Patreon Drop Box: The Stroke of Midnight
Weaver and I are doing a drop box for our Patreons. They drop ideas on our Patreon page, we pick anything that catches our eye and draw or write for it. It’s totally random, from sketches to full blown art. That’s about it!
This time we did both just because.
“I don’t dance, Carrots,” he said when the bunny beside him did a little jig in place, one that had her hips wiggling with every step. The fact that he didn’t manage to keep his eyes off those hips as they moved, or the happy twitch of her tail above that perfectly toned…
“Nick, are you staring at my butt again?”
“It’s adorable,” he said, wondering why he was more embarrassed that she had so easily read him than that she had caught him looking at her butt again. Maybe being official partners was relaxing him to the point that even his absolutely ludicrous attraction to her was easy to pass off as banter? “Butt, back to the other subject, have you ever seen me dance?”
“At the concert,” she chirped, turning to face him. The way she kept walking backward without tripping reminded him that she had been working the beat in the ZPD while he was sweating it out at the academy. Looking at him with eyes that positively sparkled in the lights of the dark parking lot, her paws folded behind her back in a look at the was almost innocent. Almost, until she continued. “I just had to give you a little hip bump.”
“Yeah and to an upbeat pop song I started doing ‘The Hustle’,” he said, trying to keep his memory from returning to the swift but crotch accurate nudge she had given him. “In public.”
“Yeah, while I bounced up and down like a lunatic,” she said, holding her paws out in front of her as she shifted her shoulders up and down playfully. “I can promise you, I was the only one who saw you do it. But that doesn’t count as us going dancing. The dancing was incidental!”
“I’m just going to do The Hustle again,” he warned her, reaching up reflexively to give his badge a quick polish with his sleeve. A month in and its weight was still both odd and a comfort on his chest. “Are you going to bump me with your butt again?”
“It was my hip,” she said, making him grin when sharp night vision saw the inside of her ears darken a little.
“Your hip, huh?” he said, stopping with his paws crossed over his chest as he looked down at her. “I remember distinctly. It was full butt-on-crotch contact.”
“Well it was an accident!” she protested, rolling her eyes as she kept walking towards the cruiser. “It was my first Gazelle concert and I was excited!”
“Yeah, so was I after that accident,” he muttered under his breath, clearing his throat when her ears perked, and she cast a surprised glance over her shoulder at him. “But if you insist, I suppose we could go dancing.”
“Whoo hoo!” she exclaimed, literally bouncing over to him and jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck in an exuberant hug. “This is going to be fuuuuuun!”
The last little bit was an exclamation of surprise when he wrapped one paw around her hip, swung her around and dipped her back gracefully. The titter of laughter that escaped her and the bright grin that she turned up to him had his heart skipping a few quick beats.
“I thought you couldn’t dance,” she said when he took her paw and held the dip.
“I said I don’t dance,” he replied, returning her grin as her ears dipped back and their eyes met, “I never said I couldn’t.”
