have fun! I'll pick up something for dinner," Mimi smiles and waits for her wife to leave before rubbing at her sore butt.

"That fucking hurt," Mimi growls, "love you too."