Chapter Three

First, I'd get into your mouth to know what you taste like. Then I'd get into your vest, to know how soft you really are. And then I'd get into your pants.

Judy's carrot pen recorder squeaked once more.

First, I'd get into your mouth to know what you taste like. Then I'd get into your vest, to know how soft you really are. And then I'd get into your pants.

She hadn't been keeping count of how many times she'd replayed this recording. She hadn't known the reason why she was listening to it in the first place.

The rabbit officer was splayed on her bed, her police uniform was replaced by a loose t-shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans. The triumph that she felt for beating her landlord at his own game was now gone, replaced by an unfamiliar weight that had set itself in her stomach.

The earlier scene was undoubtedly fresh; soulful green orbs clashing against her violets. That self-indulgent smirk upon his lips. The firm but gentle weight of his paws against her fur.

Stop it...

Her thoughts brought her back to that massage.

Think of something else...

She wondered what could've happened if that sloth hadn't knocked. Would she had let his stolen kiss escalate into something that is... Much more intimate?

No it won't!

Would she have let that happen?

Of course... N-not!

Would he have been gentle? Or would he have been like his last name suggests?

Where the hell did that come from?!

Wild. Untamed. Driven by the ravenous hunger to mate and dominate a willing female.

What the-

Heated breaths. Sweaty bodies. Pleasuring moans and succulent sighs.

Oh sweet cheese and crackers!

Take me, I'm yours!

She shot up and out of her bed, landing on the floor by the balls of her feet. She started pacing, a desperate attempt to calm her heated nerves.

A brief glance at her carrot pen and she decided that maybe she should put it down for the night.

She strolled over to her desk right next to her bed. She glanced at her radio, one of the items that she had brought from Bunny Burrow when she moved to Zootopia.

Maybe some music will do me good.

Taking a seat on her swivel chair, she flicked the switch and it buzzed to life.

What are you waiting fooooor! Love me like you do! Lololove me like you do!

*Click*

I need a tough lover! Yeah! Yeah! I need a tough lover! Ooooh!

*Click*

My loneliness is killing me! And I! I must confess, I still believe!

You have got to be kidding me!

Her paws moved the dialer in a frustrated blur. Every other radio station seemed hell bent on playing every single romantic song (as well as the explicit ones) that had ever existed.

*Click!*

All I wanna do is love your body! OhohohOhohoho!

*Click!*

Till Now! I've always got by on my own! I never really cared until I met you!

*Click*

I'll make love to you! Like you want me to!

Oh biscuits!

Clicking the knob one final time, the radio tuned down. The songs left a bad taste in her mouth.

She then found herself glaring at her carrot pen once more. How ironic that this plastic vegetable had been her tool to knock her landlord down a few pegs, and now she regarded it like it was the most diabolical thing that ever existed.

Or maybe she wasn't mad at the recorder at all. After all, it is just a plastic pen that could record voices.

No, what laced her hatred for it is what it had recorded. Or rather, what she had recorded.

She was angry at him for saying those blasted words. Those disgustingly perverted words.

She cursed him. Damn Nick Wilde and that silver tongue of his.

And in the same time, she also cursed the fact on how much those words affected her.

Then came a knock at her door. Judy glanced at her clock.

9:40 pm

Who could be knocking at this time of night?

The door of her apartment didn't have a peephole. But even if it did she wouldn't be able to reach it due to her height. So as soon as she opened the door she was more surprised when her eyes landed on a familiar shade of hawaiian green, and the dim hue of red fur standing in front of her doorway.

Nick Wilde held up her handcuffs, "Did you really think that these things are gonna stop me?"

Judy was speechless. All she could do stand there in mere shock as she stared at his face. A chill that ran down her spine nearly made her shiver as she noticed the way his green orbs shined through the low light of her apartment.

"So..." he began, "Were you really going to arrest me or were you just gonna leave me down there all night?"

"I-" she was about to say, but was abruptly cut off when he suddenly charged into the room.

She was forced to back into a wall, he stared her down, her breath hitched as she watched him approach her.

The lidded look and smug grin the she knew him for were gone. Replaced with eyes filled with anger, frustrated and... Lust?

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked out of the blue.

She looked away, refusing to look into his eyes, "No."

"Look at me," he ordered.

Slowly, her eyes began to open; she saw him hovering over her, his lips just inches away from her own. She gasped as she felt his paws on her hips once more, the tips of his claws sticking lightly against the fabric of her T-shirt.

She flinched when he brought the tip of his muzzle against her neck. She felt him take sniff, a blast of hot air from his nose made her knees buckle, he held her tighter.

Judy failed to suppress a moan when she felt his lips against her. The kisses were warm and short, but the sheer ferver of each one made up for it.

She couldn't begin to describe what was happening in front of her. What he was doing to her body. Why she was letting him have his way with her.

Her arms flew up to his chest in a desperate (and all the while futile) attempt to push him off. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work. Her arms felt like jello.

"Stop fighting me," he whispered, laced by a tiny frustrated growl.

"Please- oh!" he began suckling her neck. His one paw began to travel north, while his other held firm against her hip.

Oh god!

"Please," she whimpered once more, "Nicholas, not like this."

"Not like what?" his paw continued its current path until it stopped just below her breasts.

"Don't do this to me, please." she tried to push him away once more, but again her arms failed her.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he assured her.

Nick's paw shifted, gently cupping one of her breasts. He felt her nipples pierce against her t-shirt. He then held a thumb against it.

It was sensitive, it was made apparent by the way she inhaled a breath.

"I want you," he confessed.

Then take me, God dammit!

She didn't dare to open her mouth, for fear of accidentally agreeing to his advances. He was making it hard for her to refuse, and it was just so easy to give in.

"Why do you keep fighting me?" he asked.

"Just let me go, Nicholas."

"I don't want to let you go," he emphasized his point by lightly dragging his paw against her side.

"I want you, Judy Hopps," his muzzle rose to her lips, catching her in a short kiss.

"I want you," he kissed her once more, this one lasting much longer than the last.

"I need you."

She dared to look up. His eyes were glazed over. Lust. Passion. Desire.

She felt his paw shift again. His fingers poked against the button that secured her shorts. All the while her eyes never left his own, she didn't scream when she felt the button give away.

She didn't say anything. Neither did he.

Words weren't needed.

And when she felt his paw go beyond the elastic band of her soaked panties.

It was all over.

VVV

Judy woke up with a gasp.

She looked around. There was no one there. She was all alone.

She lifted a paw over her chest. Her heart was still racing.

It was just a dream.

But it felt so real.

Hell, it smelled real. Like he was actually there. She could still smell his musk laced with his cologne, if not faintly.

She could even smell her own arousal wafting in the air.

She got out of bed. She glanced at her alarm clock.

5:20 am.

She beat her clock. No thanks to her dream.

Thoughtlessly, she opened the button on her shorts, feeling the concealed flesh hidden by her panties.

She was soaked.

Silently, she hoped that she stained her sheets.

Judy sighed. There was nothing she could do about it now. She still had to go to work.

VVV

5:45 AM

Garbed in her full police uniform, Judy transcended the stairs in her own pace.

The sound of snoring caught her ears. Right there on the last flight of stairs, was the very subject of her vivid dream.

Though the only difference was, dream Nick looked much more appealing than the version she was looking at right now.

He was right there. The same spot she had left him last night. He sat slouched against the wall, with his arm sticking up, held by the cuffs chained to the railing. His mouth agape, with a bit of dry drool staining the side of his maw.

He had been here all night. Confirming that it was just a dream. She dreamt about him.

She didn't know whether to see that as good news or bad news.

But still, heartthrob or not, she's still a police officer. He doesn't have to know.

She kicked his thigh, "Wake up!"

He woke with a start. Yelping out a frantic "It wasn't me! You can't prove anything!"

He calmed down as soon as he saw her. He yawned, like nothing happened.

"It's you," he smirked, "good morning, Officer."

"Shut up," she sneered. She reached behind for the keys.

"Are you going to arrest me now?" he asked.

Her answer surprised both of them.

"No, I'm letting you off with a warning."

She inserted the key into the cuffs, unlocking it as she turned it.

Nick clutched his aching paw. He watched her stroll passed him.

"Can I have my phone back?" he asked.

She was almost out the door when she heard him. Judy turned on a heel to face him.

"No."

He smiled, "So what, you're gonna steal my phone?"

To that, she smiled back, but not as wide as his.

"I'm confiscating it for a while." she said.

"I can't exactly tackle you every time you throw yourself under a bus."

"How thoughtful of you," he drawled.

All she did was shrug, "To serve and protect as the job description goes."

"So I was right," Nick said.

"Right about what?"

Nick's smile turned soft, almost tender in a way.

"You like me."

Judy 'hmped.' She said nothing more as she strolled out the door leaving Nick to wonder what was that amazing scent that had made itself known to him.