Chapter 1: A Lover Comes To Visit

Fiona's POV

The weather outside is...frightful? Nah...freezing sounds more appropriate. -16 degrees Celsius, to be accurate. If anyone ventures out, tonight, I'd say they should wrap up warm...or, if they have a death-wish...don't wear anything at all. Just covering all the bases. I'm pretty sure that there's at least one strange person in this world who actually LIKES freezing to death. Who am I to question people's fetishes?

But, enough about the weather...that's beside the point. My boyfriend is coming over to my place, soon...and I couldn't wait. For the past hour, I'd attempted to clean my apartment. Why? I suppose I'm making it look presentable...even though it's nothing to write home about, anyways. I figured Terry would know what 'clean' is. He was born near the Royal Borough...Kensington, in London, for fuck's sake. He'd know a thing or two about refinements and all that posh crap. Then again...he didn't seem stuck-up...thank fuck.

I hadn't yet told anyone about me and Terry being 'a thing'...and I didn't really see why I should. It's my life, not anyone else's. Besides, I figured they wouldn't believe it. Fiona Fox hooking up with a decent guy? No way anyone would believe that. Scourge pretty much ruined my credibility when it came to men. You really couldn't go any lower than that...Scourge was below the bottom of the barrel...5 miles down. Oh well...things are different, now.

A knock at my apartment door brought me out of my thoughts. Shit...he's here! It's only 3:30...he's early! No one's ever turned up early for me, before. Panic spread around my body like wildfire. My legs were shaking...my heart was trying to jump out of my chest...and my tail was swaying like a metronome. "Just a minute!" I called out to Terry beyond that door. I just need a moment to calm down...and think about what I was gonna say to him when I opened that door. OK...breathe...breathe. Fuck it...no good!

I slowly approached the door, with my heart still beating a million times a minute. With every step, I was closer to him. One step closer to seeing him. Man, this is tense. His voice came through the door...which sounded wonderful to my ears. "Fiona? Are you...alright?" he asked, obviously concerned as I hadn't yet opened the door to him. OK...this is it...just grab the doorknob...and turn it. Nothing tricky about that...right?

Terry's POV

I stood outside Fiona's apartment...with just a simple wooden door separating us. On the way here, I got caught up in a spot of snow...which had covered my leather jacket. Of course, the snow had melted in the warmth of the apartment building...effectively leaving my jacket wet...and dripping onto the floor, below. I just hope Fiona didn't mind me leaving a puddle of water wherever I went...I would hate to make a mess...especially in her abode. Speaking of Fiona...where was she? I heard her call to me...but still she hadn't opened the door.

As if on cue, at that very moment, the door opened. The sight of her set my blood on fire. I haven't seen her in weeks...and I'd almost forgotten just how beautiful she is. It's like I was falling in love with her all over again. "Hi, Terry." she smiled at me...looking quite...excited, to say the least. She looked like she'd just run a marathon...and was about to do a hundred-metre sprint. "Hey, Fiona. I hope I'm not late?" I asked her, showing her my smile. I'd been saving that, just for her.

Fiona's POV

"Hey, Fiona. I hope I'm not late?" Terry asked...brandishing the most charming smile I'd ever seen. No, he wasn't late...the complete opposite. "Nah, you're early...but that's OK. Come on in, sweetie." I stood aside to let him through the door...and that's when I got a good look at him. He was wearing that awesome leather jacket, again. I think it really suits him...makes him look sexy...and 20 years younger, actually. I was distracted, however...by the sound of dripping. Is there a leak in the roof, or something?

As he walked further into my apartment, I noticed the puddles of water on the hardwood flooring. He's soaking wet! Must have got caught in a snowstorm...or a blizzard, judging by how much water was dripping off him. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! Here...I'll take care of it..." he told me. He took out a cloth, conveniently stored in his jacket pocket and knelt down. Within a few seconds, Terry had mopped up the puddles...leaving the floor pristine. It's as if it never happened. "Thanks, Terry." I smiled at him...helping him up off the floor. A guy who's good at cleaning up messes? Where has he been all my life?!

Then, the moment kicked in. I jumped up at him, throwing my arms around his shoulders...and giving him a kiss I'd been saving for weeks. "It's great to see you, Terry...I missed you." I spoke softly to him. "I've missed you, too, Fiona." he replied, giving me a kiss...which he'd been saving, too. He smelled of finely cut cowhide and a hint of cinnamon. Aftershave and leather...what a nice combination. As he embraced me, I swear I could feel his body getting warmer. Wow...I had a real effect on him...awesome.

Terry's POV

Moments passed by before we released each other from our little embrace. I'd missed her...her voice...her touch. It's simply to die for. "So...coffee? Or something else?" Fiona offered me something to drink. To tell you the truth, I was still quite cold from the journey, here...so a coffee would be wonderful, right now. "A coffee, please." I smiled at her...causing her to blush. I loved it when her cheeks became red...she looked adorable.

Fiona went to the kitchen section of her apartment...which was just a few feet away. The whole place reminded me of the studio apartment from Friends...with a few little differences. The place smelled like flowers...with a particular leaning towards the smell of a sweet rose. My nose was still as sensitive as ever, never seeming to decline with age. I was 48...but my nose still thought I was 20.

I could see Fiona working on my coffee, just a few feet from myself. I took a seat on the couch and couldn't help but watch her. Her tail swayed gently from side to side...and I could hear her humming along to herself. She's amazing...so attractive...so...interesting. Every so often, I caught sight of her rear end whenever her tail was out of the way. Fiona was beautiful all over. I started to wonder what she might look like under those clothes...and my blood got hot, once more.

"Hey, Terry?" Fiona's voice broke me out of my thoughts...and I returned back to normal. "Yes, Fiona?" I responded, wondering what she might say. Did she...know I was looking at her, just then? "How many sugars in your coffee?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. "Two, please..." I told her, smiling and doing my best to act natural. After a little while, Fiona came and sat down next to me, handing me my coffee.

Fiona's POV

Terry took a sip of the coffee I just made him...and it brought a smile to his face. "It's lovely, Fiona. Better than any coffee I've had before...all because you made it." he told me. Aww...that was soooo sweet! So sweet, that I could barely speak. "T-thanks...I try my best." was all I could manage. Terry definitely knew how to make me feel appreciated, that's for sure. Even when I was running the show with the Destructix, I never seemed to get any 'real' respect. The only reason they didn't talk back to me was because I'd crush their skulls if they dared to challenge me. The respect I got from Terry was real.

"How have you been these past few weeks?" he asked me, starting off with a topic I could handle. "Great, actually. I got this place, moved out of Amy's...It was getting pretty annoying having to live with her, honestly." I replied. "I'm sure Amy can't be that bad...From what I've experienced of her, she's rather nice...if a little eccentric and pushy." Terry chuckled. True...I guess I WAS being harsh on Amy. She took me in when I know for a fact nobody else would have. Thing is, it's hard to gain people's trust when you've betrayed them in the past.

"And how about you, Terry?" I shot a question his way. "It's been quiet, but I suppose that's a good thing. I'm still trying to get used to this place. It's surprising how big it all is.". True...Central City IS the largest city on the East Coast...and the tourist maps are practically useless. I feel for him. He ain't from the US...he's British. I bet everything over here boggles his mind...poor baby.

Then, Terry looked at his watch...which made my heart sink, a little. Don't tell me he's going, already? My fears were confirmed as he looked at me...and I could tell what was coming, next. "It's time I was heading off. I have some washing to do...and perhaps have some dinner. I really enjoyed seeing you, again..." he told me, getting up. He gave me a kiss goodbye...which I partially enjoyed. I enjoyed the kiss...but not the goodbye part. I grabbed hold of his arm and turned him towards me.

"Promise me you'll see me, tomorrow?" I asked him, with puppy dog eyes. "Of course I will, sweetie. In fact, you can come visit me...See my place. I'll text you, later on tonight." Terry told me...before giving me another kiss. "Sure, babe...I'll come, tomorrow." I smiled, returning the kiss. Blushes were painted on both of our faces as I saw him out the door. He gave me one final look before walking down the stairs, leading onto the street outside my apartment. Until next time...babe.

End Of Chapter 1