The call with Kira had opened a door to Miko's hidden world, leaving us both reflective amid our usual teases. A few days later, as the weekend approached, I suggested breaking our routine. "How about a date? Out in the city—dinner, maybe a walk. You deserve to get out of this house."
Miko's ears perked up from where she lounged on the bed, tail swishing curiously. "Out? With these?" She tugged at her fluffy ears, golden eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and caution. "Humans aren't exactly hybrid-friendly. But... yeah. I could disguise them. Beanie for the ears, tuck the tail in some baggy pants. Kira taught me tricks."
We planned it for Saturday night—nothing fancy, just a cozy Italian spot downtown, followed by a stroll in the park. Miko spent the afternoon prepping, emerging from her room in a cute sweater dress that hugged her curves, her ears hidden under a slouchy hat, tail cleverly concealed in loose leggings. She looked almost fully human, save for the graceful way she moved and the sharp glint in her eyes. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning with a grin, but her tail's absence made her fidget.
"Stunning," I said honestly, pulling her close for a kiss. Her rough tongue teased mine briefly, her hands roaming my back with light claw grazes that promised more later. "No one will suspect a thing."
The cab ride was tense at first—Miko's enhanced senses picking up every city noise, her hand squeezing mine under the pretense of affection. But as we arrived at the restaurant, the aroma of garlic and fresh pasta eased her in. We snagged a corner booth, candlelight flickering across her face, making her golden eyes glow softly.
Over appetizers—bruschetta that she devoured with feline enthusiasm—she leaned in, her foot sliding up my calf under the table. "This is nice," she whispered, her voice a husky purr only I could hear. "But risky. If someone spots my 'quirks'..." Her "quirk" in question—her tail, somehow sneaking free under the table—brushed my knee teasingly, the fur sending electric tingles up my leg.
I shifted, heat rising as her tail curled higher, teasing my inner thigh with deliberate strokes. "Behave," I murmured, but my hand found her knee, fingers tracing circles that made her ears twitch under the hat. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan, her claws extending slightly to tap the table rhythmically.
"Oh, I'm behaving," she shot back innocently, her foot now hooking mine, pulling my leg closer. The waiter interrupted with our mains—pasta for me, a rare steak for her—and we ate amid charged glances. Midway through, her tail dipped bolder, brushing against my growing arousal through my pants, the soft fur like a whisper of temptation. My face flushed—damn her embarrassing games—as she whispered, "Blushing already? Imagine what I'll do in the park."
The meal blurred in a haze of public teasing: her leaning forward to "adjust" my napkin, her breath hot on my neck; me retaliating by stroking her hand, thumb pressing her palm in ways that made her purr faintly, drawing a curious glance from a nearby table. We paid and slipped out, the cool night air a relief against our heated skin.
The park was dimly lit, paths winding under streetlamps, couples strolling hand-in-hand. Miko linked her arm with mine, her disguise holding as we walked. "Feels free," she admitted softly, leaning her head on my shoulder. "Like I could be normal." But the intimacy built—Miko steering us to a secluded bench, hidden by trees.
There, away from prying eyes, she straddled my lap, hat slipping slightly to reveal an ear. "Couldn't wait," she breathed, grinding down as her tail freed itself, coiling around my waist possessively. Her lips crashed into mine, rough tongue exploring with urgency, her claws raking my back through my shirt.
I groaned into the kiss, hands slipping under her dress to cup her ass, feeling the soft fur at her tail base. "Here?" I whispered, glancing around—the park quiet but not empty.
"Thrill of it," she purred, her hand dipping to stroke me through my pants, firm and teasing. Her ears flattened in desire as I nipped at them, eliciting a soft yowl she muffled against my neck. We teased boundaries—her tail stroking me boldly, my fingers finding her wetness under her leggings, circling her clit until she trembled—but pulled back before escalation, breaths ragged.
Back home, the door barely shut before clothes hit the floor. In the bedroom, the public tension exploded: her on top, riding me with feral grace, tail thrashing; me flipping her, pounding deep as her claws marked me. We climaxed in a tangle of moans and purrs, her heat clenching around me like fire.
Curled in afterglow, Miko whispered, "Best date ever." But as sleep came, a nagging thought—Kira's warnings of trackers, the underground's stirrings. What if our "normal" night drew unseen eyes?