Yes! Yes!! YES! Mittens love she pretty dancer! Am hold! Am touch! Am wub, am scritch, am kiss kiss kiss kiss! Smell am so nice and jingle am so nice and taste am so nice and oh! Oh! OH!!!

"You are mine." she purrs and kisses Rita full on the lips. Deep, drowning in her, coming up only to give those pretty lips silly little licks before she dives back in again and puts her tongue to better uses. 

You are mine. Her tongue dances with Rita's. You are mine. She kisses her cheek. You are mine. She nibbles an ear possessively. Mine. Kisses the neck. Mine! She uses her sharp little teeth. Mine, mine, mine! She leaves her little nibble marks all over. Her body slides down against her slave's. Up! And down again! It feels so good to glide and touch and feel her pretty suit dominate the silks! It feels so good to kiss her! It feels so good to put her paws in that rich, thick mane, to play with those ears, to feel hers get touched too, her eyes go all crossy and mew, mew, mew!!

...Did you know? The commonly accepted best cure for web viper venom is an extended makeout session. With an outlet to release all of the patient's amplified passions, the venom's hold on them will ebb much sooner than if left to their dream-hazed cocoons to let it run its course. Mittens, it so happens, received a rather larger dose than typical. So it takes her a while to come down from her staggering highs, but when she doooeees~

"R-Rita?! Rita is that you?" Mittens squeaks. Goodness, why is she so out of breath?

"Mmmmm?" Rita lazily blinks up at her, hair all a mess and lipstick smeared everywhere, "It's... yes! Yes, yes, oh Lina, you're ok!"

The name sends a jolt through her spine all the way to the tip of her little kitty tail. What is? Who's..? Isn't that... her? But she's... Mittens puts a paw to her-- no, no! She wiggles her fingers in front of her face. That's her hand! Her [i]hand[/i], for stormclouds' sakes! She's a princess! The Princess-Promised of Illumina! And that's Rita, who she's known since they [s]both were kittens[/s] and she loves more than anyone in the world! And she... oh no. Oh, rivers.

"Oh Rita!" she squeaks. If she blushes any harder she might burst into flames, "I'm so sorry! I... I said all those things and--"

"N-no!" This is very bad, they're in a squeak-off. And a princess squeak-off can be a very long affair indeed, "I, um... I mean, [i]darling,[/i] I..."

"I bit you!"

"I liked that..."

"And I made you--!"

"You made me..."

On and on and around it goes, unravelling the moment where Queen Mittens gave her slave girl such "inspired" orders, the moment where their tails got tangled together, the one where there was nothing but ear wubs and the very loudest purring every recorded and neither of them could see straight. The bit where... well, you get it. They're in love. And Mittens forgot that she had impaw... ergh! Im[i]por[/i]tant things to do! She blushes again and rolls to her feet with the kind of grace that only Alina Cascade could pull off. Whoever that is. 

This is the first moment Rita can really behold her Mittens in the full glory of this (slightly dishevelled) suit. She's standing there, with her careless lavender curls tossed all about and a smile on her face that says the sun will rise again, and she will reach up and pluck it from the sky to be a treasure for her Askaian Flower, and those [i]pants[/i] and her [i]hips[/i] and that [i]vest[/i] and... and... how could she be swooning? She's already lying down!!

Mittens laughs with a rogue's bravado and plucks her lovely princess up out of their little nest. Her arm wraps around that cute little waist just so, gives that round and perfect butt a squeeze, and flashes the most dazzling smile at Rita to match the most adorable squeak she gets for her reward. Pull her close, so close!

"We're late, you know. I don't know how much longer this maze goes on, but..."

"But we can handle it."

"Together."
"Together."

They kiss, properly this time, careful to savor the sensation of lips on lips and the smell of each other's hair and the softness of their fur. This is love. Unbreakable. Eternal. Don't you even try, Eupheria. Behind them, the web vipers finally break free from their tangled pile, but Mittens doesn't so much as spare them a glance as she lifts her hand to the sky and zips her happy Indigo beam back up to the stairwell, pulling the happy couple up with a zip and a thrill neither of them have felt since they were children robbing jewels from a Sphinx. 

Mittens takes a moment to make sure Rita's outfit is on straight once they reach the stairs. Rita returns the favor. Neither of them is quite as thorough as they could be. But together, they race up the steps into whatever awaits them. Together.