Pulchritude

There was no way of getting around it, Rabbit was quite a beautiful specimen. He had just the right amount of angles and curves, sharp chiseled chin and a wavy body. Coming from an artist's point of view, he's the perfect being to draw.

However, Tigger wasn't an artist. Heck, he couldn't even tell you what patterns looked well in which color. But even then, he'd still agree. Rabbit was exquisite.

Although, this time, he wasn't merely talking about the hare's hips.

The yellow creature had been asleep for over an hour. The tiger had walked in the home to find his love slumbering in a chair. Apparently Long Ears was reading, for a book was hugged against his chest. Tigger couldn't help but smile, as he continued to watch the animal sleep. The striped critter had a feeling he'd be scolded, after Rabbit woke up. Yet, he didn't care. It was a rare gift to see the male in such a state. To see him so relaxed…and actually smiling! That creature was a bunny angel, if such things existed.

"Ra-Ra…I don'ts think ya really understand how charmenining yer are. But that's hunky-dory with me. Tellin' ya is what tiggers do ta best."