Two Renamon Idle On A Couch

 

            Rix’s nose wiggled on his snout. Not a playful, scrutinized emotion that jerked in sharp jerks. This wiggle went slower in full, distending nostrils, inhaling air samples to taste later on the taste buds. He rose from his lain back position and sat upright, sniffling and scenting an invisible odor caught in a ventilation Jet Stream. Heat, massaged with moisture, hit him first, receding after he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. He drank more air. Weighted swine basted with an apple-cinnamon glaze; earthen steam from the mashed potatoes; spices that tickled nose hairs; and when he braced backwards, muzzle growling hunger, one unexpected aroma drove him upright again. Tortured meat branded alongside baby onions.

 

     His eyes furrowed at the television. “What’s he cooking in there?”

 

            “Probably steak again, been having it for the past couple days. I would rather live out in the streets for a nice dinner bucket of chicken or,” Renamon hazed, “Ribs. Not those crappy dinner-meal bones, but hand carved, artery clogging swine.”

 

            “Certainly not something you’d find in the digital world eh?”

 

     Kiyra shared in his chuckle, resting on the opposite couch arm. “Nothing like it. Though meals from mom always seemed special in some ways, kinda makes me wish I would have stayed longer, but then leaving would never come.” She lay on her side. “Makes you miss home a little.”

 

            “The cooking wasn’t particularly special back at my home. The view, however, looked gorgeous. Surrounded with soft sandy beaches and the long skinny clouds overhead. When the sunset in a spot along the ocean’s horizon, all the waters turn liquid bronze, you could feel it with your paw. Someday I’ll return there with my mate so we can enjoy it together.”

 

            “Sounds nice.”

 

     Myrand shuffled in from the kitchen. Two plates balanced across his forearms, clutching drinks in hand until placing them on their respective coasters. Back facing Kiyra, he selected the plate crutched in his left arm over to Rix’s awaiting paws, then gave Kiyra the other. Both knelt at the living room table with napkins in reach. As requested, the digimon partner received two half pork racks (marinated in apple-cinnamon glaze) accompanied with a half seasoned steak grilled soft pink. When divvying up the meat portions, he hoped Kiyra wouldn’t notice the deficit compared to his, for his freezer only held the single rack. Rix tongue-lathered his maw.

 

            “Dinner is served.” The telephone rang. “That must be Sergeant Roland. Hope he’s not too upset about bungling up the mission, god knows I need vacation from that experience. Now I’ll be in the kitchen so behave and no sudden noise.” Both Renamon nodded. Myrand left their presence into the kitchen again. “Hello?”

 

     Steam whispered from the ribs, caressing Rix’s muzzle with gentle fingers until evaporating into air. He tongued his lips again. Grasping the rack in both hands, he opened his jaws to settle on the rib’s bulbous flank, yet halted before clamping down. A quick, pulsing sniff cut through Myrand’s drooling conversation. His eyes sidled towards Kiyra. Unlike him, she ignored her meal and stared, petrified interest on her face. 

 

            “Something wrong Kiyra?”

 

     The female Renamon remained transfixed. “Are… are those ribs?” He nodded. “A whole rack?”

 

            “I didn’t think Myrand would cook so much.”

 

            “You’re saying you can’t eat them all?”

 

     Rix fingered a half rack. “Not if I intend to eat this steak. If you want I’ll give you the half I won’t eat, here.” He leaned over and filled the empty hole in Kiyra’s plate, “Enjoy.”

 

     No sooner did his presence leave her plate, she jumped upon the present with both hands, taking seconds to glutton cinnamon-apple pork into her maw. She moaned. Rolling around the pork on all her taste buds, head relaxing on the cushions, body tickled in spasms, until it slid into an awaiting gullet. A female Renamon going into throws right before him distracted any appetite. Rix’s fur mottled along his face and arms whenever the female bowed backwards, revealing her shallow gut that leveled out into robust hips. Hunger left him, spell-bound from the fluid movements. He smiled.

 

            “Kiyra you’ve got a little sauce on your maw.”

 

     She lurched into a stop. “Where?” His fingers tapped the upper lips, below the nose. “I don’t feel anything up there, are you sure?”

 

            “You’re still not getting it. Let me help you.”

 

     Rix slid across the first couch cushion of three separating him from Kiyra. Movements predictable, he stalked towards her without walking, using only his arms to pull him across another cushion. Kiyra stopped fidgeting with eyes locked and he her, face blank. In those young, robin’s-egg blue irises, he spied himself in a blue tint traveling across her cornea, a Calico male Renamon with green eyes burning even him. His gut ached. He crossed the last cushion and sat up straight with a crooked smile. This close to her, his stomach rumbled, boiled, buckled, and butterflied, gnawing away at his mind. This close to her, each hair strand stood out in a yellow sea. He shouldered up against her.

 

            “Rix what are you doing?” Kiyra narrowed her eyes. “I think I can get the—“

 

     Rix kissed her.

 

     Leaning in, he pressed against her in a way only lovers should, brace lips before she could hold him up. Perfumed fur danced across the nose while cinnamon-apple poured into his mouth. Her body pillowed against him, a gentle caress of tissue like skin whilst feeling muscle steel under them. Kiyra’s eyes grew wide at him, eyelids never blinking, and eyebrows yet to furrow.  Arms wrapped around his waist. He felt wind push against his face guiding him down on top of her. When she came to rest lying on her back, he scooted up to lock eyes once again.

 

            “I got it.”

 

     Kiyra leaned upwards and kissed him. “I should have known you’d try something like this.”

 

            “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

 

            “Why not?”

 

     The question froze Rix momentarily. Another look at her and he nuzzled underneath the chin, grazing pillowing fur, tasted Irish-spring roots. “Got me.”

 

            “There’s something about you I can’t put my claws on. How you looked so regal after I found you, pulling me up after being stuck under that heavy thing, simply amazing.” Kiyra combed her fingers through his fur. “And hearing about your little stint with those cars is just too funny.” She said. “But again that something made me stop.”

 

            “Is it my dazzling eyes?” Rix batted his eyelashes. She shook her head. “This beautiful, well-groomed fur all over my body?” Again, shaking. “Then what baby-blue?”

 

            “It’s not your choice of pet names. Something about you, hearing how you thought cars were some terrible devices humans make, I dunno, it sounds infantile.”

 

            “Are you calling me childish?”

 

            “No, not at all. Just that I can relate.” Kiyra entwined her paws between his. “Do you think I knew what half these human contraptions did the first time around? It took me months to figure out working the microwave oven, even more time in figuring out cooking my meals. Whenever using human things became routine, another, stranger one surfaced. But you have strength, like me, and protect those who look after you.”

 

            “People like Myrand?”

 

     She nodded. “Humans have strange powers that allow us to evolve further into Champion’s and Ultimate.”

 

            “Really?” Rix breathed. “Wow. I wonder what my champion form looks like.”

 

            “Every digimon is different, so no one knows.”

 

     Sharp whistling interrupted their conversation. Myrand strode in dressed with only an undershirt, ends tucked inside the waist of his pants, towel drying wet hair coils before throwing it in Rix’s direction. Eyes glittering in an impressive lure, he ignored them heading towards upstairs. He balked in his stride. He turned. Rix chuckled at his shocked face before waving hello, Kiyra doing the same, while still underneath him. Silent moments ticked away until Myrand shook his head, looking at him and shook his head more. Rix opened his mouth to speak but Myrand silenced him.

 

            “It’s okay. Just don’t go making more of yourselves for the time being, or any time in the near future for that matter. I’m going upstairs to get you some stuff to sleep on.”

 

            “I already have something.” The male Renamon nuzzled Kiyra. “She’s really soft.”

 

            “Don’t you even think about it.”

 

            “Aw C’mon Myrand, after all we’re quite fond of each other.”

 

            “That’s what scares me.” Myrand grunted. “First you’ll just ‘like’ each other, then it’s getting really comfy under those covers, and then there’s four little furballs running around my ankles.”

 

            “Isn’t a partnership supposed to have trust in them?”

 

            “This is different.”

 

            “How so?”

 

            “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s her.” Myrand poked an accusing finger towards Kiyra. “She’s a bad influence.”

 

     Kiyra garbled out in protest. “What are you talking about bad?”

 

            “Who spends half the night watching the Discovery Channels ‘Growing up Foxes’, and smuggling all those Kama Sutra books into the bathroom. I didn’t even know you could read until I pulled your latest book out from behind the toilet.”

 

            “I found them outside!”

 

     Myrand rolled his eyes. “Sure.” He ascended upstairs, “A complete hardback set of ‘Animal Positions’ mysteriously appeared in front of you.”

 

     When Myrand disappeared from his sight, Rix glanced at Kiyra’s smile. “What’s a Kama Sutra?” A giggle escaped her lips before whispering into his ear. Eyes growing wide, “Good gods, human’s have the neatest things I’ve ever heard.” She completed whispering and nibbled on his ear tip. “Kiyra behave yourself.”

 

     She snickered. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hung there for a second bringing him down into compassionate kisses. Body pressing against her, he manipulated his arms until locking hands around her back, then until comfort settled into her eyes, buried into the white tuff under him. Aromas engulfed him, burning the nose, his eyes clouded in a clumsy white steam hazing around him. Flesh rubbed against the intruding person, soft and jelly like to the touch and caved inward when pressed against. He eventually surfaced to find her eyes a leveled horizon.

 

            “You’re beautiful baby-blue.”

 

            “Your little pick up lines may work once, but don’t press your luck.”

 

     Rix collected her hands into his. “Then will you be mine?”

 

     She blinked.

 

            “I’m attracted to you.”

 

     Kiyra blinked again. “Are you saying that you want me to bear—“ Rix nodded. “I… Yes.”

 

     He kissed her forehead. “I’ll always protect you my love.”

 

     Something upstairs opened. A scream muffled throughout the apartment before an avalanching sound cascaded over. Rix jerked upright.

 

            “Myrand!”