>>7199451You open and hold the door. Kana walks past you, into the vestibule. Her fluffy ears pass beneath your chin, and you catch a faint whiff of perfume, the light floral and fruity scent pleasantly following her. Did she really go that far on a random date suggestion you made? You gain a small boost in confidence. You smile.
You watch her pass you, her voluminous white tail swaying splendidly behind her. Your eyes climb up her petite back. The deep cut of the black dress she selected shows her lovely shoulder blades nicely. Her long, silky white hair is braided to one side, spilling over a shoulder. She really did go all out. You collect yourself, moving up to her side quickly. You take her hand. She squeezes it lightly. Together you approach the maître d' station. Confirming your reservations, the host has a waitress take you to your seats, a candle at the center casting a soft glow.
After some initial settling in and wine, you look across the small table at each other. She looks rather nervous. You try to show some confidence. "You look beautiful, Kana," you say. She smiles, a small blush on her face. "And you look handsome, stinky," she says nonchalantly, putting on an insincere front that you find quite cute. You smirk wryly. This is the best suit you could get, and you're fairly conscious about the bow tie.
She puts her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand as her bracelets tink quietly.
You chat while enjoying your meal together. Before long all the awkwardness melts away and you find yourselves just having a good time with each other. Without even realizing it, you're both done eating. You continue to chat, listening to the music. She glances at the band and the groups dancing, wistfully. She is so beautiful, lit by the candlelight. Emboldened by the wine, you stand up. She turns her attention to you, her fuzzy eyebrows questioning. You offer her your hand. She shakes her head, uncertain. "Trust me," you smile. She considers for a moment, and looks down shyly. She takes your hand, following you out amongst the couples.
You walk out on the dance floor, holding her hand. She looks almost panicked. You don't know how you've mustered up this much courage, but you're here. You can't back out now. There's people all around you. You squeeze her hand lightly. "Follow me, Kana," you say softly, pulling her gently toward you. "Just focus on me." She nods, slipping into your arms, looking up at you nervously. This insecure face of hers is so sweet, it makes your heart swell. You put your arm around her waist, holding her close, asserting yourself. You begin the dance, awkwardly at first, but it soon starts to make sense as the two of you slowly move together with the music. You begin to get comfortable. "...this is nice," she admits, resting her head against your chest. Her ears twitch.
She's so small. You dance with her slowly. For a moment all of your worries are gone. All of your anxiety about the world, all of your uncertainty. Everything feels right, holding this little fox. "You really are handsome,"she says quietly, her head against your chest. You can't see her face, but the sincerity in her voice makes your heart sing. You squeeze her hand, she squeezes back. You kiss the top of her head gently. She moves closer to you. "I'm glad we came,"she continues. "Me, too, Kana," you reply.
Suddenly the music picks up. You do your best to follow it. You separate, mirroring each other, shaking your hips and steps in tune. "Here, Kana! Spin!" You laugh. She takes your hand and twirls underneath it, the hem of her black dress fluttering as she snickers melodically, finishing to face you. You pull her close, dipping her back. The two of you are in tune with each other. She leans back, hiking her leg up your side, extending it, giggling. The happiness on her laughing face completes you. You love her. You smile broadly.
The song nears completion, and with one final hurrah, you twirl her out in front of you again. You pull her back towards you, and she leaps into your arms. You pick her up easily, face to face. You are caught up in the moment. You're both smiling happily as your lips shower kisses on each other. She wraps her legs around you, helping you bear her insignificant weight. You kiss much more deeply, much more passionately, overcome by each other. Parting, you search each other's eyes for a long time, smiling, sharing an unspoken bond. You let her down gently. She looks up at you and hugs you tightly. You respond, stroking her pale back. You return to your table slowly, holding hands. With that, your perfect date is over. However, you find comfort knowing that it was only the first of many you would enjoy with this stinky, somewhat capricious, and utterly precious fox.
