Moo?

Becksdale awoke the next morning wrapped around Danyssa’s thin midsection. The apartment wasn’t hers. A point of fact, this was much nicer than her apartment. A hand was stroked her hair. “Arthur left earlier. Let me guess ‘moo’” Becky sat up. “What?” The hand paused. “Ah, he said for the day, didn’t he? You’ve made nothing but moo noises since yesterday.” She sat up. “Yeah, I… we… I’ve never done anything like that before, but it was fun, right?” Danyssa barked a laugh. “I would say so.” They both laughed, the temporary awkwardness melted away to a companionable moment. Becksdale put her head back on Danyssa’s stomach. “I’m glad.”

They eventually untangled themselves, setting themselves to getting ready for the day. Dany didn’t have anything in the Holstaur’s size so they ran laundry before they left for work. Becky made omelettes. Eventually they made their way to the office.

They ended up having more in common than originally thought. They both graduated from the same university, they shared a favorite coffee shop and, to their considerable surprise and great shame, both went through a goth phase back in high school. When they both realized it Becksdale laughed so hard she needed to spit out her coffee, luckily avoided ruining her fresh top.

By the time they arrived they were chatting like they’d known each other for years.