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Chris's half tail started to wag when Minna's tears finally ceased. He knew then that he had made her very happy which lifted his spirits also. But there was still fear of when she would next change. This time Minna had come close to a total breakdown. What was bound to happen when she changed again?

Worry filling him again, Christopher's tail went still. He didn't know if his devotion for Minna would be enough to save her next time, unless... Only one thing came to Chris's mind that he felt would guide her through any dark times. Feeling now would be the best time to imprint the notion into her head, Christopher said, "No matter what happens Minna... I'll still love you. I will be there when you need me. You always remember that."

On rather awkward timing, the aroma of the juicy apple filled Chris's nostrils and made him get a craving. Christopher, looking a little embarassed, inquired, "Would you mind if I had a bite of that apple?"

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," Christopher brushed her hand away from his nose, smirking.

Taking the apple into his hand, Chris brought the savory fruit to his muzzle and opened wide. He bit down but when he tried to pull away the apple, he realized that there would be a problem. Since Christopher no longer had human teeth, taking a hunk of apple wasn't so easy anymore. He had to resort to pulling back his muzzle, similar to when he ripped a deer's throat, and rip out a chunk.

However, as soon as he managed to tear out a huge portion of the apple, Christopher's head went flying back from the force of his game of Tug O'War with the apple. He ended up cracking the back of his head against the wall behind the bed. Chris let out a yelp of pain and placed one pawwed palm on the sore area to rub it. "Ok, from now on... I'm going to be cutting up my apples."

Christopher pulled away and let out a light growl when Minna tried to scratch his head. "Don't touch it like that. If you're going to do something, rub it please. No scratching. That'll just make it hurt worse."

He gave her a wary look to remind her to not do it again. Now he was all tensed up.

The tenseness in his body quickly vanished when Minna started rubbing the back of his head. He couldn't help himself but let out murrs of approval. Closing his eyes, Chris just left Minna to it. One eye peeked open when she got off the bed. Both shot open wide as he watched her tail swish back and forth. Just the motion of it was very stimulating.

Just from the staring, Christopher's ears perked and his own tail went erect and began wagging uncontrollably. He couldn't explain it but he knew for sure he was aroused.

"Your tail is such a tease," Christopher told her, chuckling a little.

Minna sat back down on the bed a moment later, a bag of marshmellows in hand. That's when an idea came to Chris. Quickly shooting off the bed and storming through the kitchen area looking for some chocolate and gharam crackers, Christopher darted towards the door. "Come on! Let's go roast some s'mores over a bonfire!"

Quickly dashing out the duplex door with all the supplies in the cradle of his left arm and holding Minna's hand, Christopher lead them both near the outskirts of the wooded areas of the island. He set down all the goodies and got to work on building a fire. Thankfully there were plenty of branches and pieces of wood scattered about.

After he arranged the wood and placed the stones to mark the proximity of the proposed fire, Chris pulled out a can of lighter fluid and hosed the logs down with it. Then he pulled out a box of matches and stuck one on the side of the box. Before dropping the match onto the flammable wood, Christopher announced in a theatrical manner, "My dear madaam, I now shall give you... fiiire!"

He then let go of the match and watched with glee as the flames quickly ignited and shot up from the pile of lumber, burning like a beckon.

Chris's ears and tail perked once more when Minna kissed him. Grinning quite a bit, he replied, "Stick around then 'cause you haven't seen anything yet."

Draping his arms onto her, Christopher nuzzled and licked her cheeks to show his affections. Then he got up enough courage to try for another kiss. This time he had success and managed to lock lips with much ease. As he held onto Minna and kissed her, he was prepping some marshmellows onto a stick and held them over the blazing fire.

The warm glow danced on both their faces and eyes. It seemed rather representive of their passion for one another. After he broke away from the embrace, Christopher contently said, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"On a S'more, yes," Christopher replied, snickering and shaking his head.

Once the marshmellows were nice and toasted, Chris quickly pulled them from the fire and blew out the tiny flames scorching them. He rushed over to Minna and placed the toasted marshmellows onto the graham crackers topped with pieces of chocolate. Then topping them off with another piece of graham cracker, Christopher handed a s'more to Minna and he grabbed one of his own.

Smirking at her, Christopher proposed, "Ok, I'll feed you yours if you feed me mine. Just be careful to not get it smashed into my fur. The results could be rather messy."

The s'more he clutched in his claws moved closer to Minna's mouth, tempting her to take a bite.