Perhaps i should not have let Jim help, but it was a valentine....
A Whispering In Time
On a firm and silken morning, Raven huddled under his hood. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His nipple ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect North to love someone with a cloudy earlobe?
Throatily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a delicate warm cape, all on a summer's day. I wish my North would stroke me, in her own crinkly way..."
"Do you?" North sat down beside Raven and put her hand on Raven's elbow. "I think that could be arranged."
Raven gasped quickly. "But what about my cloudy earlobe?"
"I like it," North said willingly. "I think it's delicious."
They came together and their kiss was like sea spray that kisses your face with a thousand happy tongues...
"I love you," Raven said hungrily.
"I love you too," North replied and stroked him.
They bought a weasel, moved in together, and lived breathlessly ever after.