Living the Dream, Part Two
Just downstairs mother was waiting with a brush, and in no time they were bickering and miscommunicating, all over the ''normal'' way to brush one's fur. ''so... you move the brush... like this?''
The Capture of Bares Chapter 1
Bares said looking into a nearby brush. "pah nothing is over there and i'll prove it." guilum said drawing her axe and heading towards the brush. "be careful." bares told her. "don't worry, i'm always careful." guilum cleaved the brush.
The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 13: Fading False Dawn
Slowing his stride to a near stop, the dragon focused his hardened gaze upon the brush to his rear. nothing moved, only the wind, brushing over the reds and oranges of falling leaves and contorting branches. it was of no expense to him.
Facility- Chapter 6
They're brushes. dozens of little soft brushes that are pushing against me and brushing my fur in place. thankfully i'm guessing there are cameras in that it's not brushing in a way that is entirely uncomfortable.
I Can't See The Forest For The Trees, Part 1
I then head back out and find some soft leaves and brush to act as soft bedding, i arrange the leaves and brush into a rudimentary bed and then i lift the husky and lower him back onto the bed.
Drac Ch22
She retorted, brushing herself against him and making her intentions clear. dienza obliged, not at all unwilling to participate in a morning round.
The Games a Foot
Mmmm.. and the scritch of the brush through my fur was kind of nice, and she even worked the brush in slow circles around my ears.
Riku: Chapter 3
Taking the brush i begin to brush out my long hair. taking me a bit longer to get the tangles out since it had been a little neglected i finally got it tamed.
Babysitter Sniffer: Chapter 2
He stopped his brushing, his mouth agape, allowing a small spatter of foamy toothpaste to drool out and on to the floor. nikki had made her way over to the toilet and was now sitting, still brushing her teeth.
Tell Me the Taste
He lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply, then brushed it across his lips.
Always There
She'd leave with him, the otter holding the door open and looking down to make sure the cat made it out, and every day, she'd brush against his legs as she went.
Tender Tails and Warm Hearts
A deep, rolling purr sounded from deep within his throat as he brought the brush to bear. in retrospect, perhaps placing that advert in the paper was his best idea.