Samantha Twist laid against her wife, her bare back pressing against the flesh of Frances Twist's bare front as they soaked in the warm water together.
One thing the Twists had done when first purchasing their home was to remodel the master bathroom to include a tub/spa big enough for two to romantically stretch out and relax in together.
Wisest decision I've ever made. After marrying Frances and buying this place, thought Samantha, purring in contentment as she nestled against her wife.
After bathing the woman of her heart, Frances had one hand gently caress Samantha's breasts, while the other worked its way down between her wife's legs. Mrs. Twist just simply smiled as she felt her mate shudder against her body, enjoying the multiple orgasms her talented fingers gave Samantha.
Samantha had long since forgotten her troubles of the day, but some would always be in the back of her mind.
The fact that her mothers never explained to a young, in love teenage Samantha that a-were-ness was sexually transferable was one.
There was still moments, like earlier this evening, when Samantha felt guilty about taking away her mate's choice of what kind of were Frances would have preferred to be. Except for not knowing it actually could happen, Samantha felt herself no better than the rogue were-vixen Yvette Smith, who inducted William Anderson and Jennifer Harper into were-fox-hood without their consent.
It had all worked out well for the Twists as a happily married lesbian werecat couple. While others were touch and go for awhile, Samantha did her best for those changed against their will too.
Yet, even though the "damage" couldn't be undone, there were now laws in Moon Lake to help protect the victims, and it was Samantha's job (penance, she believed) to enforce them.
But that was for the next time she was back on duty and beyond.
Tonight was all that mattered to her right now.
Now Samantha twisted (no pun intended) in her wife's arms until she faced Frances directly, their breasts rubbing against each other as Frances instinctively spread her legs to allow Samantha direct access to her nether regions.
"You know," began Samantha, as she teasingly ran a finger between the bottom of Frances' breasts and the upper edge of her cunt without actually touching either, "I haven't had a chance to bathe you yet."
"Oh? What did you have in mind my love?" asked Frances in return, before lowering her head enough so their noses touched.
"Well, I can do it the traditional way..." said Samantha, as she took the loofah sponge that was just floating in the water nearby and dabbed the tips of Frances' hard nipples with it, "or I can find a more detailed method," purred Samantha, before gently licking each of her wife's nipples for herself.
Frances stared deeply into her mate's eyes and said, "Surprise me."
Soon, with fresh water in the tub, it was Frances who laid against Samantha as she lovingly bathed her wife.
Both ladies had yet to assume their werecat fursonas for the evening, but there was no rush.
They had the soft candlelight, the warm water, and each other.
Life was not only for living, but for love as well, and there would be plenty of both before the sun arose again to herald a new day in Moon Lake.