The tiles of the bathroom were cold and stiff, so unlike the carpet, and she forgot to shut the door.
Her eyes had difficulty adjusting to the harsh, white light, and she held the towel close to her naked body. Perhaps she had gotten carried away. She was sure someone saw them leave together, and that could mean the end for them.
"Damn it, Nick," she panted breathlessly, exhausted; her voice barely crept above a whisper. The sink was the one object she could make out as her eyes searched the room. The suite had been dark, pitch-black, and she had lost part of herself somewhere between his heavy scent and the bed sheets. She swiped the towel between her thighs, letting it collect whatever was leaking out of her, whatever was trickling down her legs.
The last thirty minutes replayed over and over in her mind, and she relished it, a whirlwind of mingling fur, deep tongue-kissing, and the hottest sex she ever had. Nick had been gentle, mostly, as it was not their first time together. But still, he was a fox, and twice her size, so that presented its own set of challenges. She let the towel drop unceremoniously to the floor after she finished cleaning herself up, then turned on the sink, letting warm water flow over her paws to remove anything leftover.
Then her nose twitched. She caught his scent again.
"Hey, Carrots," the fox said quietly. She turned. He was there, standing in the doorway, naked and leaning against the wall, and their tired eyes met for the first time since he turned off the lights. Judy stopped the faucet. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Yeah," she sighed. They both smiled, enjoying the sight of each other without their clothes on.
"I was worried for a second," he said as he approached her, sauntering, letting his bushy tail freely drag on the tiles behind him. Judy's bright eyes wandered up and down the length of his svelte frame, and she clung onto his every word.
"Well," she started, feeling her pulse quicken again. "Don't you think we should be getting back to the club?"
Nick laughed, now standing over her. "What for?"
They moved for each other. Nick took Judy in his wide paws, gently cradling her face, while she pressed her own against his chest. He did not overpower her; he never needed to. They blissfully relinquished themselves to each other's embrace, and their lips locked together for the millionth time that night, and each kiss was admittedly better than the last. Her worry melted away.
She pulled away lightly after a few passionate moments, and a string of saliva bridged the gap between their lips. Her cheeks were on fire.
"How long do we have to keep this a secret?" she whispered, peering into his very soul.
"As long as you want," he smirked.
She reeled him back in for another deep kiss, yanking on the fur of his chest, and he gladly complied. That revelation was too much for her. She wanted him now more than ever. The hard part would come later.