Frances Twist sat at the dining room table, eating delivered pizza straight out of the carton with a tall glass of milk while reading her latest psychology magazine, when her sensitive werecat ears heard the toilet in the master bedroom flush. She went into the kitchen long enough to refresh her glass and pour one for her wife before returning to the dining room table as Samantha Twist walked out of the bedroom barefoot and approaching her mate.
"Evening honey," purred Samantha, kissing Frances after she sat down next to her. "Smells good," she added, eyeing the pizza.
"From Moe's. Your favorite. Thick crust hamburger with bacon, green peppers, onions, and extra cheese."
"Yum!" said Samantha, grabbing a slice and devouring it in seconds. "As good as ever. I'm glad that's one Moon Lake story that worked out well.* Besides, the diner didn't lose much business in the process when Moe's opened. They hardly dabbled in pizza to begin with."
"You know," began Frances, delicately choosing her words, "if being Town Chancellor is wearing you out this badly, maybe it's time to find another line of work."
"And do what?" asked her wife in return, while reaching for another slice of pizza. "Most of the time this job's a cake walk. It's only been since the beginning of September that everything and then some has been trying to hit the proverbial fan.** Besides, you know why I went into public service to begin with honey," added Samantha, looking intently at her wife.
"You still can't be feeling guilty about me after all this time," said Frances, reaching out to hold Samantha's free hand in both of hers.
"Not that way," replied Samantha, setting the pizza slice back down in the box to hold both of Frances' hands in return. "But my moms' never told me that being a were was transferable when we first met and fell in love, because they didn't think I had come of age and needed to know that stuff yet. While I have absolutely NO regrets about one second of our relationship or life together, I accidentally took your choice of what kind of were you might have wanted to be away from you that starlit night we first made love together."
"Now you listen to me Samantha Louise Twist," began Frances, staring at her wife. "While I would never have become a weredog, and to this day I still have absolutely no idea why the rest of my family chose that, I fell in love with you the second we first met and would have willingly become whatever were you were once I found out what a were was. Even if I wound up as something odd like... a were hippogriff, as long as we were together..."
"A were hippogriff?" asked Samantha with a bemused smile on her face.
"First unique creature I could think of," replied her wife, "but you get the idea."
"I do," said Samantha, before tenderly kissing Frances. When their lips finally parted, one Mrs. Twist said to the other, "As for a new career, I know I may have to choose one eventually, but I'm not even 100 yet. Besides, as long as Martin Stovall remains mayor, I intend to stay the Town Chancellor. He's the best mayor Moon Lake has had in a long time."
"On that, I totally agree. That one Martin replaced... What pig sty did he come from anyway?"
"I have no idea, but the last I heard, he's still in jail serving out his sentence for corruption and influence peddling."
It went without saying that just because Frances and Samantha Twist were also lesbians didn't mean they hated men as a species. Just that they preferred women in general sexually, and each other specifically in their somewhat open marriage. Neither "played the field", but when someone special came along, like Martha Anderson...
"Anyway," began Frances, leaning against her mate. "It's only a little after 9 now. The night's still young and so are we. What would you like to do honey?" she asked, while nuzzling her wife's neck.
Samantha purred in contentment before answering. "What I would like is to first, finish this delicious pizza," she said, while grabbing another slice, "then take my loving and dear wife out into the woods for a moonlit stroll and some dessert," she said with a smile.
"Personally, I was thinking more along the lines of a nice bubble bath for two and then a passionate furry night in bed, but we'll see how things turn out," Frances said seductively, before tenderly nibbling at Samantha's ear lobe, which made both werecats purr in anticipation of things to come.
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*Part of another Moon Lake story thread that sadly, has yet to be finished but deserves a happy ending.
**Coincidentally, since the start of the Moon Lake saga on CYOC.net.—tmw.