Her pointed muzzle in all of its fuzzy splendor mashes into your waiting lips and you share the kiss you’ve both kept pent up inside all day. Rather than starting with a warm up round like you usually do, she jumps right in to tackle the root of the problem, that being: your mouths just never seemed to taste right without the flavor of your partner pervading them. It was something you’d actually started noticing more and more lately, and strangely enough, Dash seemed to develop the same complex accordingly. On your mutual off days there was nothing to keep you from sharing a peck between bites of your lunch, or a deeper kiss whenever you caught each other’s eye for more than a few seconds, but the work week infringed upon your naturally close bond.