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Allison always used two hands.
She ran her fingers through her boyfriend’s hair with one. Ruffling his soft, shaggy locks with a bright smile on her face.
She gently scratched under his chin with the other. Tickling him with her manicured nails, feeling him vibrate while humming with joy.
“Who's a good boy?”
Scott swayed his hips from side to side, wagging the tail he never thought he wanted. Propped up on his hands and knees, he leaned into her doting touch. Closer and closer to the love of his life. Right up to her supple cheek where he planted a light kiss.
“I-Is it me?” He asked sheepishly, pulling his eyebrows inward and tilting his head to the side.
She rolled her eyes playfully before nodding her answer.
“Yes, silly! You're my very good boy!”
Allison loved watching the red rush across his warm face.
“All yours?”
She took him by the side of his face with both hands, and pulled him closer to hers. Curled a few strands of hair behind his ears. Watched his blush burn hotter.
“All mine.”
She nuzzled the tip of his nose with hers, giggling as his fur grazed her skin. Scott chuckled in her gentle grasp, feeling silly for even questioning it.
She was unafraid of his sharp canines that poked out from his grin. Taken away by his gleaming sun set eyes. Melted at his tender kisses.
Allison was right at home, no matter what form her Scott was in.