Sometimes inspiration hits and you want to try something odd for characters you haven't fleshed out entirely :|

A little something that transpired with two important characters in Julian's life. Just what it actually is and what would happen to them in this crazy year?

Denis Lagrave, Isis Fifield and Karmic © Harlow

All part of the  furrybasketball universe.

Warning for some steamy topics, but nothing over the top (hopefully)
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Montréal: January 1st, 2017. 9am.

The small, yet neatly decorated apartment stood alone, clothes scattered across the rooms that were witnesses to a big New Year’s celebration with only two furs, who dozed off in the master bedroom’s bed. One a cheetah, in his early forties, his body witness of many body modifications some furs wouldn't even think they could be performed on someone, let alone think of getting; the other an Afghan hound in her thirties, herself not only as decorated with tattoos as the cheetah’s was, but her body shapely enough to warrant longing gazes from most of the furs who glanced at her. Denis Lagrave and Isis Fifield weren't the standard item, choosing to live a life of complete liberty on whoever partner they chose to spend a night with, but knowing they would have each other’s back if they so wished for, spending their time together at work, but choosing any special night for one of them to stay in the other’s living space until the sun rose up again

The Afghan hound softly shifted awake. “Morning, Denis…” the canine yawned awake, to the purring cheetah by her side, their ink and some of their piercings their only garments.

“Salut, Isis…” he replied, yawing and displaying his fangs. “What a way to spend the new year…” the feline smiled, reminiscing of the activities both did the night before, chuckling at the memories.

“Wait just a second…” she said, getting up and walking to the restroom. As soon when she was out of view, Denis dug on his drawer, shifting his stuff around, trying to get his ear tunnels and rings in place, his ears flicking as the feline got his jewelry in. Once the canine was done, she got in the bed again, looking at those neatly kept ear tunnels the cheetah had, careful of not getting them stretched down to keep a “perfect cut” shape, and his deep black and yellow eyes, his sclera inked pitch black, his most striking feature of undying commitment to the body modification industry and the talk of many in the town.

“How did you spend it yesterday?” Denis asked.

“It was lovely… and very sexy too…” Isis smiled at the tattooed feline before going to give his cheek a sultry smooch.

“Wanna tell me about your year and what you expect for this one?” he looked at her, while she reminisced.

The question left Isis a bit taken off-guard, but complied as she thought about it. “Well… we got Delanie on board and she is absolutely nuts, but incredible; does remind me of Jules a bit when he started. Jules did get the Rebel Circus sponsorship which I know many would die for and he got me in contact with some of the people in so they could see my designs… Oh! And in the end it was crazy, Ashley Ryan won Ink Wars and I was so excited for her, called her up and congratulated her…” she recalled, her smile widening. “I'd say this year was lovely. Can't wait to see what this one brings up nex-”

“Will you marry me?”

The afghan stopped in her tracks, not catching what her partner just said. “...Excuse me?” she asked, looking confused. There, Denis displayed the canine with a ring, a dark gold with a small smarkle of a diamond on it, looking at her in the eyes. “Isis… I want you to marry me…” he repeated, somewhat anxious, yet convinced.

“Denis, you can't do that to me!” she exclaimed, in between nervous laughter. “I don't have makeup or nothing on! You can't ask me that when I'm like this! I mean…” she brought her paws to her face, shaking her head in her overwhelming.

“I know. That's exactly why I asked now, since so many men desire you for how you look on your normal basis… but this is the Isis I love, the one whom I can see her soul.”

“But… what about our lifestyle? What about what happened years ago? Don't you remember we weren't… happy, back then?”

“Isis…”

“It’s a lovely thought, yes, but is it the right step to take? I don’t want to lose this...”

“Isis.” The cat repeated, his tone a bit more strained.

“...and what about the rest? How would they react? I don’t think this is prudent to take on, even if-”

Denis held the Afghan’s hand tightly in his clutch. “Isabelle, look at me…” he said, prompting the Afghan to halt her thoughts as she look into the deep wells of his black eyes. There was something about each other that make them calm down whenever they lost their cool in any unusual circumstance.

“You… haven't called me that sinc-”

“...we met and you went with the name change? I know…” he smiled knowingly. “...I'm not gonna lie, this is scary and I never thought of doing this with anyone… but these years with you have been special. I consider you one of the best things that have happened, rocky years and all. Isis, I want this to be a symbol of all those years we went through and stayed side to side.”

The Afghan blinked, looking away a bit dejected from her lover. “I… am not sure I want everything to change up when it’s been so nice...”

“It doesn’t have to...”

Isis turned her head, intrigued. Denis flickered his ears as he tried to keep his cool. “...this is purely symbolic. We each will go on with our own lives as we want, but no matter what we go through, we...”

“...always are each other’s number one…” Isis completed, thinking of the statement and the weight it carried. “...I want to make sure it will stay like that, Denis. Without any chains in my life, or yours.” she added, her tone serious.

“Promise. After all, what I love the most of you is your free spirit. You are gorgeous when you are the free woman I know you are...” he smiled tenderly.

The canine smiled, leaning to whisper in the cat’s ear. “You always know what to say...” her tone returning to her sultry, confident self as she playfully nibbled on his earlobe. “...and I’ll say this: Yes, I do.” she concluded, locking lips with her new fiancée, slowly yet sensually, before parting, to get lost in the wells of their eyes, caressing each other’s fur, marked extensively with art. Shortly after, they fitted the rings on their fingers.

The cheetah smiled. “Believe it or not I made the rings myself...” Isis turned, intrigued. “Glasswork and metalwork classes do that to you. My first try...” he said, looking at the slightly jagged ring he wore. “...and my expectation fulfilled.” the feline pointed to the Afghan’s hand, the ring thinner and more polished looking with a small sparkle of a jewel on it. “Just like us, genuinely perfectly imperfect.” he smiled.

Isis nodded, moving her fingers sensually as he looked to the new ring she wore. “So… when are we going to debut 2017 just how we deserve to?” she winked at the feline, who lunged for another lip lock, his hand traveling through the curves of her body. It didn't take many words to answer her inquiry.