Hey guys Price here and welcome to Chapter 2 of Whetstone: Mafia! I've written Chapter 5 and the Epilogue already, so that way I can finish the story the moment I have Chapter 4 done. I need to be working on Chapter 44 of Zootopian Assassins, but I want to get this done first. As soon as I'm done with this story, I'm gonna finish up Zootopian Assassins with no breaks to my other stories. When I start uploading for other things, that means I've gotten the final Chapters done. I can finally finish up Kinesis Beginnings, thank god! Maybe write some more Tooth and Claw, because I quite miss that. Sure you guys do as well. I will probably rewrite Chapter 7 of Kinesis Beginnings since I'm not too happy with it right now, despite being almost done with it. It just doesn't flow very well, at all. This Chapter skips ahead a few months around the middle portion, so that I can develop Lance and Laura's relationship a bit to the point established in Chapter 5. It gets a bit smutty near the end, but it isn't gonna be actually smut. Just a heavy buildup until I skip to the aftermath because that's where the important stuff is. I hope the buildup isn't too much and doesn't follow the FF rules, but please don't report me if not. Just tell me and I will tone it down a bit, as it's technically against the rules to have sexual content on FF. Don't ruin others' chanches to enjoy my work just because you're an extreme rule stickler or whatever. Anyway, that's enough of that, I think it's time to get...onto the story!
Lance hummed absentmindedly as he tapped his claws on his desk, his expression his neutral expression, or as Nick liked to call it sometimes, 'Angry Serial Killer Face'. Lance wasn't quite sure what made him use that name, since his nuetral expression was more similar to a bored one, but Nick just kept saying it fit. Lance wasn't too sure about that, but he didn't argue anymore.
"I won't give up or refuse." Lance sang quietly, the sound of a chair creaking behind him letting him know Nick had heard him.
"I didn't realize you liked Skillet." Nick remarked, Lance chuckling.
"Only, like, three or four of their songs. I mostly like them for the beat and stuff. Anything with a good workout beat to it is fair game for me, doesn't matter what it is." Lance said, turning to face Nick. "One of the reasons I tend to like dubstep a lot." Nick grimaced at that, and Lance chuckled. He knew Nick despised dubstep for some odd reason, which is why he always kept some ready to play if he wanted to listen to some. Nick would mostly ignore it, but he was prone to snapping at Lance to turn it off on occasion.
"Ugh, I don't get how you can listen to that stuff." Nick said, Lance rolling his eyes.
"I have told you time and time again, I just like the beat. Same with some of my other music. I don't mind if it talks about stuff I don't like as long as it has a good beat to it. Some rap songs, for example. I think they're mostly filth, but if I like the beat, then there's a fair chance I have it downloaded somewhere. Laura called it my own personal paradox when I told her about it during our meetup." Lance said, Nick tilting his head in curiosity.
"Laura's that Vixen you mentioned running into at the Red Barrel, right?" He asked, Lance arching an eyebrow.
"You asked that yesterday." He pointed out, Nick shrugging. "To answer your question, though, yes. You are correct in that assumption, though not in your guess that's I'm 'madly in love' with her. I don't quite get how simply agreeing to meet up for lunch in order to get to know each other a bit more equates to being head over heels in love, but it's not correct. I'm merely a bit intrigued by her, is all. She has a sense of danger and approachability I've not seen in anyone before, at least not in such equal amounts. It's...interesting." He added, Nick smirking slightly.
"Well, for us Foxes, as I'm sure you know, relationships are a big deal. I'm just going by what you told me about her, how you described her appearance to near perfection, and how your olfactory presence changes when you mention her. It wasn't hard. Unlike you, when you mentioned how form fitting her outfit was." Nick said, Lance choking on the hot chocolate – he despised coffee – he'd been taking a sip of. He was careful to set the cup down as stable as he could, since he really liked the taste of it. He made sure it wasn't too close to him before he started coughing. He tended to spasm a bit when he choked.
"I was-" a particularly hard cough interrupted him. "I was not aroused by simply talking about her outfit. That's a bit of a stretch, even for you. If anything, I was simply confused how somebody could be so comfortable showing off that much of their form." He managed to get out what he wanted to say, despite the coughs. Nick simply smirked in amusement at his expense. Lance knew he would have helped if he had been in actual danger, but it was still slightly concerning he didn't appear worried.
Then again, Lance couldn't really judge him when he tended to react underwhelmingly to just about everything most of the time, at least outwardly
"Right, and I'm a Nazi supporter." Nick remarked, silence falling between the two of them for a long moment.
"...You aren't, are-"
"No."
"Oh, okay."
With his question answered, Lance turned and resumed tapping away at his desk, humming a different song now. It took only about five seconds before Nick spoke again.
"King Nothing?"
"Yep."
"Nice."
"Mhm."
Laura leaned against the wall casually, a lighter in paw. She raised it up to eye level and flicked the wheel, watching the flame dance in the light breeze that circled through the building. She had a thing for fire. Probably something loose in her head for thinking it was beautiful, but there was something about that which could destroy so easily that she found solace in. Maybe it was the way it moved when touched by wind, perhaps it was the way it provided warmth when she felt cold in either body or soul, or perhaps it was something else. She couldn't be sure, but Lance was apprently the same way, but also with gunpowder.
He said it was something about the smell that he found enticing, and the way the smell lingered after a while. He didn't like it when it became more than a moderate smell, though. Any heavier and it irritated him like nothing else. He also found the kick of a gun to be either a comfort when he was stressed or an annoyance when he was already sore from a long and exhausting day at work. He was very specific that the smell of discharge wasn't cordite when she had mentioned it, which she found amusing for some reason, and that he hated when others got the smell wrong.
Overall, they'd both learned interesting things about the other, but there had been something about the way that Lance described how he liked the smell of gunpowder that sent chills up Laura's spine. His voice was soft, almost erotically so, and his voice took on a slight hint of some foreign accent she found pleasurable to hear. She suspected the accent was just for effect and not natural, but she wasn't going to complain.
Despite that, however, she was only slightly closer to finishing her mission than she had been before the meetup. She suspected she'd have to play the long game with the Todd, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He seemed to take the matter she'd put forward much more seriously than some of the Foxes she'd met in her time, which was intriguing. He wasn't into just random hookups for simple pleaure. He wanted a heavy relationship, but at the same time he wanted something that would work for a long while instead of a simple release of stress. If Laura was actually interested in a relationship and not just on a mission, she knew she would be bad for him.
'Speaking of which, I should go see Silvano before he suspects I'm getting lazy or something.' With a chuckle at the thought, Laura shut the lighter and pocketed it before turning and walking towards the Big household. It wasn't that far from where she was, so it wasn't like she was inconvenianced by a small detour.
When she arrived, she sent a small dip of her head in greeting to Kevin as she passed, the Polar Bear returning the action. She waited for the gate to open before stepping through, hearing it shut behind her but paying it no mind. The gate closing didn't mean anything.
When she stepped into Silvano's office, however, she was immediately aware of the fact that Raymond and Koslov were standing by the door she'd walked through. That wasn't normal, and that worried her. What made it worse was that they wouldn't look at her. She turned her gaze to the Arctic Shrew as she stepped forward, paws behind the small of her back.
"Ah, Laura, it is good to see you again." Silvano said, Laura smiling slightly.
"Good to see you as well, sir. I apologize for not reporting back last night. I encountered a distraction that ended up being more time consuming than I'd initially thought, and by the time I was done I didn't think you'd appreciate being woken up just to hear that I'd learned Officer Whitney found comfort in the smell of light to moderate gunpowder. Though if I was wrong to assume such, I apologize." She responded, the Shrew humming in appreciation of her explanation.
"I understand, Laura. We can't expect everything, most certainly not in this line of work. I appreciate that you are honest with me, but I hope that you are not getting too into your work. Kevin reported that you seemed to genuinely enjoy your meetup with Officer Whitney." Laura felt momentary alarm that Silvano had had the Polar Bear watch the enounter, but didn't think it wise to comment on it.
"Well, he is pleasant company. If he weren't a mark, I would certainly consider making him a close friend of mine, even if for nothing more than a laugh when I'm stressed." Laura remarked, Silvano's rather bushy eyebrows lifting up noticeably at her words.
"High praise, coming from you." He said, Laura shrugging slightly.
"I think he's earned it. Feels good to let out a few genuine laughs. Takes a bit off the shoulders." She responded, Silvano chuckling.
"I must agree with you there. But back to my original question, now. How do you...feel, about Officer Whitney?" Laura blinked at the question, then frowned in thought as he head lowered slightly.
"I suppose...in a way, I wish I didn't have to use him the way I do, but that's more because I hate to betray those I think would make good friends than any actual interest in him. If you are worried I may grow to actually care for him, rest assured, that won't get in the way if it does happen. It may hurt, as those kinds of things do, but it won't be too hurtful as to impact my performance in the future." Laura answered, though she was admittedly unsure if that was completely right.
"Are you positive? I do not mean to be rude, but are Foxes not..." Silvano trailed off, as if searching for the right word.
"Monogomous? We are, sure, but we can move on if we want, just takes longer than most mammals." Laura said, a chuckle escaping her. "But I wouldn't worry. He's enjoyable to be around, but that's about it."
"Sometimes, Laura, that is all that's needed." Silvano remarked, Laura blinking. She sighed.
"I guess we'll see, then." She said, Silvano nodding.
"I guess we shall. That is all." The Shrew said, Laura dipping her head and bowing slightly.
"Sir." She said in farewell, turning and walking out with paws still behind her back. She removed them when she stepped outside, rubbing her arms a few times before placing her paws in her pockets as she made her way home.
When she stepped through the door, she made sure to lock it behind her as she made her way towards the bathroom. She needed a warm shower, and badly.
Several months after his and Laura's first meetup, Lance lay on the couch in the center of his living room, tossing a ball into the air and catching it in boredom. Laura had asked him if she could come over a few days prior, and while he thought that asking such a question was something reserved a bit more for a pair of Foxes that were closer than just friends, he wasn't going to turn her down just because he thought she was going too fast. Could be she was just curious, anyway.
Knocking at his door made his head snap up from where it'd been laying, Lance sitting up and setting the ball on the table as he walked past it, opening the door. He wasn't too surprised to see Laura standing there, though not dressed in any formal wear, which actually did surprise him. Well, except for the ever present green vest.
"I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show up." Lance remarked jokingly, Laura chuckling as he stepped to the side and allowed her to enter. She looked around, letting out a pleased hum when she saw the inside.
"I'm amazed, how can you afford this on a cop's salary?" Laura asked, Lance laughing.
"Barely, I'll tell you that much. Takes up most of my paycheck just staying here. Doesn't leave me much for the stuff I want." Lance answered, Laura arching an eyebrow at that.
"Geez, if it's that bad, I could always help." Laura offered, Lance staring at her in shock. "What?" Lance hesitated, clearly unsure how to react. Finally, he swallowed nervously.
"While I appreciate the gesture, I don't get why you'd be so willing to spend money on me when we're not even together. Seems a bit...much." Lance said, Laura frowning.
"Isn't that what friends are for? Helping each other when they need it?" She asked, Lance opening his mouth to answer, then pausing.
"Well, yeah, but I've never met somebody who'd be willing to pay part of their friend's bills when they don't live with them." Lance answered, Laura humming in thought. She approached him until she was more or less right against him, Lance clearly uncomfortable with how close she was but not wanting to offend her by speaking up.
"Well I guess I'll just have to move in or something, then." She said, Lance blinking.
"Laura, we aren't even dating. Don't you think that's a bit...far?" He asked, the Vixen shrugging.
"I wouldn't really know. Not much experience in this area." Laura answered, Lance sighing.
"Well, I mean, I don't know why you'd be so willing to do something like that unless your own apartment is absolute crap, but I suppose if you really want to and it won't affect your job too much, then I guess you can. Like you, I've got no experience with this kind of thing so I've just got my own morals and the like to go by." Lance said hesitantly, still clearly unsure about the whole thing. Sure, he counted Laura amonst his friends, but outside of that...would it really be so bad to see how a relationship with her would go?
Sure, the Vixen still oozed danger, but he was starting to suspect that was simply a front she put forth so she wouldn't be bothered. After all, she'd been nothing but friendly with him, and had left no evidence she intended to harm him, so a simple testing of the waters might do him some good, even if they didn't end up working.
With a quiet grunt of approval of his own idea, Lance took a deep breath. Laura shifted back when he did, apparently willing to get in his personal space but not touch him unless he said otherwise, and he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him. His paw came up to her head and ruffled the top of it, Laura's expression taking on annoyance as her ears layed down. She said nothing, though, apparently finding it annoying but not too much so.
"Please tell me there was a reason for that." She said when his paw removed itself from her head, Lance chuckling again.
"Of course there was." He said, sending a playful wink at the Vixen as he turned and walked over towards the couch. His paw twitched as he passed the ball, and he quickly bent down and lifted it up, turning and plopping down onto the couch. He tossed it up into the air as Laura stared at him with confusion. She frowned as if she was trying to figure something out. "Please, don't be afraid to sit." He said, gesturing to the couch space next to him. Laura arched an eyebrow but said nothing as she approached, sitting down with a small sigh of comfort.
"Hmm, soft." She remarked, Lance chuckling as the ball came down again. There was a pause of silence as Lance waited, opening his eyes in confusion when the ball didn't land in his paw again. He turned his head and saw Laura holding it, looking it over in curiosity. "Stress ball. Foam, obviously. Probably fifteen years since it came from the package. A little bit more weight to it than normal, which I suspect means you or somebody else has added a bit of weight to it somehow. Maybe a medium sized ball bearing in the center or something." Laura squeezed the ball experimentally. "Ah, large. My mistake." She tossed it towards Lance, who caught it casually despite the dumbstruck expression on his face.
"Um..." Laura turned her head towards Lance. She glanced at his form fitting shirt.
"I'm guessing Asperger's. Correct me if not." She said, Lance's jaws parting in shock. He averted his gaze, taking a deep breath. It came out rattled, like he was holding back emotion, and Laura blinked.
"Yeah. Thanks for the reminder." He said, Laura feeling horrified realization strike her that she may have not said the right thing.
"Oh god, Lance, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." She said apologetically, clutching her head in her paws as she leaned forward. "I keep forgetting that mammals don't like to be scanned."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not that bothered, you just kinda caught me by surprise." Lance said, though his head was still turned away from her slightly. Laura raised her head and hesitantly moved closer to him, laying a paw on his. He turned his head in surprise, Laura smiling softly.
"Lance, please, I didn't mean to upset you. Just tell me if I say something you don't like, okay? If I'm really gonna move in you need to not be afraid to speak your mind. I can take it, I promise." She said, the Todd opening his mouth, paused, then closed it. He nodded.
"Alright." He said, taking a deep breath. "Can you take the vest off?" Laura blinked at the request before a grin split her muzzle.
"Lance, if you really wanna see me naked you don't have to be so sly about it." She teased, Lance arching an eyebrow.
"Ah, darn, you caught on. Well, guess that's a bust then." He said, making Laura chuckle. "Oh well. I'll just have to try again some other time." He shrugged.
"Or, you could just ask." Laura suggested even as she unbuttoned the vest and set it down on the back of the couch. Lance eyed it briefly before moving to her shirt. Much like her formal wear, it was a green color, this time a lighter lime green to contrast the darker forest green vest.
"Ah, but where's the fun in that? I think it'd be much more worth it if it was a challenge to get you undressed without you catching on as far as possible." Lance said, Laura grinning.
"Well, good luck with that. I pride myself on knowing what's going on in my surroundings, including what sneaky little Todds like yourself are doing with the paw they think I didn't notice." Laura said, Lance glancing down in confusion. He hadn't moved his paws-
Lance froze in shock as Laura suddenly leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the side of his muzzle, a smirk on her muzzle that had 'I won' written all over it. Well, two could play at that game, if she so desired.
Lance raised his gaze up and met hers with a seemingly bored expression.
"That the best you got?" He asked, Laura blinking. He arched an eyebrow in further provocation, Laura frowning to herself. He'd gotten better since that day in the alley.
"Well, guess I'll just have to step up my game, then." She remarked, Lance waiting for a moment to see what she would do. He glanced at the clock to see what time it was, and that was when Laura struck.
Reaching out and gripping his wrist, Laura yanked as hard she could and leaned to the side, slamming Lance onto his back on the couch and quickly straddling him. He blinked in surprise at the sudden change in positions before Laura interrupted his thought process by leaning down and pressing her muzzle to his.
Lance didn't have much experience or knowledge when it came to kissing somebody in a romantic way, but Laura appeared to have plently of knowledge on the matter. Experience seemed to be there, though Laura could have always just been one of those mammals that was inherently good at it.
Lance didn't even notice that Laura had raised his paws above his head and had them pinned to the cushion, he was so enraptured by the way she had pressed herslef against him, both in body and muzzle. She almost seemed to comform to him, which was an experience to feel. Lance's back arched ever so slightly as he groaned against Laura, his paws clenching.
Laura raised her head up after a long moment, panting slightly. Lance was panting as well, something that rarely happened when he exerted himself. He shook his head and forcibly blew air out of his muzzle as if sneezing, but without the unpleasant mucus that came with actual sneezing.
"Whoa." He said quietly, eyes wide. He blinked rapidly, then yawned. His lips peeled back as he did so, and he sensed an increase in Laura's olfactory presence when his teeth showed themselves. So she was into that, was she?
"Good?" Laura asked, Lance nodding his head. "Good to hear. Hope I didn't ruin you, though."
"Oh, you most definitely did. Thanks." Lance said, Laura chuckling.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that reaction, honestly." She admitted, Lance smirking faintly.
"I've been told I'm full of surprises." He said, Laura smirking
"Oh really? Show me, then." She said, Lance grinning in response. He effortlessly raised his paws up, Laura blinking as he sat up and turned, bringing his legs under him and coming back down, pinning her to the couch, all in under five seconds. He grinned down at her, Laura feeling the first sense that all was not as it seemed with Lance that she'd felt. For the first time, she had a glimpse into what he was actually like, and it was...perhaps terrifying was too harsh. Intimidating was more like it, but she also liked the idea that Lance carried that kind of side to him that he hid behind a shield of friendliness and averageness. She'd have to see if she could bring that side out more often in the future, when nobody was watching or could interrupt. She'd always been one to like danger. It was thrilling.
Lance lowered himself down, Laura anticipating that he'd kiss her. She was surprised, then, when he nosed her muzzle to the side and opened his mouth. His jaws closed slightly, only enough for her to feel his teeth gently run and and down her neck. She gasped in pleasure, arching her back and groaning as his jaws moved and lightly increased in pressure on her shoulder, her paws slamming against the cushions on the couch as a loud gasp escaped her, her senses overloading for a few seconds, all except for the pleasure.
When she got her bearings again, Lance was staring at her in surprise, his head raised up as his nose flared.
"Huh." He said, Laura flushing in embarrassment as she realized what had happened. She really liked teeth, yes, but this was a first. It'd never happened that quickly before.
"Well, that was...something." She remarked, panting heavily.
"An interesting something." Lance agreed, smiling faintly. Laura opened her mouth to say something, then paused as hesitation crossed her features. "Something the matter?"
"No, I just...don't think it's fair for me to get off and you don't." Laura said, Lance chuckling.
"Well I hardly need you for that, but I appreciate the offer." He said, Laura smirking.
"Who said it was an offer?" She asked, Lance blinking. "Or that it was restricted to just you?" Lance seemed to realize what she meant after a second or two of thinking, because he flushed noticeably.
"Accidentally getting somebody off is a bit different than that, Laura." Lance said, Laura frowning. "I mean, sure, I knew you would like it, but I didn't realize you would like it that much."
"How'd you realize that?" She asked, apparently confused.
"Your olfactory presence increased significantly when I yawned earlier. It wasn't too difficult to figure out." Lance answered, Laura flushing at the words. She really needed to get that under control somehow.
"Oh. Okay then." She said, averting her gaze slightly.
"Personally, I think it's kind of a cool kink." Lance admitted, Laura snapping her gaze back to him in surprise. Her eyes were wide, which showed off her deep blue eyes that Lance was beginning to find attractive. While his favorite color was most definitely green, blue was a close second.
"Really?" Laura asked, Lance chuckling.
"Really. Not one of my kinks, but I don't have an issue with it." Lance answered, Laura lowering her gaze slightly in thought. She raised her gaze back to his with a smirk.
"Well, let's see if we can't change that, yeah?" She suggested, Lance's eyes widening in surprise and horror as she heaved and flipped their positions. She opened her jaws and she slowly lowered her head.
"L-Laura, wait, don't-" as Laura's jaws found his neck, he suddenly froze. Laura froze as well, surprised by the way he was reacting. Sure, she knew not everybody liked teeth like she did, but she'd never had this reaction before. Little did she know that her wish to see the side of himself Lance kept hidden was about to be fulfilled.
Lance suddenly heaved and threw her off, Laura falling sideways and hitting the small coffee table. Her wrist ended up between herself and the table, and a loud crack filled the room. She yelped in pain and then fell to the ground. She raised her head up towards the couch to see Lance on all fours, lips peeled back as a growl rumbled from his throat. Laura felt fear like she'd never felt before take over her, seeing Lance like that while looking at her.
"L-Lance?" She said nervously, the growl growing louder. For a moment, Lance looked like he was about to pounce, but the moment passed when he suddenly whined and shook his head, a paw raising up from the couch and clutching his head. He opened his eyes again and blinked when he saw her. His gaze lowered to her wrist, which she clutched to her chest, and his eyes widened in fear.
"Laura, what did I do?" He asked, fear in his voice. He shifted closer slightly and Laura let out a small noise of fear, leaning back slightly and making him freeze. His expression softened in horror, something that made for an odd combination, and Laura watched as he seemed to come to the worst possible conclusion he could. "Laura, please, tell me, what did I do?" He begged, Laura opening her mouth to answer, then stopped herself, Lance taking it as a sign that she was afraid to tell him. "Laura, I am begging you to tell me what I did. Please." Laura swallowed nervously.
"You just pushed me off. That's it." She said, Lance letting out a breath of relief.
"Oh thank god. Laura, I'm sorry. I know I should have told you before, but I didn't want to drive you away. Please understand I didn't want to hurt you." He said, Laura taking a deep breath.
"I know. I should have listened when you said not to. I'm sorry I didn't." She said, raising herself up to a stand. She winced when her injured wrist shifted, and Lance's ear twitched.
"Your bone just shifted. Fracture, possibly, or a break. We should get it checked out." He said, Laura blinking.
"You heard that?" She asked, Lance smiling sheepishly.
"My senses get heightened a bit when this kinda thing happens. It fades pretty quickly, though, so I only barely heard it." He admitted, Laura humming.
"Interesting. We've learned all kinds of things about each other tonight, I guess." She said, lowering her gaze slightly. Lance had learned she was turned on by having teeth on her, and now she knew that Lance's survival instincts were higher than anything she'd seen before, enough for him to snap and be ready to attack somebody for only a light touch to his neck. Lance seemed to be full of firsts, and she liked it. It was refreshing.
"Yeah, right. Let's go." He said as he stood, extending his paw towards her with her vest hanging on it. She took it and pulled it on, then paused when Lance stopped her from trying to button it. "I got it." He said, Laura lowering her paws as Lance quickly buttoned the vest, taking a step back when he was done.
"And here I thought you were too shrewd to do something like that." Laura teased, Lance chuckling.
"There's a difference between offering assistance to someone who needs it and the way you suggested that day in the alley. Though before this whole fiasco happened, I suspect that might have been where we were going." He said, Laura humming.
"Well, I'll just have to be more careful next time, then. Stay away from your neck." She remarked, Lance shrugging.
"I'll be sure to let you know of any other areas you might have to watch out for. So far, though, I only know about my neck, so the rest will be guesses." He said, Laura nodding.
"Understood. Can't wait." She said, Lance chuckling as he approached the door.
"Don't forget your lighter. Fell into the cushions when you pinned me." He said, Laura blinking in surprise. She turned and reached into the couch, pulling her lighter from behind a cushion with her uninjured paw with a soft hum of interest. Lance seemed to notice more than he let on; she hadn't even realized it'd fallen.
Pocketing the small device, Laura turned and followed after Lance. She'd get her wrist checked out, then see what she could do to try and report back to Silvano. She suspected he'd be interested in the things she'd learned, even if they weren't related to her mission. She still needed to try and get the information on what the ZPD knew about Silvano's mafia, something that would be difficult if anybody caught the faintest whiff of her allegiances and told Lance. He'd be extra vigilant about what she asked, which would mean a failure. If he knew that her lighter had fallen into his couch when even she hadn't, who knew what he'd find out by increasing how much he archived about her.
It was July by the time Laura had gotten her wrist out of a cast when the doctors had informed her the impact hadn't just fractured or broken her wrist, it had shattered it. Lance had apparently thrown her off harder than she'd thought. That or she had gained weight since she'd last checked. Either one could be true, though she hoped it was the first. She worked hard to keep herself around a certain weight, and gaining a few pounds suddenly without any possible cause was...problematic.
Currently, she sat on the couch inside her and Lance's now shared apartment, the Todd in the kitchen looking for a snack. He ate a lot of junk food, yet somehow he never seemed to change in terms of general appearance. It would be baffling if he didn't have such a physically demanding job with ready access to equipment if he felt it was necessary or wanted to be safe.
"Hey, Lance, can you toss me an apple or something?" She asked, raising her paw – the one that hadn't been injured – with paw pads towards him. Something smacked dead center and she lowered her paw, chuckling when she saw a bright red apple. He always had some, yet never seemed to eat them. Perhaps they were just in case he had some prey over or something.
She liked to eat them occaionally, though, so at least they wouldn't all go to waste. Biting into the fruit, Laura chewed absentmindedly as Lance approached. He leaned over the couch, Laura ignoring him for a long few moments until she finished the apple, at which point she paused to jog her memory on the right trajectory of the trash can, then tossed the core over her shoulder. Three seconds later, the sound of it landing in the trash can made her grin to herself. Still had it.
She raised her head as she swallowed.
"You want something?" She asked, Lance tilting his head but remaining quiet. "Well? You find a snack?" At that he grinned, lowering his head slightly.
"Well, not really, but I decided I was hungry for...something else." He said, Laura taking a moment to catch on. She grinned.
"Well then what are you waiting for? Teeth." She said, Lance chuckling as he disappeared. He reappeared a second later as he came around the couch, leaning over and supporting himself by placing his arms on the couch cushion on either side of her. She smirked up at him, as if egging him on, and Lance grinned. His arms came down and easily lifted her off the couch as he spun, falling onto the couch with Laura in his lap. He licked his lips nervously, then leaned forward and pressed his nose against her neck. He shifted around, as if searching for something, then opened his jaws and applied pressure on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, slowly sliding his teeth up and down her neck and onto her shoulder. It was on the third pass up her neck that she realized his jaws tightened slightly when they passed her jugular, something that she found...interesting. He stopped as he came down, taking a deep breath before suddenly releasing her. She opened her mouth to ask if something was wrong when he suddenly pressed his muzzle to hers, silencing her as his paws came up. His paws smoothly unbuttoned the vest she'd decided to wear that day, and he had tossed it to the side before she realized he had taken if off her.
'Must be really in the mood, then.' She decided, applying pressure from her end into the kiss. Lance reached down and undid the bottom button her shirt, continuing up until about the halfway ppint as if a thought had suddenly hit him. He pulled back slightly, Laura tilting her head in confusion.
"Do you want this?" He asked, Laura scoffing.
"Of course I do. Would I be allowing you to do this if I didn't?" She asked, Lance smiling faintly.
"Alright, fair enough." He said, continuing to unbutton her shirt. Laura tossed it aside when he finished, then stopped him when he automatically reached for her pants. He arched an eyebrow. "You got me off first last time. Let me return the favor." She said, Lance opening his mouth to argue. "No buts."
"I was just going to say that I'm not into oral stimulation. Pretty much anything else is fair game, though, though please do run stuff by me before you do anything, just to be safe." Lance said, Laura frowning.
"Then what do you call what you do with your teeth?" She asked, Lance's expression briefly flashing to annoyance.
"I mean the more well known types of oral stimulation. The teeth thing I do to you is fine because there's no taste after." Lance paused, as if considering something. "Though if you'd be willing, I've heard good things about Fox tails." Laura smirked at that.
"Sure thing." She said, leaning forward and pressing her muzzle to his as she reached down and lifted up his shirt, the two separating only long enough to get the outfit over his head and tossed away before they were back at it. Lance's mouth parted slightly to allow more oxygen into his body, and Laura didn't hesitate to use that to her advantage.
Lance froze in surprise when he felt Laura's tongue slip into his jaws, the feeling both alien and...strangely right. He accepted it quickly, though hesitantly as he was still unsure about this whole thing, and pulled Laura against him tightly.
Pulling away from the Vixen, Lance leaned forward and wrapped his jaws around her shoulder, Laura groaning at the contact. Lance felt a shift in her scent, a hint that she was closing in. He applied a bit more pressure, enough to feel the skin bend slightly, and Laura groaned again, much louder this time. He applied no further pressure, however, thinking it better to save actually rending the flesh for when it would be necessary to mark her. Didn't stop him from nipping lightly on her, though.
It was on one such nip that Laura shifted slightly, Lance's teeth scraping her neck a little too hard. She hissed in pain and Lance pulled away quickly, feeling fear lance through him at the prospect he might have cut her.
"Laura, you okay?" He asked, the Vixen nodding her head. Lance reached up and moved her head to the side, looking at where his teeth had been.
"Lance, I said it was fine." She protested, the Todd shushing her.
"I've had a bit of medical training. Not much, but probably more than you." He said, Laura grunting but complaining no further. After a long look, Lance finally nodded. "Just a scratch, but it might take a while to heal. Maybe get something with a collar, if you're conscious about how you look."
"What makes you think I'm conscious about my appearance?" Laura asked, Lance arching an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well, it was extremely difficult to figure out with all those vests and other formal attire you usually wear. I almost didn't even realize." He said, Laura rolling her eyes.
"Alright, fair enough. Maybe I just like to dress nice, though. Doesn't mean I'm self conscious." Laura defended, Lance chuckling.
"Perhaps not." He agreed, leaning forward and trailing a soft lick up the sid eof her neck. Repeating his movements slowly and carefully, he did his best to cover up the nick on her neck. Laura groaned at his actions, Lance feeling her claws – which rested on his shoulders – digging into his skin enough to be felt, but not enough to do any damage. No, that would come later, when the marking began.
Laura gently pulled away, a smirk on her muzzle. Lance tilted his head in curiosity, a huff escaping him.
"I was thinking, and I've decided to skip the foreplay." Laura said, Lance arching an eyebrow.
"You sure?" He asked nervously, Laura smiling reassuringly.
"I'm sure. I need you, and now." She answered, Lance chuckling.
"Well alrighty then. Better strap yourself in, 'cause it's gonna be a humpy ride." He joked, Laura staring at him for a long moment before he seemed to realize what the stare meant. "Not funny?"
"Funny, just too easy." Laura corrected, Lance frowning. "But enough about jokes, didn't you say you were hungry?" She asked, Lance's expression changing to a grin of lust.
"I did." He said, turning slightly and lowering Laura onto her back. Both of them reached down and began working at their pants, tossing them aside carelessly.
Lance paused as a thought crossed his mind, Laura frowning in annoyance at his apparent reluctance.
"Ugh, what is it this time?" Laura asked, clearly annoyed.
"I don't have-"
"I got pills. Now shut up and-" Laura cut herself off at Lance's confused expression. "You know, just in case. Rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it." She explained, Lance chuckling.
"AvP, Adele Rousseau, played by Agathe de La Boulaye. In response to Alexa asking about her firearm." He said, Laura blinking in surprise.
"A movie buff too? Well, I am discovering all kinds of new things about you lately." She remarked, Lance shrugging. She reached up and gripped the fur on his chest, pulling him down and into a deep kiss as she quickly snaked her legs around him and pulled him forward, both groaning at the action. Lance winced, something Laura took note of through eyes almost completely closed. Almost. They pulled apart. "What's the matter Lance, scared?" She teased, the Todd licking his lips slightly.
"A bit. First time and all." He admitted, Laura smiling reassuringly.
"I'll talk you through it, seeing as I've done a lot of research." She said, Lance arching an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "Y'know, porn."
"Oh." Lance said, cheeks lighting up like a sparkler stick. "I uh...I don't think that counts as research, but...thanks, I guess."
"Well I couldn't just let our first time be a night of awkwardness and embarrassment. Start off with slow movements, in and out, but not all the way out. Have any questions, I'll see what I can do to make sure you get the answer you want." Laura defended, Lance shrugging faintly. He nodded his head, then began to do as she said.
Laura leaned against the wall, still naked, some time later. The clock told her it was five in the morning, and she sighed quietly. Lance lay on the couch, unconscious as a mammal who'd been given chloroform, and she nodded to herself. Silvano would probably be awake by now.
Laura silently moved around the room, gathering her clothes and sniffing them. Presentable, she supposed. She made her way to the bathroom, stepping into the shower and turning it on. She waited for a moment, then began to clean herself. Just to be safe.
After getting dressed, including a wrapping on gauze on her shoulder for the bite marks that came with the territory of mating between Foxes, Laura stepped into the living room and wrote a quick note on a piece of paper, saying that she had to go out for a bit on an errand. She wrapped her paw around the door handle, turning it and beginning to pull on the door.
"You know, unlike movies, it's usually suspicious if somebody leaves soon after mating." Laura froze at the remark, turning her head slowly to see Lance staring at her, still laying down on the couch.
"Ah, well, I have something I need to get. I shouldn't be long, hopefully, unless the shop I usually visit is closed. Turns out the pills went bad; who knew, right?" Lance narrowed his eyes suspiciously, Laura keeping a straight face. After a moment, Lance sighed and nodded his head.
"Alright. You want something when you get back?" He asked, Laura shaking her head.
"I'll see about picking something up in town, if possible. If not, I'll make myself something when I get back. I shouldn't be long, but you never know. Don't wanna make you late for work and all that." She said, Lance dipping his head in acceptance.
"Very well. Should probably see about getting a bit more sleep or something, at least until the alarm goes off. See you later, then?" Laura nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, later." She said, smiling as she turned and opened the door.
"Love you." Lance said quietly, Laura almost not catching it. She did, however, and she froze, eyes wide in shock. She took a deep, silent breath.
"Love you too, Lance." She said, turning her head and sending him a smile to show she had merely been caught off guard by the words. Sure, she knew he'd say them some time, but the one time she'd been too distracted to expect them? Jesus, he had some timing skills.
Laura shut the door behind her, then began walking towards the evelator.
When Laura arrived at the pharmacy, she stepped through the door and approached the front desk. The clerk lowered the newspaper they held in exasperation, eyes shut as they sighed.
"Look, can't ya read? The sign says-" as their eyes opened, they froze when they saw Laura. "Oh, my apologies. W-what can I do for you, Miss Stone?" The Zebra asked nervously.
"Relax, Archie. I'm just here to get some preg pills. Nobody's in any trouble, I promise you." She said reassuringly, the Zebra noticeably relaxing. Her expression hardened. "Unless...there's something I should know about."
"Oh, no, sorry! I was just scared because the deadline is normally much later into the month, that's all." Archie said, letting out a nervous chuckle. Laura's expression shifted back to the friendly and approachable smile she'd had on her muzzle.
"That's good to hear, Archie! You know I hate having to report you for stuff. It seems unfair after all you've done for me when I need medication and all that." She said, the Zebra nervously nodding in agreement.
"Well, I do my best to do right. Now, you said pills, right? Recent or surprise?" The Zebra asked, Laura chuckling.
"Few hours ago. Lance caught me trying to sneak out, but I told him the pills were expired." The Zebra's eyes widened and Laura realized her mistake. Jesus, Lance really was messing with her head, wasn't he?
"Wait, your mark is Officer Whitney!? Laura, are you insane?" The panicking Zebra asked, Laura scoffing.
"You know I don't pick 'em. Blame Ramone; he's the PB that picks the marks for Enforcers." She said, Archie sighing.
"I swear, sometimes I think you mammals really are crazy. Marking the criminal underworld is one thing, but a freakin' cop?" Archie shook his head. "Suicide, I tell ya." He placed a bottle on the counter, Laura placing it in the pocket on the inside of her vest.
"You know something, Archie? Despite the fact you can be a real cocksucker when you want to be, I think you really do care after all." She said, the Zebra snorting.
"Well, no offense to the other Enforcers, 'course, but you're much preferable to be handled by. You actually seem to recognize I'm a mammal, just like you are." The Zebra said, Laura chuckling as she pulled her wallet from her pocket and passed a ten to him. He took it, Laura holding up her paw as a sign to keep the change.
"Oh, the others recognize you as a fellow mammal, they just don't care. To them you're somebody that likes to be late with payments. To me, you're somebody who's too smart to try and mess us over by keeping money we require to keep you...serviceable. I know business isn't the best for you, so I'm willing to forget that you have that safe in your office. After all, I heard Zach was in an accident, and I may be one of the best Enforcers, but I'm no monster. All I ask is that you do your best." Archie looked terrified by this point, and Laura smiled at him reassuringly. "Oh relax, Archie. I'm not threatening you, just making a few observations and speaking truths. I'll say nothing to the others, don't you worry your little self over it. Just between you and me." With that, Laura turned and walked towards the door, stepping out into the rising sun and narrowing her eyes, shielding herself with her paw with an annoyed hiss.
Laura stepped into an alley and leaned against the wall, pulling the bottle from her paws and glancing at the instructions.
'One or two pills. Alright.' She opened the cap and shook out two, throwing them into her muzzle and swallowing. She put the lid back on, then placed the bottle back into her vest and pulled out her phone. She dialed the Big household, then waited.
"This is Koslov. Did you require something, Laura?" The Vixen chuckled at the question.
"Yeah. Setting up a metting in...three hours. Can it be done?" Laura asked, Koslov humming in consideration.
"Yes, it can be done. Mister Big will be excited to see you again; we were worried when you said you hurt your wrist a few months ago."
"Ah, right. It's all fine now, don't worry. It's related to some info on Lance, though, so expect to be hearing about it." Laura said, Koslov huffing.
"I will be keeping an ear out, then. Sounds like a story." He remarked, Laura chuckling.
"Sure is. See you later, Jumbo." She said, Koslov scoffing at her nickname for him. It was well known she liked to nickname others, and took inspiration from many shows she watched.
"See you later, Laura." Koslov said, the line disconnecting. Laura pocketed her phone and pushed off from the wall, walking out from the alley.
"Hey there." Laura froze at the words, slowly turning her head to see none other than Lance's partner at the ZPD, Officer Wilde, standing there with a smug grin on his muzzle.
"Officer Wilde, what brings you here at this hour?" She asked, a friendly tone and expression in use.
"Oh you know, just taking a short walk. Enjoying the sights, the smells..." Nick's expression hardened. "Looking for mafia Enforcers."
"Well, I wish you luck on your hunt, then." Laura remarked dryly, her friendly demeanor fallingin favor of her Enforcer persona. Not quite friendly, not quite threatening. A mix of both.
"Lance will find out." He pointed out as she made to walk past, Laura freezing at the words. She felt icy fear grip her at the words, a side of her she'd never encountered before feeling primordial terror of being abandoned by a mate. She squashed the feeling as she turned to Nick, her expression steel.
"I would suggest not. For all you know, I could just be making a character profile, but that doesn't mean my feelings are fake." She said, Nick's smirk growing slightly.
"Oh, but something tells me you aren't just making a character profile. No, Silvano wouldn't waste the Seductress on a measly character profile." He said, Laura giving no external reaction to her moniker amonst the criminal underworld being uttered. She didn't really care for it, despite its accuracy.
"No, but nobody said I was doing this on orders." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the Todd to think on that.
Laura turned the corner and walked a block before turning into an alley, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. She continued to do so, then clenched her paws in anger. Letting out a half a dozen different explatives of varying severity, she turned and punched the wall...then let out a half a dozen more explatives as pain radiated from her paw, this time going for the most vulgar words she knew. Her vocabulary was quite extensive in the field of cussing, so she didn't have to think about the words before they left her maw.
She was pretty sure her Catholic parents would have fainted if she heard some of the words she used to make herself feel better.
Two hours and fifty eight minutes later, Laura strolled up to the gates of Silvano Big's well sized home, waving offhandedly to the Polar Bears standing guard on either side as she walked inside. She made her way to the main meeting rom, then knocked on the door.
"Enter." Koslov called, Laura opening the door and shutting it behind her as she approached the desk, paws making their way behind the small of her back like always. Silvano sat in his chair, and she felt his eyes scrutinizing her appearance.
"Approach, please." The Shrew said, Laura approaching. He gestured for her to bend down and turn her head, which she did. "What is this? What happened to your neck?" He asked, Laura starting in surprise at the question.
"It was an accident." She said, the Shrew humming in annoyance at her attempt to dodge giving him a true answer. She sighed. "Lance found out about my thing for teeth a few months ago. I...mistakingly tried to do the same, and his instincts kicked in and he threw me off. That's how I hurt my wrist; it got between myself and a coffee table, which shattered it. Just last night, we...got together. Lance used his knowledge of my thing for teeth and tried to do it again, only he accidentally applied to much pressure, leaving the mark you see now." She revealed, the Shrew remaining silent for a long moment in consideration.
"You said his survival instincts kicked in when you tried to use your teeth on him. Explain." Laura dipped her head.
"My teeth were only barely touching his neck when I felt his entire body stiffen. He...seemed to have reverted to a more primal stage of evolution for a short period of time, no more than ten seconds but probably less, and threw me off of him. I injured my wrist, and he came back to himself after a few more seconds of warning growls." Laura said, Silvano lowering his head in thought.
"He is a danger, then. Shall I remove you?"
"NO!" Laura said quickly and loudly, surprising everybody in the room, especially herself. "I mean, no sir. Officer Whitney is not a danger, there was simply a lapse of judgement on my part. He warned me not to touch his neck, but I didn't listen and thus the injury I sustained as a result was my own fault. I wish to continue my mission, if you don't mind." The Shrew seemed to consider this for a long moment, falling silent. Finally, he nodded.
"Very well, but I want you to drop the mark if you are inured again by him, accidental or not." He said, Laura dipping her head.
"Thank you, sir. I will, I promise." She said, waiting for the Shrew to dismiss her. When he didn't, however, she grew concerned.
"Do you care for the Fox, Laura? More than you should?" Silvano asked after a moment, Laura blinking in surprise at the question.
"No sir, I simply don't wish to give up on my mission because of a simple and unimportant mistake." She answered, the Shrew making a noise of interest.
"Very well. You may go." He said, waving his paw. Laura bowed.
"I shall report back as soon as I have enough information, sir. If I might ask, could you possibly tell Fru Fru I said hello?" Laura knew she may have been pushing her luck, but she missed talking with the entertaining Shrew, even if her voice was...well, obnoxious was being kind. Laura put up with it, though, because she thought Fru Fru was genuinely fun to talk to. That certainly made up for the voice.
"I shall." Silvano said, Laura dipping her head in thanks.
"Thank you, sir. I shall be seeing you." She said with a smile, turning and walking out the door.
When she arrived back at her and Lance's apartment, Laura stepped inside and removed her vest, placing the bottle of pills on the coffee table in case she needed them again. It was a definite possibility Lance would be interested in more when he got home.
Lance stepped through the door to his and Laura's apartment, a sigh escaping him. The day had been...perhaps interesting was putting it mildly. Nick seemed upset about something yet wouldn't tell him what, a definite sign something was up. Nick didn't normally keep things from him. Even better, Lance was put on parking duty. It was his day to do it, unfortunately, so he'd had to deal with an upset partner and upset citizens who seemed unable to realize he was doing his job and held no malicious intent by giving them parking tickets. The new drivers were the worst, by far. He'd almost been assaulted when a seventeen or so Timber Wolf had caught him trying to ticket his car, and had only kept himself from arresting him because the pup's mother had come out a moment or so later. Apparently he was helping her with something. For perhaps the first time in his career, Lance had seen a citizen who seemed to know what he had to deal with when he did parking duty and made her son apologize. He'd awkwardly done so, but Lance had simply waved it off with a comment about being used to it. Which was the truth, sure, but he'd never been nearly assault before. That was new.
Lance paused as he passed the couch, taking a step backand turning his entire upper body to see Laura sitting on the couch and plaiying on her phone, sans shirt and pants. She arched an eyebrow.
"What?" The Vixen asked, Lance opening his mouth to say something, then sighing.
"Nothing." He answered, walking towards the bedroom and pulling his uniform off. He paused when paws wrapped around his waist, paws dipping suggestively low.
"Oh really? Because you seem upset. I don't like it. I much prefer you with that little expression you made last night." Laura said, Lance huffing in amusement. "Perhaps you could make it again?" Lance turned quickly, Laura's paws not hesitating to lightly grope his rear. He smirked.
"Well, I can't do it alone. Think you can help?" He asked, Laura grinning.
"Oh, I can do much more than help." She answered, pushing him backwards slightly. Lance let her, despite the fact he could easily turn the tables if her wanted to. He felt his legs hit the edge of the bed and stopped, Laura frowning. He reached down and easily lifted her up, Laura yelping in surprise, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Laura's legs were wrapped around him, as were her arms, and she pressed her muzzle to his roughly. Lance felt something inside him give way at the roughness, a small growl escaping him and making Laura freeze.
"What'd ya stop for?" Lance asked, Laura pulling back slightly. "Was it the growl? Sorry, kinda just slipped out."
"Uh, it's fine, just...surprised me. Last time you growled..." Laura trailed off, Lance's ears flattening against his skull in shame.
"Laura, I'm sorry, and I can't apologize enough for what happened. I tried to warn you, really."
"I know, Lance. It's fine, really. I think it's kinda hot when you do it like you just did, honestly. All aroused and possessive and the like." Lance arched an eyebrow at that, before slowly grinning. He turned easily and brought his legs under him, leaning forward and pinning her to the bed. Laura stared up at him even when she realized he had pinned her paws above her. Seems he had more that a simple 'gentle' setting.
Lance growled quietly and low in his throat as he lowered his head, nosing her neck and taking deep breaths. He opened his jaws and snapped them shut, stopping himself at the last moment right as his teeth touched her neck. Laura groaned as he slowly and softly raked his teeth up her neck, pulling away and raising his head up. He nibbled on her ear, drawing a gasp from her. She'd never had somebody bite her ear before, and it was...no, excited was too weak a word.
Lance raised himself up to here he was looming over her, though still pinning her paws above her, and his growl slowly became louder as his nose flared until it was more or less a full on snarl. It was strangely arousing, seeing the normally soft spoken and polite – though crass and not afraid to put somebody in their place if need be – Lance go from that to a much more wild side, and the thought that he could easily be mistaken for Savage if his eyes weren't still round crossed Laura's mind. He lowered his head quickly and roughly pressed his muzzle to hers. Gone was the hesitance and fear of bringing harm by being too rough, and in its place was a deep, primal need of two completely different things. Laura couldn't tell what alarmed her more, the Todd's need for her or the need for violence that his actions and growls told her.
Under normal circumstances, the thing that would worry her most was that Lance was so polite normally and yet had a primal urge towards violence she'd never seen before, but considering the fact of where she was and who she was with, this could hardly be called normal cir-
Laura let out a sharp cry as Lance finally drove her past the breaking point, her back arching, chest pressing firmly against his and breathing becoming a bit more difficult. Lance's growl took on a far more pleased tone, apparently happy that he'd been able to drive her to that point with nothing but a bit of teeth work.
'Jesus effin' Christ, he's good.' Laura slowly came back down to earth, her breathing clearing a bit. It took a moment for her to realize that Lance had gone and stripped the rest of the way sometime during her release.
"You know, I'm starting to realize something." Lance said quietly, almost huskily, and Laura felt her own arousal grow at the tone.
"Oh yeah? What?" Laura asked, the Todd grinning in response, a full display of his teeth making her squirm against him. Her recovery had come quickly, and now she was burning. Lance leaned down, muzzle right next to her ear as she felt him right up against her.
"I've fallen too far and too hard for this to end." Laura wasn't expecting that, and she remained silent for a long enough moment for Lance to pull back, apparently worried he'd said the wrong thing. Laura smiled at him.
"I know what you mean." She said, raising herself up and pressing her muzzle to his softly, Lance growling quietly at her words. He easily pushed her back down as he drove forward with a growl of possession and love.
Lance slowly opened his eyes, the feeling of warmth on top of him making him smile softly. He reached up and attempted to pull Laura up a bit, only to bite his tongue to keep himself from hissing in pain when doing so pulled on him as well. It would seem Laura had managed to somehow get herself knotted without waking him up. Interesting, but not too strange. He was a heavy sleeper when he exerted himself, and boy had he exerted himself the night before. He'd been far rougher than he had intended, but then again Laura hadn't seemed to mind so he supposed it wasn't too bad. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully.
Lance sat up slowly, holding onto Laura tightly as he made his way to the bathroom. He needed a good, long, and hot soak. His muscles, specifically his arms and legs, were extremely sore and he really didn't want to go to work barely able to move.
As the bath slowly filled up, he felt Laura stir aginst him slightly.
"Mm, Lance?" She said quietly, raising her head to look at him. He smiled at her.
"Hey there, Laura." Lance said softly, placing a soft kiss on top of her head. Laura made a noise that sounded similar to a Feline's purring, and Lance chuckled. "So I saw you woke up not too long ago." He remarked, glancing down at where they were still stuck together. Laura flushed awkwardly.
"Sorry. You were talking and I thought you were awake. It wasn't until I got tied that I realized you had simply been talking in your sleep." Laura said quietly, Lance arching an eyebrow.
"How'd you figure that out?" He asked, Laura flushing awkwardly even more.
"You mentioned your partner." She admitted, Lance blinking.
"Ah, okay then. It wasn't...weird, was it?" He asked nervously, Laura shrugging.
"You didn't think I was Nick, if that's what you're asking. No, you just said, 'Nick, we need to' and the rest was lost in mumbles." Laura answered, Lance sighing in relief. He leaned over and turned the faucet on the tub off. "Oooh, a soak. Thank god."
"You sore too?" Lance asked in surprise, Laura rolling her eyes.
"Lance, that was only my second time. You were a bit rough, though not painfully so. Just a bit sore, nothing major." Laura said, adding the last part when Lance looked worried.
"Well I'm glad I didn't hurt you. I don't think I could live with myself if I did that." Laura seemed surprised by his words, but smiled after a second.
"You're hardly gonna drive me away by accidentally being too rough, Lance." She said, the Todd sighing as he raised himself to a stand. He stepped into the water and slowly sat down as best he could trying to support himself and keep Laura steady.
Both Foxes let out sighs of relief as the hot water touched their sore muscles, Laura especially so seeing as her sore bits were a tad more sensitive than Lance's were. They sat there for a long moment in silence, simply letting the water loosen their cramped muscles and the like, and eventually Laura noticed that they'd become untied, but not necessarily that Lance had disappeared. She shifted her hips slightly, Lance opening his eyes.
"Laura?" He said in curiosity, the Vixen tilting her head. Lance glanced down and she grinned, leaning forward.
"I've always wanted to do it in a hot bath." She said huskily, nibbling on Lance's ear slightly and drawing a groan from him.
"Is that so?" He asked quietly even as Laura finally found what she was looking for and lowered herself. His paws clenched slightly, though it went unnoticed by Laura as they were underwater.
Lance reached up and gently wrapped his paws around Laura, the Vixen gently rocking so as not to send water onto the floor. Lance leaned his head forward and into his shoulder, letting out small noises of pleasure that Laura found adorable. Laura let out a quit gasp as Lance applied tiny, almost nonexistant bucks of his hips to assist her. Her paws tightened their grip on the thick fur at the base of his scruff, something Lance apparently noticed because he let out a small, stuttered gasp and locked up. Laura could tell he was trying to preserve this gentle passion between them, something she appreciated. He could be rough when he wanted to, but mostly he appeared to care more about pleasing her than actually getting off himself. It was strange, but she liked the feeling the realization gave her. It was warm and made her smile softly, even as Lance slowly resumed movements.
Somehow, some time later when the water had cooled noticeably, Lance managed to not only drive her over the ledge twice, he also managed to tie them with only a tug on her shoulders to pull her down and a gentle pressure from his hips. She couldn't remember a time any one of her previous marks had been so considerate and gentle.
They sat there for a long while, enjoying the feelings of pleasure they both provided each other with small movements as well as the feeling of relaxation a warm bath gave. Eventually Lance reached out and expertly unplugged the drain with his hind paw, Laura grumbling quietly even though the warmth had left the water long ago. She was comfortable now, and didn't really want to get up.
'I suppose, if I must.' She thought grumpily, letting Lance stand as she did herself.
The pair got dressed silently, Lance pulling on a clean uniform and Laura simply putting on a change of casual clothes. She didn't expect to go anywhere today, so no sense in dressing in her normal clothing. She walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch.
"See you in a few hours, Laura. Love you." Lance said as he walked past, bending down and placing a soft kiss on her muzzle.
"Love you too. Be safe out there." Laura said as Lance stood, the Todd chuckling.
"I'm always safe." He remarked as he walked towards the door, Laura huffing in amusement.
"Right, and you're also a cop. So be extra safe, please." Laura surprised herself with her words, but didn't let it show.
"Of course. Want me to pick you up anything when I get off?" Lance asked, pausing at the door. Laura was silent for a moment in consideration.
"I'll call if I want anything." She finally answered, Lance dipping his head. "See you later."
"Later." Lance agreed as he shut the door behind him, Laura leaning back into the couch. She made to get comfortable, then paused. She turned her head and took a deep breath, then growled when the smell of passion reached her. She couldn't go to sleep with that smell permeating the entire apartment. It'd either keep her up or drive her insane with hot dreams.
With a determined huff, Laura stood and made her way to the bedroom.
Laura collapsed onto the couch with a sigh, letting out a small noise of relief at finally being able to relax. It had been several hours since Lance had left already. Most of that time had been spent trying to make the bedroom smell nice and get rid of the smell of sex, and the rest had been waiting for the sheets and blankets and pillows to be washed at the small building down the street. The complex itself didn't have a community area for cleaning clothes and the like, so she'd had to get undressed and then dress in her normal clothes.
After all that had come the task of getting the sheets, blankets, and pillows all put back in place properly. She never had been very good at making a bed, something that always surprised her previous marks. Whether it was because she was a female or just because she was good at so many other things she wasn't quite sure.
Laura paused as a thought crosse her mind. Had she taken the pills earlier? She was pretty sure she had, but there was always the possibilty she had forgotten, as ludicrous as it seemed. She reached out and picked them up from their place on the coffee table in front of the couch, looking at the labels.
'Oh, great. Taking more than two within twenty four hours may make me sick. Lovely. Probably shouldn't risk it.' Laura sighed and set the bottle down, rubbing her head with a sigh. Why couldn't she remember if she had taken the pills or not? Had she really taken them, or had she forgotten to before her task of making the bedroom seem like two decent mammals lived there? She wanted to take two just in case, but she didn't want to make herself sick on accident. It'd be embarrassing when Lance found out, let alone her boss and the other Enforcers.
"Ugh, I hate my life sometimes." She muttered, closing her eyes as she continued to run her head. She didn't need to, but it felt good to. Another thought crossed her mind, something she had archived during her and Lance's session in the bath.
Why was he so sensitive around the lower end of his scruff? She knew the area was sensitive, sure, but she thought it made a mammal instinctively go limp, not cause them pleasure. Better yet, why was Lance's fur so thick? It was getting late into the year, sure, but they lived in a warm portion of the city. Hers was understandable, seeing as she had lived in Tundra Town for so long, but Lance? That was an anomoly, and she wasn't sure if the number of anomolies with the Todd were comforting or not.
He not only got pleasure by having the base of his scruff touched, he also got thicker fur when the temperature would normally drop outside of a climate controlled city. On top of that, he seemed to revert to a primal state of mind when he throat was touched. Then, there was the matter of the primal need of violence Laura had felt dwelling within the Todd the night before.
There were just so many different things that made him unique, and Laura honestly couldn't tell if that scared her or made her love him more.
Laura froze as the thought crossed her mind. Did she really love him? Sure, she said she did, but that was just a part of her act, wasn't it? She couldn't really be falling in love with the Todd, could she? That was just some stupid cliché in movies and books and the like, right?
Of course it was. She wasn't falling in love with him, she was just intrigued by his various differences. That was all it was. It had to be.
Laura let out a stuttered cry of complaint, rubbing her eyes. She rolled over and let out a growl, just wanting to forget about the thought. Her head perked up and she turned her gaze towards the tv, eyeing the remote. She reached out and grabbed it, pressing the pwer button. Nothing happened and she frowned, flipping the remote over and removing the cover. She tilted her head at the rolled up piece of paper in it, pulling it out and unraveling it. It seemed to be a sticky note.
Laura's expression dropped when she saw the rather well drawn face of a Fox sticking their tongue out and winking.
'Lance, you cheeky dick waffle.' She stood and looked around frowning to herself. She looked back at the sticky note and flipped it over, and sure enough there was a note on the back.
'The batteries are taped under the coffee table, by the way.' Laura reached under the table and felt around, eventually finding them in the corner and pulling them free, peeling the tape off of them and placing them in the remote. She turned the tv on and began looking for something to watch.
Lance stretched in his chair, letting out a yawn as he stared at his computer screen with a bored expression. He turned his head in curiosity at the sound of the door opening, then turning back around when he saw it was just Nick. After a moment of not hearing Nick sit down, he turned back around and saw him standing there, staring at him.
"What?" Lance asked, annoyed Nick hadn't spoken up.
"Did you know? About Laura?" Lance blinked at the question, then tilted his head.
"Know about what? She ain't pregnant, is she?" Lance asked, Nick sighing.
"That's a no then." He muttered, shaking his head. "Lance, Laura...Laura is an Enforcer in Silvano Big's mafia." Lance stared at Nick for a long moment, remaining silent the entire time.
After almost two whole minutes, Lance let out a laugh.
"That;s a good one, Nick." He said with a chuckle, turning back around to his computer screen. Nick stared at him in shock, not expecting this reaction.
"Excuse me?" Nick asked after a moment, Lance turning back around in surprise. "Lance, you think I'm joking about this?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I've known Laura for almost a year now. She isn't cruel enough to be an Enforcer in a mafia." The Todd answered easily, Nick hanging his head.
"Lance, I overheard her talking to Koslov, Big's Head Enforcer. She set up a meeting between herself and Big himself, something about you." Nick said, Lance frowning.
"Alright, say I believe that my mate is secretly an Enforcer in a mafia. What could she possibly gain from being with me?" Nick visibly blanched at the word 'mate'.
"Uh, well, I don't know, don't we have that investigation about some of the shadier things happening in Tundra Town lately?" Nick asked, Lance rolling his eyes.
"If all you have to support this stupid theory is suspicion, then I don't want to hear it. For all you know, 'Koslov' could be somebody else entirely who wants to hear more about me from Laura. Could just be a friend." Lance said, Nick letting out an annoyed growl.
"Alright. Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you if she ends up hurting you." Nick said, Lance raising his paw and flipping him off as a sign to leave him alone. Nick walked over to his own desk and sat down with a huff.
'Why can't he believe me? Does he think I'm just jealous or something? For god's sake I'm his partner, I just want to look out for him! Why can't he see I'm just trying to protect him from being hurt!?' Nick clutched his head but stayed silent, his lips peeling back as his grip on his head tightened. He could feel his claws digging into his skin, but he didn't care-
Something smacked into his head from behind, Nick turning in surprise to see Lance looking at him. Nick looked down and saw a rolled newspaper. Must have been from the trash, seeing as Lance always put them there when he found them on his desk.
"Don't cut yourself." Lance remarked, turning back around to his own desk. Nick reached up and felt his head, looking at his paw and cursing at the small splotch of blood on his pad.
"Aw, crap. I'll be right back." He said, walking out of the office and towards the bathroom.
Lance waited for a moment before banging his head on his desk, making the keyboard jump slightly. Nick had a point about Laura, he knew, but at the same time how did he expect him to believe him when he said that Laura was a mafia Enforcer? It was crazy, but at the same time it explained her formal dress sense. That wasn't enough to go off, though, and Nick should know that. He would just have to wait and see how things turned out, he supposed.
And that does it for Chapter 2 of Whetstone: Mafia! Holy hell this got out of hand with its length, didn't it? I hope the bathtub scene wasn't too smutty for FF. I tried to keep it barebones, since I wanted to go for a sense of 'sensual' instead of 'fap to this because it's porn' with the scene. I think I did it pretty well, but tell me what you think. And please do just tell me if it's too much against the rules of FF. I will just edit it out of the FF version if it is, but please don't report me for a scene that can easily be edited out with no effects on the story. This wasn't supposed to be this long, originally, but it just kinda kept going and none of the possible stopping points seemed good enough until the one that actually ended the Chapter arrived. This is my longest Chapter I've written ever, including my Lumis Oneshot for Zootopian Assassins. It's only a few hundred words longer, but it's still longer. I hope you guys enjoyed this, because I certainly did. This is probably my most vulgar story with the addition of the word 'cocksucker' being used, but I think it fits Laura's character. Her cussing vocabulary is quite extensive, but, this being a story written by me, you won't see most of it. Just imagine the absolute worst of those kinds of words and you have Laura's angry speel down pat. A lot of four letter words were uttered, but not only restricted to starting with F, if you know what I mean. Anyway, this is getting long enough, I'll see you guys...next update. Word Count: 13,779