"How did you do it Haru?" Baron asked the next day, stroking the fur on her back as they lay in bed.

"How did I do what?" she asked, enjoying the feeling of his large, gentle hand.

"How did you make me so hungry for you last night? It was the most wonderful feeling…" he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"It's called teasing," she answered, rolling over to face him, brown eyes large and filled with starlight from the memory of their first night together. "What did you do, when my back was turned? I couldn't move – it was like lighting inside my body."

"I couldn't help myself – you smelled so good, and I had to know if you tasted as wonderful as you smelt," Baron said sheepishly.

"That's all it ever is, my love," Haru told him gently, running a finger down from his jaw line to his chest. "Tasting, teasing, finding out what feels good and what feels right. Feeling rather than thinking, acting on impulse – experimenting."

Haru pressed herself closer to Baron, both naked but for their fur. Lightly, she breathed into his ear and felt him shiver at the air's caress. "Try something, try anything," she whispered, bringing her mouth as close to his ear as she could.

He shivered again; excited by the freedom she was giving him. His hand caressed the curve of her waist and hip, but rather than continue down, he made himself go up. Her breasts were plump and soft, and he knew that one day kittens would drink from them. He wondered what it would taste like. Last night he had learnt that exploring with his mouth was an exciting thing, he tried it again, wrapping his mouth around her nipple.

"Oh!"

He was beginning to know the sound of Haru shocked by pleasure, and he liked the feelings it sent running through him to hear her. Baron laid a hand on Haru's shoulder and made her lie down on her back, as she had made him do the previous night. It was his turn.

He tried mimicking the motions of his mouth on the other nipple with his hand. Another rapturous moan was his answer. Kissing her the whole time, he left the breast behind and went downwards. He licked at her navel and felt her arch up to him. Climbing delicately over her body, he bent to kiss his wife solidly.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, curling her tail around his own. It didn't take much pull on her part to slip around him so perfectly, but it made him break the kiss to gasp in surprise.

"Yummy," Haru said, smiling up at him as she rubbed a calf against his hip, encouraging him to keep on going.

Baron peeled her legs away from him and moved down her body once more. He kissed the inside of her thigh and worked his way up until he reached where her fur was thicker. Nosing the folds apart, he found a little flap of skin and wondered what would happen if he nibbled and licked at it.

He soon found out that it made Haru moan and arch her back, caused her to release that salty treat from her body that he loved the taste of so much. Baron kept on licking.

A hand on the top of his head made him pause, and he looked up the length of Haru's peach-chocolate body to see that she was crying, ecstatic tears dampening her fur.

He moved, hungry for her as she was for him, it was time to satisfy their hungers. Plunging, he felt her legs come up around him again, as if she never wanted to let go of him. It was the only part of her that seemed able to move – her back was arched, her arms limp beside her, moans escaping her lips every time he went further in.

"Baron," she whispered. "My Baron."

His kiss did nothing to silence her moaning, but he was moaning too, neither of them were listening any more, everything was feeling. One of his hands found her nipple again, and toyed with it, exciting them both further.

At last, they lay exhausted once more, aching from the sensations that they had felt. Baron got up first. He had pulled on a shirt and his trousers before he decided he might as well get up properly, and put on his vest, bow tie, socks and shoes as well.

Haru padded off to shower, knowing that she had to wake up, shift into "day" gear, rather than "night", and begin acting like a wife, rather than just a lover. It would have been very nice though; pretending that nothing ever had to be done but lie in bed with Baron, making them both feel so wonderful all over.

Dry and dressed, Haru found the kitchen and made breakfast – toast with salad and scrambled egg, enough for two, since it didn't look as though Baron had made anything for himself.

She had nearly finished doing the eggs when her husband arrived, drawn, she knew, by his nose.

"I've squeezed us some fresh orange juice," she said, indicating the juicer with an elbow. "But would you make your special blend of tea?" she asked as she dished the eggs onto the salad and toast.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, eyeing the food, though he was happy enough to put the tea on and pour the orange juice.

"Breakfast," Haru answered. "You have a real body now, dear heart, you must feed it, or it will complain."

As if to emphasise her point, Baron's stomach chose that moment to growl a complaint against its emptiness when there were such delicious smells all around.

"Here," she said, handing him a plate with a kiss. "Eat." Haru watched him sit down at the table before she took off the blue, slightly frilly apron that she had put on over her cream coloured dress. When she had hung up the apron, she took her breakfast and sat down across from her husband.

… And I think to myself: what a wonderful world. Music played from beyond the kitchen, and Haru agreed with the song. Yes, it was a wonderful world.