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Right Where They Belong
Nick had always thought of himself as a composed fox.
Cool, collected, and untouchable.
And yet here he was, sprawled across Judy’s bed with his head resting in her lap like it had always belonged there, her back propped against the wall.
Her fingers slowly drifted through his peach fur, gently stroking the soft patches along his chest.
It was unfair, really. That she just knew exactly where to touch. He swore he could melt straight through the mattress.
Gradually, her hand slid upward along the warm fur of his neck, lingering where it felt softest. Then her nails scratched lightly behind one ear and–
A soft, embarrassingly needy whimper slipped out of him before he could stop it.
His eyes flew open, and he clapped both hands over his muzzle.
She stilled for half a second. Then grinned.
“Ohhh,” she teased, trying and failing to suppress her laughter. “Someone’s really enjoying this, huh?”
“Shut it...” he mumbled into his hands.
She gently tugged his wrists down and leaned in to press a quick kiss to the tip of his muzzle.
He was dazed instantly. Somehow, every kiss still managed to do that to him.
She leaned back, wrinkling her nose dramatically as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Sir, you always have the wettest lips.”
He brushed his muzzle lightly against her hand, smirk in place. His turn now.
“Carrots, please...” he drawled. “You look like that twenty-four-seven and expect me not to drool?”
“…Nick!” she gasped, flustered right on cue. Got her.
He broke into a laugh as she lightly smacked his shoulder, her fingers immediately returning to his fur anyway.
They stayed like that for a while, completely at ease with each other. Every little sigh and twitch of his ears proving he was hopelessly hers, completely surrendered to her touch.