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All things considered, Tedd and Grace hadn’t had too much problem with the quarantine lockdown. Tedd was always happy when they had long uninterrupted periods of time to experiment with magic. Grace burned off her excess energy by shifting to squirrel form and running around the back yard, playing with the other squirrels.
But one thing that bothered them—especially Grace—was Edward’s continued presence. They had grown used to having the house to themselves much of the time, sometimes for days at a time, when work took him out of town. But he’d been quarantined in the house with them for two weeks, working remotely by computer and magic.
Which meant two weeks of no sex.
Grace didn’t fully understand Tedd’s aversion to making love while his father was in the house, but she respected Tedd’s wishes, albeit reluctantly. But after two weeks of this, the house was running low on AA batteries.
And besides, she missed cuddling. Not just the cuddling that they could do on the couch while watching TV, but the more intimate, post-coital cuddles, with Tedd hot and sweaty in her arms, smiling contentedly, for a short time just feeling instead of thinking. Tedd sometimes thought too much, and Grace felt it was her (pleasant) duty to occasionally distract the magical genius from their work with more earthly, sensual activities.
She was pondering this problem one afternoon as she perched in a tree while in squirrel form, absently gnawing on an acorn she’d dug up a few minutes before. Finishing the treat, she scampered back to the ground and started rooting through the dense shrubs that separated their yard from their back yard neighbor. Pushing deeper into the verdant greenery, she paused a moment in her acorn quest to look up and enjoy the view. It was a cozy little space, dappled sunlight barely visible through the dense leaves overhead. There was a hollowed out spot in the earth, with some bits of old grass and fine brown fur piled in it, and she realized it was probably a rabbit’s burrow. She smiled at the thought of sleeping in that snug little warren. It would probably be almost as comfortable as her own bed.
Then she froze, just the tip of her tail twitching as she had an Idea.
I’m sorry, Mr. Bun-bun, but I’m afraid we're going to need to borrow your burrow for a while…