Amber Silverblood: Chapter Sixty Three
I asked hiding my hands under the table so she wouldn't see how i was clenching them. kaylie thought for a few seconds, and then shook her head. she got up from the table, and i followed.
"The Gift": Stephanie Storyline, Ch 3, Part 3
Kyle, unlike me, didn't seem caught off guard and i felt the comforting touch of one of his talons on the back of my hand under the table. he addressed the man for me. "what are you doing here?"
Run Kobold Run
I dived under the table, covering my maw, praying to the gods that they wouldn't notice me. even after they passed, i waited until i no longer heard them before making my way down.
First Person Story with my Love.
Although not the most romantic place, taco bell still had an atmosphere of love about it, as we sat bashfully accross from each other and ate, playing footsie lightly under the table.
Chapter 8: Coup d'etat
With another silent ohshit, mark slid out from under the table, and stood, putting his paws up in the (hopefully) universal symbol of surrender.
The Lost Kitten, A Christmas Story: Disaster Trip
“equal share of the winnings and i won't report the under the table gambling." i could see the nervous tick in the rabbits face as he considered his options. “okay..." he said in a low voice. changing the subject he pointed at the picture i was on.
WHAT ABOUT HIS GIRLFRIEND!
He didn't need to look down to know that a certain golden cat had extended his footpaw under the table, to put it between his legs, teasingly pressing it against his now hardening cock. "y-yeah."
Continuing
I sneak my left paw under the table and place it lightly on his muscular thigh. he jumps and looks at me almost immediately. i grin at him and pet at his thigh, "well, finish eating now, food is gonna get cold."
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 04: German Homework and Some
Tom kicked him under the table, making max laugh. "piss off." "getting creative at swearing, aren't we?" "sorry," tom chuckled and glanced around. max did the same, fortunately their area was getting deserted. "i couldn't help it."
You Can't Hide It Forever - Part 4
He quit his job, sold his car under the table. he vanished. even his furbook account was deleted." my eyes settled upon a green zip-up hoodie flung over the edge of the tv. it was no bulletproof vest but it would do. i stood up and walked over to it.
Don't Ask the Compass (Otherwise Untitled)
At around the fifth drink with the raccoon drinking his crew-mates under the table, she pulled him aside." she handed the pad over to peter, exchanging it for the cloth bag bearing her family seal. ~ "and what'd she tell him?"
Tail Underground: A contribution
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed only to realize that he was naked and spotted his clothes draped over the little floating pad with his travel pack stowed away right under the table.