A beautiful dream
Just a wall I wrote in ten minutes in chat. Decided I liked it, so uploading it to see the reception!
Sighing, he looks at all the people playing at being high-class, shaking his small, fluffy head, sighing again, before wandering off, promptly returning, having forgone his skirt and tank-top, having changed it for something more...Elegant.
Upon each, pink, and cream ear was a gold hoop, near a third of the distance from the top, each ring small, but big enough to be noteworthy. Moving to his slender, cream centred neck was a small necklace, small, delicate slivers of gold looping around and around, until the centre, where they would join to a small pendant, resting an inch or so above his clavicle, the pendant adorned with several valuable stones, including a large ruby in the centre. Each arm was also covered, up to his slender elbows, thin, silken gloves, a translucent black covering the soft fur, and delicate skin. However, the true elegance was his dress, hanging, strapless from his chest, only a few inches from the top of his collarbone, the elegant black fabric running down and down...Stopping only a few finger-widths from his ankles. To stop the wrong idea, he had made sure to cover his shoulders with a surprisingly simple shawl, something that wouldn't draw focus from his dress. Finally, completing the elegant ensemble, was a pair of black shoes, each one with a small heel, and a lip that stopped not long after his toes.
The husky was clearly dressed for a dinner with high ups, and not a simple night out. Blinking a little, he kept away from the two who were clearly getting ready to go at it. Shaking his head again, he gave a lock of disgust, before grabbing his bag, a small, black leather thing. Sleek, fitting the dress' look perfectly. Biting his lip a little, he blushed when he saw the guest of this clearly high class night, staring at him, giving a small squeak of shock when the male grabbed him. shuddering, the husky moved into the larger male, pink gloved arms intertwining with the tigers, a delicate, loving looking moment, the intertwining of the two very different builds stopping, moving...The tigers arms soon around that slender waist, the huskies arms quick to go around the Tiger's neck, the size difference at least small enough for him to do so, yet large enough to look adorable...Even intimidating.
With a small huff, the husky leaned into the suited figure, pink head resting on the tiger, his left cheek resting heavy on the male, just under his ribs, humming softly, swaying gently, giving a small sigh as the tiger began to pull him into a slow dance, the creamy cheeks of that husky turning a bright, adorable pink, arms shuddering as they looped, each hand holding the other, while the tiger's moved to cradle his slender, ever so slightly arching back...
Then...It happened. The husky's eyes opening slowly, sighing as the soft, melodic piano became the harsh, electric buzz of an alarm. His shoulders drooped under his covers, thoughts drifting, giving a small grumble, that perfect dream...The perfect ambiance of the room...All a dream? Something his sleeping mind had conjured, a sad realisation indeed. With flat ears, he stood, stretching, giving a long groan, quick to get dressed, hearing the shouts that could only belong to an impatient father, something more than likely stemming from his time as a high ranking official of the RAF. Quick to slip into his panties, the pink, delicate fabric nestling nicely against his hips and "secret", the skirt on quickly, covering that soft pink, and his regular tank-top back on, covering his chest, and half of his soft, delicate belly. Looking in the mirror, he gave a small sigh...That beautiful tiger...And amazing night...All a dream, lost in the thoughts of that 16 year old mind. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, the icy blue orbs opened without much delay, looking in the mirror, seeing that handsome tiger holding him lovingly, shuddering, feeling those yellow, muscular arms holding gently, yet protectively on him, giving a soft, happy noise, reaching, and brushing the mirror gently where he saw the male's face "Why...Why must you only be a dream...?" Shaking his head of the hallucination, he quickly shouted to his father that he was coming, jogging, and leaving the room, ready for the day, and all the possibilities it could bring the slender, delicate pink form that was Maxine!