Rocket and the Imp

by kersync

Drunk and depressed on Knowhere, Rocket encounters a being of his own kind. Can they work together to piece together their past and save the lost souls of Halfworld, or will they succumb to the dark forces of a mystical beast and a crazed rabbit? An excessively explicit love story. [Rocket/OC] [BlackJack/Lylla]

3. Go All The Way

Rocket and The Imp

[A Guardians of the Galaxy FanFiction]

Chapter Three – Go All The Way

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Somewhere in space, a few lightyears outside of Knowhere, a spacecraft waited. It was the kind of craft capable of containing an army, the type of ship that could both start and end wars, and was certainly not the type of ship one would want on their tail. And on the side, spelled out in red paint, was its name.

Behemoth.

But for having so many crew members, the ship was horrifically quiet. This was, of course, due to the captain's orders. The captain of the Behemoth had a naturally heightened sense of hearing, and constantly stressed to all of his subordinates that absolute silence was mandatory. His long, dark, ears twitched as he stared at the ship's main screen with his full and undivided attention. It was displaying a radar, tracking a certain raccoon and his female counterpart. They've since gone off the grid.

He felt a presence next to him. He actually heard him scamper up to him, too. It was his assistant, a nameless rabbit of many. The nervous hare quietly knelt before him, requesting permission from the captain to speak.

"What?" The captain uttered.

"W-well, Captain O'Hare, we did as you asked..."

"Yes?

"And...it worked. They've been chased off Knowhere."

The assistant quietly cleared his throat.

"But..."

"BUT WHAT?!" The captain snapped.

"They're both alive, and we have reason to believe they could be working together."

He growled in frustration.

"S-should we proceed with the attack?" The assistant asked.

"No. We must wait until they're separated."

"But...C-captain O'Hare, that could take-"

"We've waited before, we could wait some MORE!"

The assistant grew silent, bowing his head in shame. After a few seconds, he spoke up in a hushed, trembling voice.

"I just don't understand why-"

O'Hare grabbed the bothersome rabbit by the throat, lifting him up off the ground to meet him at eye level. The poor rabbit was scratching and kicking, but O'Hare's grip only grew stronger. Slowly and menacingly, he leaned forward into the rabbit, letting the pest stare into his blinding red eyes.

"You know..." He growled, bringing a finger to the terrified rabbit's neck, pushing up his head to meet his gaze. "It is imperative to the survival of the entire universe that I keep my employer happy. To keep my employer happy, we must find and kill these two targets. As you could recall, our past attempts have all resulted in failures. And now that they're together, they're even more of a force to be reckoned with. We must wait for them to separate. An ambush is our best chance, do you understand?"

The choking rabbit tried to nod his head.

Blackjack O'Hare released his grip on the assistant, his armored body hitting the floor with a loud clash of metal. This echoed throughout the ship, and many workers stopped to look up at the commotion. Blackjack rolled his eyes and stood up from his chair – it was obvious that he'd need to address this.

"Continue with the tracking, rabbits."

He sat back down in his chair and faced the screen once more. As he stared at the blank grid, his corrupted mind couldn't help but just count the seconds down until his inevitable demise. He was frustrated with his mistakes and failures. He was growing impatient, excited, and thirsty for the blood of the raccoons.

"No matter, no matter, no matter. The plan stands before us, ready." He thought to himself, a smirk spreading across his face.

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Within the past twenty-four hours, Sale had seen many different sides of Rocket. Initially, she thought he was an asshole. He was defensive, irritable, annoying, and he scared her in an odd way. He threatened everything she thought she knew, dropping in and changing her whole world. What gave him the right to just show up and turn her life upside down like that? Of course, she soon realized her anger and distaste for him was misplaced. As the two talked and continued to be in each other's presence, she started to find him quite tolerable – pleasant, even.

They had lunch together. Then he started making her laugh, and she grew worried again. She liked him.

The more she thought about it, the scarier it got. And if the whirlwind of emotion concerning the handsome raccoon wasn't enough, Sale realized that her helmet had been hacked, and that Rocket was dangerous. There was a hit out on both of them. She had to leave Knowhere – her home for as long as she could remember – because of him. He'd gotten her in danger, and to make it worse, he was entertaining, funny, and...very attractive. She desperately needed to be rid of his presence.

Sale stepped into her ship when she heard him again. He'd followed her into the hangar. Why was he making this so hard for her? Sale broke down, planted her pistol on his head, and threatened him. But he wouldn't go. He whimpered, and pleaded, breaking her heart. She cursed everything, and let him in.

After the hyperspeed jump, Sale drowned her anxiety with some mediocre drinks. Rocket kept trying to make conversation, but she wasn't having any of it. Sale felt comfortable in letting him think that he did something wrong, even if he didn't. Rocket had really fucked with Sale, and even if he didn't mean it, she once again grew hateful of him for it. The realization of his lie back on Knowhere further fueled her anger.

She went and confronted him about it, but he went and did it again. He came clean, told the truth, and revealed a deep, dark piece of his heart to her. Rocket told her of his past, nearly breaking into tears. He was genuine and honest, that much she could see. But she mentally questioned why he'd do such a thing for her, and grew terrified at the answer.

Rocket cared about her.

As Sale stared at his metal bracelet and the hieroglyphs, a revelation cleared her mind. Excitement and intrigue replaced her fear, and she sprinted to solve the cryptic Halfworld puzzle. After they decoded that one simple word and gained a location, their success filled her with an extraordinary hope. She had thought that Rocket's sudden presence in her life had ruined things, changed them for the worse. But time and time again, he challenged that prospect. Sale now knew that Rocket wasn't a threat. In fact, he was going to save her.

So that's why she hugged him, and after their embrace and Rocket's nervous bumbling, she excused herself from his presence quickly. She had no idea how much longer she could keep her composure, because she realized she cared about him too.

"Fuck."

---

Slowly and painfully sitting up, the raccoon stirred from his long and arduous slumber. He scooted to the edge of his cot, staring at the plain metal ground and trying to grasp his bearings – to distinct reality from dreams again. His mind grew clear, and he came to terms with the events that had transpired in the past two days.

He'd quit the Guardians. "Fuck them. They...if they wanted me back they would've said something. Fuck them."

There was some unknown entity out there who wanted him dead. "Nothing new there."

He met another raccoon. "And she's hot as fuck."

With a yawn, he stood up, grabbed his black tank top that had been carelessly tossed on the floor, and ungracefully pulled it over his head. He stretched his legs and stepped out of the room, down the narrow hallway and into the ship's quaint kitchen. Immediately he'd recognized the scent of cooking and soon saw Sale fiddling with some alien ingredients and an electric stove. Rocket soon noticed Sale was sporting different clothes today – a dark gray jumpsuit of sorts. A very tight jumpsuit. Rocket found himself at a loss for words, admiring the view of Sale's backside and how the snug cloth material hugged her curves in all the right places. Her striped fluffy tail swished around idly, and he cursed it whenever it obstructed his view of her round, voluptuous-

"Fuck."

"Hmm?" Sale said, turning to see a huffing, sweaty Rocket.

He then realized he'd accidentally said that out loud.

"What? Huh? I didn't say anythin'," he stammered.

"Really? I thought I-"

"So ya makin' some breakfast?" Rocket interrupted, quickly having a seat at the small table.

He was incredibly focused on keeping eye contact with the woman before him, trying his hardest not to let his eyes travel over her again. An awkward silence lingered for a while before a confused Sale turned back around, continuing to grill some sort of alien meat. Rocket couldn't help but not look again.

"Keep it together you fucking perverted piece of shit," He cursed to himself, doing his best to control his breaths and suppress a rising stiffness below his belt, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

"Here," Sale huffed, aggressively sliding a plate in front of Rocket. "It's some sort of meat I found, and it doesn't taste very good. Enjoy, you fucking perv."

"Perv? What're-"

"You were staring. I can feel your fuckin' eyes on me. It's not a good feeling."

"I wasn't staring!" He barked.

Sale ignored him and sat down across the table, chewing a bite of the crisp gray meat and glaring at Rocket with those murderous violet eyes.

He sighed, and began to get frustrated.

"All right, I was. Sorry! B-but what do you expect?! You're struttin' around in goddamn skin-tight yoga pants-" Rocket cut himself off.

"Did I really fucking say that?"

Another prolonged silence. Sale initially looked offended, but her glare and frown eventually turned to a lighthearted smirk. Rocket grew uncomfortable as her eyes changed from angry and piercing to... sensual and inviting? She comically batted her thick eyelashes, flashing her bedroom eyes. The warmness below his belt grew again. Rocket quickly scooted in closer to the table, to hide it. Sale began to chew the meat in a much more slower fashion, being sure to lather her fork in saliva, all the while maintaining eye contact with Rocket. He felt his heart begin to race, and a bead of sweat run down the side of his head.

Soon he heard the light, soft, melodic laugh of Sale.

Looking at her, his discomfort melted away. Watching her smile and laugh gave Rocket an internal warmness he'd never felt before. Soon he began to giggle as well, not fully knowing why. After a few minutes of this lightheartedness, silence enveloped them both once more.

"She's fucking doing this on purpose. She likes seeing me squirm," Rocket thought.

He looked down at his plate – realizing he had ignored his meal. Grabbing the small slab of cooked meat, he pulled apart a small chunk, bringing to his mouth. He then thought of something to say, and a dastardly smirk grew on his face.

"And as if you needed to look any hotter."

Rocket gambled, trying to get under her skin just as she did him. However, he'd regretted the words almost immediately after they escaped his lips. Not only did she appear to grow slightly uncomfortable, but so did he. And the awkward silence was unbearable.

A slight blush tinted her cheeks.

"Goddamn it, Rocket you fucking dumbass..." Sale thought.

"Thanks. Not interested, though," She lied.

Rocket nearly choked on a bit of the cooked meat, bursting into a violent cough. He looked up to meet her eyes, noticing she appeared very neutral and careless.

"Yeah me either. Either? Neither. Me neither."

Sale smiled slightly. Rocket looked up at her, finding her eyes had resumed that previous look – the one that sent his heart rate through the roof and grabbed him by the crotch. He couldn't take that any longer. He quickly stood up, his chair making a loud noise as he scooted back. Rocket stood at an awkward angle and began to quickly walk out the kitchen.

"I'm just gonna check on our navigation and trajectory and shit," Rocket mumbled, quickly escaping from the thick cloud of sexual tension that had been created within the past few minutes.

The panicked raccoon scampered off to the front of the ship, where the captain's chair and control bay was. Sale had burst into light laughter as soon as he left.

"So much fun."

Soon after, She had met up with Rocket, and the two sitting in silence as they watched the stars fly past the ship's main windshield. Within a very short hour, they had finally reached the planet of their interest – Othinn. As soon as the tan, desert planet appeared within view, Rocket stood up and began to enter specific coordinates to the ship's navigational GPS. This had alerted Sale, who had been drifting off into her own mind, consumed by a wave of irrational, romantic thoughts.

"What're you doing?" Sale inquired.

"Landing coordinates," Rocket answered, finishing the input and turning to face her, "Should let you know though, it's quite a ways off from the hideout. Oh, and the planet's surface temperature rarely drops below a hundred degrees."

It wasn't exactly good news, but Rocket smiled as he told it.

"Are you serious?" Sale asked, irritated.

"Yup. It's a desert planet, did I not mention that?"

She gritted her teeth.

"Not a problem."

"I mean you say that but, have you ever been in extreme temperatures in that leather catsuit of yours?" He said, motioning to Sale's attire.

She looked down at it.

"It's not leather," She stated.

"That was a joke."

The two stared at each other in silence.

"It's-...never mind," Rocket angrily huffed, turning his attention back to the front of the ship and staring out into the field of space – mentally chastising himself for the missed joke. However, such thoughts were interrupted as Sale spoke up again.

"God, you're so easy to fuck with!" He heard Sale chuckle behind him, soon transitioning into full-blown laughter. Time seemed to slow as he watched her.

"Her laugh is so cute. And she's so fucking beautiful. God-she, she really is..."

He continued to stare.

"Her happiness is contagious, she's like...magic."

Rocket was pulled from his mental debate as the ship violently jolted, and vibrated heavily, before eventually settling. He looked up to see that the ship was now surrounded by red-tinted sand dunes as far as the eye can see, and had landed on a colossal, rusty sheet of metal. He'd been lost in his head for so long that seemingly, a matter of seconds, they had already made it to the planet of Othinn and had now landed.

He turned to look at Sale, who had just stepped away from the controls and began to walk into the ship's extensive hallway. Rocket slowly stepped up from the co-pilot's chair and began to walk over to her. By the time he had reached the corridor, she had already opened a door down the hall to a room unknown to him. He spotted Sale through the half open door, as she began to unzip her jumpsuit, surely to change into something more fitting for the extreme temperatures ahead. Rocket found time had slowed down as he watched her undress — that seconds had turned to hours as more and more of Sale's chestnut fur was revealed.

"Fuck. This is wrong. This is so wrong. Her bra is fucking red I'm going to die-"

Rocket quickly and quietly walked backwards a few steps, ending up back in the cockpit. He then proceeded to continue forward, making his footsteps loud and exaggerated. By the time he'd reached the hallway, Sale had already changed. Her dark gray jumpsuit had now been traded for a black pants and a plain white tanktop – both of which heavily complimented the bright brown tones of her fur. Sale had begun to walk towards Rocket, throwing a large and heavy backpack over her shoulder. Rocket forgot why he'd followed her into the hallway. He forgot what he wanted to say. Before he had any time to remember, Sale stopped and stood in front of him. He was blocking the way, and she crossed her arms and gave him an inquisitive look.

"Quick, just fucking say something, don't just stand there," Rocket contemplated. "Make conversation! A-Ask her what's in the bag! Yeah, say that."

Rocket cleared his throat and spoke.

"You still look really hot."

He realized something was wrong when her eyes had seemed to drift away from his, pupils increasing in size as she looked away, obviously caught off guard by his compliment. As she moved her paw up to brush some stray furs past her ear and slowly bring her gaze up. She was blushing. Rocket felt his heart skip a beat.

"Uhm, thanks."

Before another awkward silence could ensue, Rocket stepped aside, motioning Sale to pass him through the hallway. Sale quickly did so. And though the backpack was large, Rocket's view of Sale's backside was unobstructed.

"Fffuck..."

Sale had been having an emotional dispute all day, and Rocket's latest comment had just added more fuel to the fire. "What's his endgame here? He can't be genuine with shit like that, right? Right. He was a goddamn Guardian of the Galaxy! Probably slept with a new girl every other day. Fucker just wants to try raccoon now." As her mental dialogue continued, Sale's thoughts began to spiral past the point of general suspicion, to full-blown anger towards Rocket.

She pushed a button to the airlock, and the door opened, leading into a smaller room. Sale stepped inside, and Rocket followed close behind. The room was incredibly small due to the sleek design of the ship. Rocket and Sale stood about a foot apart from one another, as the depressurization took place and the other end of the room opened up.

Immediately, the heat was noticeable. Sale was quick to jump out, rather burning in the sun than being in close contact with Rocket. The metal that the landing pad was composed of was hot enough to give them third degree burns, but they'd taken precaution and leaped onto the sand nearby. The sand itself was warm and somewhat pleasant underneath Sale's paws. She then heard a thud and a grunt, turning to see Rocket struggle to get up. He brushed sand from his black tanktop and turned to smile a toothy grin at her.

Despite her better judgment, Sale found that very charming. Rocket came up to stand by her, looking in all directions as he did so. Then the realization hit her.

"So which way now?" She asked.

"I could type the coordinates into your PDA watch to lead the way." Rocket replied, placing his hands on his hips. Sale pulled up her wrist-mounted computer and opened up the GPS program. She brought up the 'Input Location' dialogue box as Rocket approached her even closer, invading her circle of comfort. Instantly she flinched and stepped back, shooting him a cold, questioning glare.

"Calm down, I was just gunna put them in-"

"Just tell me."

"It'll be faster if I do it."

Sale thought about it for a second, and decided she honestly didn't care enough to argue about it any further. She held up her wrist to him as he moved over and began to type in the coordinates. The planet had been sweltering hot, but the feeling of Rocket's paws brushing against her wrist felt absolutely burning in comparison.

Once finished, he stepped back, smiling at her again with that dumb, stupid, attractive smile. Sale quickly averted her gaze to her watch, which now displayed directions in the form of a large blue arrow pointing north.

The two began their journey to Rocket's abandoned hideout, walking up and over multiple sand dunes and enduring the harsh heat of the Othinn desert. Rocket ran his tongue against the roof of his mouth, finding himself incredibly parched. Sale took notice, pulling out a water container from her bag and shoving it into his chest. He looked at her for a few seconds before taking it from her. Her face displayed boredom, and coldness. As always.

Rocket made sure to only sip, and not gulp the liquid. The last thing he'd want would to be to waste it and further piss Sale off. Once quenched, he handed it back to her.

"Thanks," He uttered.

"Mmhmm." She nodded.

The two continued their arduous trek in silence. After about half an hour had passed, Sale spoke up.

"Why the fuck," she said in-between long, heavy breaths, "Did you pick this planet for a hideout?"

Rocket took a moment to form a response.

"I was wounded pretty bad, my ship was beat up. This planet wasn't even on the most updated maps at the tine, so I took refuge here. I was uh...on the run. Anyway, there was this big warehouse I found. It was abandoned, empty, and perfect for safekeeping shit under the radar of douche bags."

Sale seemed to be satisfied with that answer, as she didn't question him further. The two walked for a bit before a large, rusted structure came into view. It was half buried in sand and falling apart, looking like the remains of some extinct civilization. Sale gradually increased her speed, rushing to take shelter within the confines of the hideout.

"Also..." Rocket added, "Everyone hates deserts. Perfect place to hide-"

"Not species that were adapted for this climate...They don't hate deserts."

Rocket grew silent.

"Oh, yeah." He muttered, "I guess you're right."

Sale chuckled softly. It was a laugh at his expense again, but Rocket felt a bit more pleasant this time around, once again finding enjoyment in improving her mood. It was only a matter of minutes before the two had reached the door of the tall, rusty structure.

Rocket stepped in front of Sale and gripped the large wheel on the front door. It was much like the wheel found on a large, old safe. As he pulled on it, fighting against the rust and the weight of the metal, Sale found herself infatuated with the sight before her. Rocket's thick biceps bulged out in an impressive display, and his tanktop, now drenched in sweat, was skin-tight.

She found it incredibly...provocative.

"Fuck…" She thought.

Before she could even mentally scold herself for the thoughts, Rocket had opened the door with a loud, metal creek, and once more turning to Sale with that handsome, stupid, dumb smile.

He motioned for her to enter first.

Sale was an incredibly smart raccoon, and yet she hadn't figured out the real reason why Rocket had always let her walk in front of him.

"Fuck..." He thought.

With a goofy smile, he shut the door behind her and flicked on a nearby switch. Inexplicably, several flickering fluorescent lights had powered on. However, most of the hideout was lit by several holes in the ceiling, the strong rays of the sun coming down and illuminating dust particles as they floated on the updraft in the air.

Rocket's hideout was an abandoned warehouse. It was filled with boxes and crates, and contained piles of what appeared to be a wide array of junk from the galaxy's worst garage sale. While the main room was big and cavernous, there was a small office to the far right, which Rocket made a beeline to. Sale began to follow, their collective footsteps echoing out throughout the entire building.

Once there, Rocket pushed aside the creaky metal door and pulled a chain that hung from the ceiling, turning on a light bulb and illuminating the room. Sale entered to find a fully-furnished, small living space - much like a dorm room or a small apartment. There was a bed, a desk, a dining area that consisted of a small table and one chair, a door that seemed to lead into a bathroom, and a messy pile of technology and guns.

"Welcome home, Rocket," he mumbled to himself, just barely audible to Sale.

The room was small, musty, dusty and warm. Sale took a seat on the bed as Rocket continued to marvel and reminisce on his old belongings. She looked around the room, finding that it offered a lot of insight to more of Rocket's personality. From she was seeing, she felt it comfortable to assume that the two must have had a lot of similarities. Posters of famous space outlaws adorned the wall, held in place by several knifes and darts. She recognized all of them. There was a shelf that seemed to be completely devoted to displaying a wide array of guns and such. She desperately wanted to see how the large, bazooka-type gun fired. And there was pretty much garbage just all over the place. Sale wasn't really a clean freak either.

She felt the bed jostle as Rocket sat down next to her. Sale turned to notice that he was as far away as he could be from her, without falling off mattress. He was staring straight ahead, looking somewhat content. She followed his line of sight to discover a mirror on the opposite wall, a large, cracked, rectangular mirror that displayed two sweaty raccoons staring back at it, sitting an almost humorously abnormal distance from each other. The two caught eyes in their reflection, but Rocket didn't look away, beginning to lightly smile. Sale felt a warm sense of strange happiness upon seeing this.

"Scoot closer idiot," Sale mused. The thought seemed to come from that loud, annoying, perverted part of her brain that had been so vocal today – a part of her she'd never even knew existed.

Rocket spoke up before she could freak out again.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, standing up from the bed, "It's in my safe!"

"A safe? Isn't this whole building supposed to be like a safe?"

"My safe's safe keeps it safer. I keep only the really important stuff in there!"

"Uh huh...," She mused with a grin.

Rocket located the safe in the corner of the room, on a small table, underneath a pile of an assortment of tools and wires. He picked up the heavy safe with one arm, and with the other, shoved everything off the table with a loud, resounding clatter that echoed throughout the building.

He cringed in response to the brash sound, and turned to look at Sale in embarrassment.

"Was that really necessary?" She deadpanned.

He said nothing, instead slamming the safe down onto the table, pulling up a chair. Rocket heard Sale laugh, and once again felt that same feeling of warmness and joy. By now, it shouldn't have been that novel of a thing, but it was. He then heard the springs of the mattress contract, and light footsteps as she approached him. He looked around the room for a chair for her, but there was none. Rocket quickly stood up and offered his chair to her, motioning for her to sit down.

Sale stared at him with confusion. Rocket felt himself crumble once again, overthinking this small action and becoming unsure of himself once again. Finally, Sale simply rolled her eyes and sat down. He tried to think of some witty repartee, but couldn't. Instead, he went to the keypad on the Safe, typing in his most commonly used code.

The screen lit up as Rocket typed in 1-2-3-4, with a beep accompanying his press of every button. Once finished, he hit 'Enter', only to have the screen light up red for a second with a displeasing short buzz.

"Wait, what?" He grumbled.

"One, two, three, four, are you kidding me?"

"Hang on, I got it!"

Rocket typed in 4-3-2-1.

The safe lit red and buzzed.

"Shit!" Rocket exclaimed in frustration, stopping to think for a few minutes. With each passing second, Sale grew more concerned, beginning to grow angry as well.

"Wait, has this fucking idiot really forgotten the passcode?" She wondered.

"Let's just fucking break it open." Sale suggested.

"Can't," Rocket said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "It's uh, indestructible."

"What?" She growled.

"Well you see it's made of this rare alloy I got-"

"You're joking, right?"

"No. If...I can't remember it...then..."

There was a volatile silence.

"Sorry, It's just been so long-..."

"FUCK!" Sale exclaimed.

She lifted the safe from the table and began viciously spamming random numbers into the keypad. Rocket looked at her in genuine concern, her beautiful light brown fur being illuminated with red every few seconds. Beeps and buzzes seemingly grew louder with every attempt. Several minutes of this went by with Rocket slowly working up the nerve to approach her. He moved his hand up to place it on her shoulder, albeit very slowly and cautiously. However, Sale flinched when he'd made contact, and she threw the safe down onto the table with a loud crash.

She slumped down into the chair and buried her head into her arms.

Rocket felt terrible. His past had never been a huge concern of his, but that's only because he knew what he needed to know. Sale knew nothing. He saw how much she cared, and he understood that he was her only hope for peace was to get the answers she sought after her whole life.

And he let her down.

Rocket crouched down beside her.

"H-hey," he started.

Sale quickly shot up, staring at him with those murderous, alluring, beautiful purple orbs. She was pissed beyond belief and Rocket was scared beyond belief, but at the same time, he felt his heart flutter again upon meeting her eyes.

"Some dude once told me that hope is a fucking poison," She muttered, "I think I get what he meant by that now."

Rocket gently placed his paw on her shoulder. This time she didn't flinch.

"Her fucking fur is like, silky soft! Is she even a raccoon? Or...shit, should my fur be this soft? I should shower more-"

Sale's back began to straighten, as she sat up and looked ahead with revelation in her eyes. Slowly, she turned to Rocket.

His worried gaze was one she'd seen all too often.

"He cares an awful lot about me, it seems. Fucker looks like he's ready to cry. Does he really-...? Never mind, not important right now."

Sale smiled and pulled the safe to her. Confidently, she entered a new code.

"Eight, Nine, One, Three." She said aloud.

The safe's screen lit up green, and a soft click was heard. Sale pulled the safe's door open. The Half-World Book was in there. It was the only thing in there. She retrieved it and placed it on an empty part of the table.

"So this is the only thing that's important to you?" Sale asked.

"How did- what?"

"Huh?"

"The...code."

"It's you."

"I-, what?"

"89P13."

"You remembered that?" he said, voice cracking nervously and a genuine smile once again spreading across his face. He was taken aback by this.

"Sure, she could've just had really good memory – or perhaps it could be...she cares?" Even the possibility of that took Rocket off guard.

Sale looked at him, pondering his behavior. "Okay so maybe he's not a deceiving bastard like I thought he was. Actually, now he's pretty much a nervous wreck – and pretty fun to fuck with." Sale considered. "Fun? Now that's a word I don't use too often. Stalking and killing murderers – that's fun. Stealth and assassinations – that's fun. Spending time with another person?"

Her breath hitched in her throat.

"Fuck, maybe I'm the one that's gone soft."

"Dude, don't be a pussy," She said with a smile. "We got a lot of work to do."

---

Papers, broken pencils and spilled glasses were cluttered around the two as they worked together to translate the Halfworld Book. Without a second chair, the decision was made that they'd take the floor. Lying on their stomachs, Rocket and Sale both took turns writing down the deciphered symbols and characters onto new pieces of paper. Over the next several hours, the two continued alternating and translating the text efficiently, like a well-oiled machine.

The close proximity didn't bother Sale as much as it should have. As a matter of fact, she found herself enjoying being this close to Rocket. It was a foreign, warm, exciting feeling. While her mind was mostly preoccupied on the work of translating the book, she did have brief moments where some other things came to mind.

For instance, Sale realized soon after they'd begun working, that Rocket had a certain musky fragrance to him. It was an earthy, rich, smooth and sharp scent unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Against every one of her preconceived notions about the raccoon, she found herself thoroughly and carnally enticed by the aroma.

Another moment of significance occurred a bit later in the day. Rocket and Sale were working as usual, when Rocket had briefly gone silent. Turning to look at him, she noticed he was yawning, and moving into a different position. At the time, it wasn't that notable of an event, but Sale found that the sight before her – Rocket leaning his head on his arm, gently gazing at her with those tired, humble brown eyes, and smirking smoothly – seemed to emotionally resonate with her. As the day went on, the mental snapshot flickered in her mind every so often. The image of Rocket, his mind clearly unencumbered by anything but her, staring in admiration. It was another sign that he may be genuine in his intentions, and not the deceiving rat that she made him out to be. She thought alot about the look in his eyes, and the possible emotions displayed across the brown orbs.

"Fondness, comfort, attraction...love?"

Sale had buried the romantic part of her heart for decades, stashed it away and forgot it existed. But it was here now. Initially a whisper, now a yell, a voice inside her screamed to indulge herself for once and to be happy. To let Rocket in. But her voice of reason reminded her of the fragility and risks of the heart, and she was hard-pressed to disagree. So there she was, being somewhat cold, somewhat friendly, but nothing more.

Hours had passed, and the various papers scattered around the floor soon transitioned into a neat, foot-high stack of pages. The Halfworld Book was gigantic, not only in thickness but the pages themselves were about three times the size of an average book. The two had gotten to about the middle of the text, when she had realized just how much time had gone by. As Rocket turned the page, Sale turned her head to look out the open door of the office. The doorway led into the large, main area hideout. What had previously been brightly lit by the glow of the sun, was now dimly illuminated by the blue-white glow of the moonlight.

Sale slowly stood up, stretching to and fro, hearing the satisfying crack of her spine and adjusting her shirt.

"What is it?" Rocket asked, his voice dry and rough.

"That's enough, I think," She replied, walking out of the small room, and into the open area of the warehouse.

She continued on her path until she was directly underneath the openings in the metal ceiling – what appeared to be claw marks of some ancient giant or a terrifying beast. But that wasn't on her mind right now. She was exhausted, not only due to the amount of work she'd just done, but the mental gymnastics her head had gone through concerning the stupid, dumb, handsome raccoon.

Footsteps approached her. She didn't need to turn around to know it was Rocket. Nothing needed to be said at this point in time. The two were tired, and had been staring at the white and black pages of the scriptures for the entire day. Naturally, a time of rest should come.

Rocket was surprised to see her being the one to call it a day – he'd been wanting to say that for the past few hours. He followed her out and was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. There stood Sale, under the rays of the moonlight, looking up into the night sky. The chestnut, white and black fur on her face were brilliantly lit up by the mystical light of the stars. He continued forth, taking his place beside the raccoon and staring off into space with her. Minutes passed with nothing but the soft breaths of the two echoing throughout the building.

Then Rocket remembered something.

Sale heard his feet scamper away, sounding frenzied, as he ran back into the office.

She was confused and curious. The sounds of objects being thrown around and glass shattering emerged from the small room, as well as a few Earth swears. She giggled. Rocket soon emerged from the office, clutching a large, slender bottle with one hand.

Now she was very curious. Approaching him, she noticed he was looking around for something else. He then seemed to spot it in a large pile of scrapped cars.

"Here, hold this," he said, handing her the bottle and running away once more.

She looked at the object in question. It was covered with alien text – none of which she could decipher. What she did understand, however, was the international symbol for alcohol displayed proudly across the front. She chuckled. Sale then rotated the bottle to its back, and let out a small gasp as she spotted the price tag, stating that this bottle in question was valued at three hundred thousand credits.

Before she could begin to contemplate the reasoning behind Rocket obtaining such an expensive drink, the loud, brash sounds of metal grinding against concrete loudly interrupted her. Looking up, she saw him pulling a couch from behind a pile of metal. She approached to offer help, but once again, the brawny raccoon displayed an impressive amount of strength in pulling the couch from the pile of debris and towards Sale with one arm. He looked up and smirked at her as if it was nothing.

Sale blushed and grinned uncontrollably in response to his stupid, dumb, attractive smile.

Once in position, Sale took a seat beside Rocket on the couch, the worn blue cushions offering an incredible feeling of bliss after multiple hours of working on the hard floor. None of them noticed at this point, but they had been sitting much closer together now – nearly touching – than they had been previously in the day.

"Who's stupid enough to blow three hundred grand on a bottle of booze?" She asked, handing the bottle back to Rocket.

"The guy I stole it from." He laughed and began to unscrew the durable metal cap from the bottle.

"Oh, now it makes sense..." Sale quipped, rolling her eyes.

"He totally had it coming. This asshole puts an ad out saying he was buyin' particle dissipators, right? I have a few, so I go and see him. When I show up he takes one look at me, probably thinking he could get the best of me because well...I'm me, then tries takes my shit and kill me. So uh, heh, I give him a little laser-eye surgery."

"Nice, nice. How'd he take it?"

"Screamed like a bitch. Found this," Rocket said, holding up the bottle, "Of all things, in his safe. Apparently it's the best tasting stuff in the whole galaxy."

"Well is it?"

"I guess we're about to find out."

"You trying to get me drunk, pervert?" Sale laughed.

"I don't need to get you drunk." He purred.

Rocket took a swig from the bottle, swished around the liquid and considered the taste heavily. Sale found humor in how seriously he appeared to look when tasting the drink.

"So how is it?" Sale said.

He was stumped, at a loss for words and confused by the drink's taste. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before - bitter and sweet, gentle and rough, spicy and refreshing.

"It's..." Rocket zoned out, trying to put it into words.

Instead, he turned to Sale and offered her the bottle. She grabbed it by the neck, and brought it to her lips. After a couple gulps of the drink, she found herself incredibly hydrated, with a slight burning sensation as well. She looked at Rocket with a confused gaze, and saw her own emotion reflected in his eyes.

"Right?" Rocket said.

"It's weird. It's not bad, it's just-"

"Different."

Sale met his eyes.

"Yeah."

Rocket and Sale passed the bottle back and forth, taking swigs and relishing the intriguing taste of the alcohol. Time went on, and they continued until the bottle was empty. Not much conversation was had, but the silence was by no means awkward. It took awhile for Sale to realize this, but the more comfortable she grew with the raccoon, the less of a need she felt to fill the silence with talk. She smiled to herself, growing fonder of Rocket by every passing minute.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sale?"

She took the last drink, polishing off the bottle. Once done, she threw it as fast and as far as she could, hearing the loud, glass shattering against the metal wall several hundred feet away. The two looked to each other and laughed. Then the silence came back. They could both sense that the other had a lot on their minds, and it was obvious the easygoing mood they shared was threatened by some other factor that they'd been ignoring all day.

The two sat in silence, before Rocket scooted a bit closer to Sale, about to clear the fog of suspense and uncertainty. Sale spoke up before he could do so.

"Rocket?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Rocket looked at her in confusion.

"For what-the drink? Oh it's really no problem-"

"That too. But I mean, for...pretty much everything."

Rocket looked at her, seemingly trying to decipher the meaning of the vague statement by studying her face. Sale spoke up once again.

"For taking me here. For...helping me."

Rocket chuckled.

"Well of course."

Sale grew silent. She wanted to do something, and her mind was racing.

So was Rocket's. From the moment he saw those captivating, magical eyes, he knew there was something to this raccoon that would change him. He looked up to her, a look of worry on his face, and decided to think out loud.

"It can't imagine how it'd feel to not remember your past," Rocket started. "And...it's just- I don't really...care about a lot of shit."

He took a deep breath.

"I don't have a lot of respect for...pretty much anything. But, when I met you, I...I don't' know. You were just this strong, independent chick. Someone who stood for good – in one of the worst places in the galaxy. That's just so fucking awesome."

He met her eyes, and his smile grew. So did Sale's, automatically and unbeknownst to her.

"And another thing! A lotta chicks don't got a damn sense of humor! It's fuckin ridiculous!" He chuckled, scooting closer. Their thighs were touching. She looked up at him with a fondness that warmed his heart and egged him on to continue.

"I, uh...I actually don't feel like a freak or vermin or ...some little monster when I'm with you. You make me feel...warm? If that makes sense."

He stopped again, looking at her for some form of validation. His confidence and comfort came back to him.

"And I have this stupid thought running around my head...that like, you happen to be the only other female bipedal raccoon in existence, and you also happen to be most hardcore chick in existence, and I somehow managed to get lucky enough to meet you, to get to know you, and to spend time with you."

Rocket took a breath.

"I don't know if this cheesy or creepy, but I...I feel like..., I feel like you were made for me."

Rocket cleared his throat, and slowly lifted his head to meet her was absolutely speechless. She suspected that he'd feel that way, but, hearing him say it – sitting just a few inches from her – was another thing. She studied his face, as he studied hers. The two simply stared at each other, trying to gauge each other's thoughts.

Rocket was waiting with baited breath as to what she would say. Sale didn't want to say anything. In fact, she wanted Rocket to keep talking, and never stop. He warmed her heart to a point where she felt burning hot, scared, excited and nervous. She looked around the room, trying to catch a breath.

"What're you thinking?" Rocket asked, noticing this.

Sale spoke from the heart, looking away as she did so.

"I think you're dumb as hell."

She scooted closer, still looking away.

"And stupid too. And handsome, and cute, hot, smart, funny, and you make me feel happier than I've ever felt before. Like...in my entire life. Honestly...I feel like you were made for me too."

Sale turned to look at him. Burning brown hazel met stunning vibrant violet.

"T-that we're made for each other."

Rocket's reflected smile soon faded, as more serious and romantic thoughts floated into his mind. He redirected his gaze onto her mouth, imagining how soft and delicate her lips must feel, and how perfectly her muzzle would fuse and meld with his.

Sale noticed this, and her warm grin began to falter as well. The two were sitting side by side and their mouths were inches apart. Rocket and Sale stared deep and longingly into each other's eyes. Warm hazel met vivid purple.

Slowly and tentatively, he reached a hand out to touch the soft fur of her face. He let out a surprised breath, as did she. He'd never felt anything as soft and silky in his entire life. Sale had never been touched so gently and intimately in her entire life. His paw explored her cheek, causing her eyes to drift shut, as she nearly groaned in bliss.

"Sale?" He uttered, his hot breath warming her lips.

"Uh-huh?" She exhaled, her voice quivering slightly. She was deep in uncharted territory, and her skin was on fire.

"You're fucking perfect." He murmured.

Her eyes shot open. She knew what was about to happen. She had no means of preparing herself of what was to come, so she opted to freezing in place as utter shock and fear engulfed her skin. She saw him lean forward, and his more of his hot breath drift across her muzzle. His eyes never left hers.

Then it happened.

Sale felt his soft, moist lips press onto hers like an electric shock, sending signals up to her brain that caused it to crash and burn, reducing her thoughts to nothing and her mind to a blank. Her rigid, tense state melted away. Everything, her entire world, was nothing but the hot, blazing sensation of his lips connecting to hers – and it was a feeling she was instantly addicted to.

Rocket felt time stop, any useless information instantly vanishing – where they were, why they were there...none of that was important. All that mattered to him at this point was how incredibly soft and tender and delectable her lips were. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was the only passionate one he'd ever had. One wherein he'd actually cared – deeply, truly cared – about the person he was kissing. It was an entirely different experience. His mouth felt electrically charged, like delectable sparks extending across his obsidian lips. Rocket tilted his head and continued forward, allowing his muzzle to fully enter hers, every inch of their mouths connecting. Sale nearly melted as a result, their complete kiss sending deep shivers down her spine.

Her lips were a sweet deliciousness the likes of which he'd never tasted – and he wanted more. His heart was thumping out of his chest and his veins were pumping with adrenaline. He wanted so much more, needed it, as if for survival. He buried his hands into the fluff of her cheeks, and growled carnally. Sale stiffened at his touch, her heart accelerating faster as warmth turned to an arousing heat. His paws sent an absolute wildfire across her face, flushing it and bringing her to a drenching sweat. Their kiss had gone on for nearly a minute and a half, and her chest was screaming at her to come up for air. She instinctively pulled back.

Her eyes shot open, as did his.

They were both staring at one another, panting, heaving, quivering.

After a few seconds, Rocket chuckled awkwardly, lowering his paws from her face.

"That was- I forgot to breathe...," He panted.

Sale gazed at Rocket, as he panted and looked up at her for validation. Every second of the kiss was incredible, and she desperately wanted it to continue. The voice of reason in her head was nonexistent at this point and all rationality was gone. There was nothing else in the world but her and him. And she wanted him. She wanted him so much.

However, the few seconds that Sale took to realize this, led Rocket to mistake her prolonged silence as that of shock, or anger.

"S-sorry. I shouldn't-"

Sale had interrupted him with a kiss of her own. She charged into him, grabbing his face with her paws and crashing it against hers. Her lips were eager, passionately and vigorously pressing onto his. It was a warm, wet fire that filled her to the brim. She shoved forth her muzzle harder, frantically.

Sale was in utter bliss. With their muzzles fully connected, She moaned quietly into Rocket's mouth.

The blazing inferno of arousal grew wilder by the second. Rocket exhaled through his nose, sending hot air across her face. Their current position wouldn't do. He needed to be closer – his body was screaming at him to push forward and feel her. All of her.

Rocket broke the kiss and pulled his feet up, transitioning into to a kneel on the cushions of the couch. Sale saw this, and began to do the same, but he couldn't wait. He grabbed her thighs and pulled him toward him and around his pelvis with an overkill strength, causing Sale to fall onto her back. Looming over her, he grinned madly at the sight before him.

Sale huffed. She needed her lips on him. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, running her fingers through the fur on the back of his head. Her lust and desire had gone unsatiated for too long. Rocket took his spot on top of her, pressing his weight against her as he leaned closer and closer. He shoved his arms down and around her back, pressing her against him in a strong, unbreaking embrace.

Romantic touch was unfamiliar to Sale, thus she found it to be an otherworldly sensation - immensely enticing, massively comforting, and exceptionally arousing. The hug was so tight, they felt each other's heartbeats.

Finally, his lips met hers, and she exhaled in unrestrained ecstasy. Gently digging his claws into her sides, Rocket pressed his lips against hers even harder, and slowly brought forth his tongue, delicately tasting her lower lip. The flavor was sweet, and knowing that it was Sale's, made it all the more delectable.

Sale's heartbeat increased exponentially with each action that Rocket took, as she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the unknown. His coarse and wet tongue traced across her lip slowly, alternating between her bottom lip and her mouth's surrounding stray furs. It was exciting, exhilarating, and hot. So very, very hot. She had slowly and sensually migrated her paws from his upper neck to his brawny upper back.

Her tongue began to crave his taste as well, She'd extended it slightly, parting her lips and touching her tongue with his. They met, and battled each other. Rocket exhaled a grunt into her now open mouth. His grip on her love handles tightened, his claws threatening to tear into her shirt. They had begun to spiral out of control, and any amount of restraint or composure was now a very distant memory.

Rocket pushed forward harder, tightly pressing her body to his as they kissed. He'd found the friction to be incredibly arousing, and within minutes, his member had reached it's complete firmness. He ground his hardened length against her with no restraint or shame. Sale had felt his manhood press against her most sensitive areas, and a wave of blood had rushed to her cheeks. She broke the kiss and gasped. Rocket instantly pulled back, worried to death if he'd done something wrong.

Sale looked up at him as he looked down on her. She kept panting, her breaths labored and exhausted as she tried to put into words what she was thinking – but it was impossible. Rocket unknowingly set off the deepest of Sale's carnal desires.

"Sale? Are-" He whispered.

"S-shirt, off." She managed to say.

Rocket nodded rapidly. He unwrapped his arms from her torso, and leaned back on his knees. Maintaining eye contact with the desperate, huffing Sale, he brought his paws to the front of his tanktop. With hand over hand, he pulled it up and back over his head, throwing it aside, and then turning to her.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, I knew he was ripped."

She was stupidly grinning, mouth open, with saliva coursing down the side of her lip. Rocket began leaning back down onto her, but she wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel his warm, coarse fur, his large, tight pecs, and his chiseled, hard abs burn and rub against her body, not through the fabric of her shirt. She cared not for composure at this point.

"W-wait..." She said, just before Rocket planted his mouth on hers again.

His ears perked up, and he looked at her in confusion.

"Mine...mine too." She uttered.

It took a moment for Rocket to realize what she meant, but when he did, his eyes lit up. He gazed at her - his chestnut eyes lovingly admiring her violet orbs. He sported that same hungry and predatory grin. She'd felt his opposite paw glide across her hip, before working its way under her shirt and gripping it with his thumb. He then brought both paws down, only to slowly work their way up and remove her shirt with them. She'd grown distressed, as they hadn't kissed for about a minute now. With a huff, she'd soon realized that he purposely running his hands across her at an excruciatingly slow pace, withholding kisses, all to get her riled up, much like she did with him in the past. However, just knowing this didn't make it any easier for her to resist him. She contracted her shoulders, lifting her arms and neck slightly, and allowed Rocket to fully remove the white tanktop. He carelessly tossed it to the side. He leaned back into a kneel, his legs in between hers, to gawk and marvel at the sight before her.

Sale laid on her back, arms sprawled up by her head, as she stared at him with a hungry glare, as if she'd been starving for months. She took deep, labored breaths through a wide open maw, sweating and blushing. And she was shirtless. Her chestnut fur transitioned into a lighter tone down her belly. Her red bra pushed up against her full breasts, cupping and presenting them in a stunning, perfect display. Her chest heaved and rose with every breath, and she was growing impatient with Rocket simply staring at her.

Slowly and deliberately, he began lowering himself back over her. Their nearly-bare bodies slid across one another with the sensation of a burning sun. His paws ran along her sides once more, before migrating to her back. One teased about her wide hips, while the other pushed against up her back, forcing her breasts harder against his chest. She whimpered at the action.

Rocket leaned in for a kiss, but stopped just a few inches away. He watched her as she closed her eyes in anticipation, before slowly opening confusedly. Rocket smiled at her with a toothy grin. Sale, however, was pissed off beyond belief. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed at his head, digging her claws into the fur, and pulled it down onto hers, crashing her lips into his. Their kisses were wet, sloppy, and aggressive. Time after time, Sale pulled his head down harder against hers, dragging her tongue from the roof of his mouth, down back of his throat. Their noses were constantly exhaling onto each others cheeks, their breaths hot, rapid, frantic, and loud.

Sale angrily pressed up into him, her thirst for his saliva never ceasing, her hunger for the taste of his lips growing exponentially. She whimpered upon experiencing the sensation once more, her body loosening and relaxing in Rocket's grip. Their wet mouths never broke connection, and Sale's moans continued to grow in volume.

As Rocket pinned Sale deeper into the couch, his hunger grew. He brought his hips down harder against Sale's, dragging his stiff bulge over the her crotch repeatedly. Again and again, he slid back and pushed forward harder. The springs of the couch squeaked as Rocket slowly and rhythmically dry humped her.

Her own heat and arousal was just as active. Sale could feel the full length of his cock pressing against her, and it drove her wild with need. She broke the kiss, separating from his lips and arching her back to let out a noise she'd never made before – a half whimper, half gasp.

"Mmhhff, p-pants.." She huffed.

Rocket understood her love-drunk words clearly, lumbering off of her and reeling back onto his knees. Frantically and ungracefully, he flung his orange and blue pants off. Rocket kneeled, wearing nothing but his plaid blue boxers. Sale sat up, flustered and shirtless, her red bra glowing in the moonlight. He placed a paw on the hem of his boxers, fixing to take them off, before Sale stopped him.

She scooted closer, maneuvering so Rocket's legs were now on either side of her, and she was sitting up, eye level with his crotch. At that distance, the bulge was large, girthy, and intimidating. And the smell – every synapse of Sale's brain was firing off at once. This new smell was now her absolute favorite. It set her crotch on fire and gripped her heart, pumping her veins with a ruthless lust. It was a carnal desire that she couldn't resist. She shoved her face into his bulge, inhaling loudly with her snout.

Rocket groaned, and his cock twitched, the fabric of his boxers ruffling Sale's whiskers.

She couldn't wait any longer. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to taste every inch of Rocket's thick, sweaty cock and swallow loads of his hot cum.

She pulled down his boxers, and he shimmied his knees to allow them to slide off of his legs completely. One free of its confines, it had slapped her across the muzzle. She exhaled, and opened her eyes, and let out another long, dreamy breath upon seeing the sight.

The night was bright, and brilliantly illuminated was Rocket's cock. A thick, red, glistening shaft stuck out from a patch of matted, sweaty fur. It had a slightly curved and pointed tip, which leaked precum and coated the fleshy, veiny, rose-colored thick shaft with a shiny layer of moistness, and at its base were two large, furred balls.

She brought forth a paw to feel his member. At the touch, Rocket flinched and cursed loudly. He grabbed her shoulder with a fierce grip, panting with his tongue out. Sale continued, caressing his cock with her hands and curiously exploring it's wet, fleshy texture. Her free hand moved up to feel up his hard abs, the other continuing to feel and experiment on the raccoon's twitching dick. Her paw pads were soft, albeit a little rigid, so she knew she'd have to take to another means to get that climax out of him. Sale licked her slips, and gulped.

"Rocket, I've never-" She started.

"Do whatever you want and I'll fucking love it, Sale." Rocket managed to get out in one breath.

They met eyes and their hearts were instantly at ease. Sale felt any remnants of fear or restraint wash away, as her mind was suddenly overjoyed with possibilities.

With no hesitation, Sale buried her nose under Rocket's cock, inhaling the absolute intoxicant that was his musk. Her nose was planted underneath his thick shaft as she sniffed and relished in his scent. Her crotch burned with need, her ovaries firing up and screaming at her in response to the aroma. She pursed her lips and planted several soft, gentle kisses at his balls and at base of his penis. A slight tinge of his unique taste graced her lips, but she wanted more. She moved up the length of his shaft, her kisses growing in passion and wetness. She heard his breathing accelerate. She felt her own heartbeat in her ears. Soon she was at the top, and she planted a gentle a quick kiss to his tip.

She looked at his cock, and couldn't help but wonder how sore her mouth would be by the end of this. The thought inexplicably excited her to no end. She gazed up at him. Rocket was panting and sweaty. His eyes were shut tight, his teeth gritted against each other and chest was heaving.

"He's so fucking hot."

She smiled and brought forth her tongue. She wetly kissed the tip again, but the time, slid down, widening her mouth and engulfing the cock in her muzzle. The head of his shaft dragged across the wet roof of her mouth, heading further until it hit the back of her throat.

Sale reached the base of his shaft, her head pressed right up against his toned stomach. She licked and lathered his cock, ingesting his sweat, precum and musk. Her eyes shot open, and she pulled up quickly, his dick springing from her mouth.

Rocket looked to her, flustered beyond belief, but confused at her sudden stop. Sale grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down to her while she leaned up. It was an awkward position but Sale desperately needed to kiss him. She slammed her lips quickly and passionately, before separating with a pure grin.

"You taste so fucking good."

And with that, she shot back down to his crotch, enveloping his length into her mouth once again, as she eagerly and hungrily sucked him off. She slurped and sucked at his cock, filling the air with wet, loud, lewd sounds.

"Sale. Sale. Sale-Oh, god, fuck."

Rocket continued babbling, moaning her name and cursing at anything and everything. He grunted and gasped in delight, all of which made Sale's heart flutter with confidence. She bobbed her head back and forth, coating every area of his dick with ludicrous amounts of saliva, all the while swallowing any and all liquids that entered her mouth. Her hands gripped his hard, muscled thighs as she worked. Her excitement was infectious, and his vocal reactions fueled her to no end. Whenever she'd suck up the liquids of his leaky cock, or flick her tongue against his tip, his hold on her head would tighten, and he'd cry out her name in distressed, guttural fashion. Her pussy was throbbing at this point, and the frantic, pleading moans that she made with his cock in her mouth sent vibrations across his length pushed him over the edge. But it was too soon. He'd barely lasted five minutes of Sale's frenzied, passionate blowjob.

"S-sale, I'm-" He started, using his vice-like grip on her head to push her back, away from his crotch.

But she fought back, using strength she didn't even know she had to fight his grasp and shove forward back onto his cock, not stopping and in fact, sucking him off faster. He wanted it to last longer, but couldn't help himself as his hips began to buck into her mouth.

Sale found herself gagging at the violent force of his cock, and she loved it. She reached her hands around to grip his tight, muscled ass and force him harder into her mouth. He was constantly slamming the back of her throat, and she'd gone for minutes at a time without breathing. Her moans graduated to cries of lust and pain onto his cock, as she clamped shut her eyes, tears streaking down her face.

She could feel his rapid heartbeat through the spastic twitches of his cock in her mouth, as more and more spurts of precum swished around in her mouth. Rocket's claws sunk into her skull and he viciously slammed his dick into her head. Sale choked, gagged and coughed onto his cock before remembering to breathe through her nose to avoid falling unconscious. Every hump into her mouth grew more powerful, but her lust never turned to fear. It was too strong.

Then, Rocket finished. With one last, angry thrust, he jammed his cock deep into Sale's throat, growling, and barking an onslaught of curses. His dick exploded and shot out spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum deep into Sale's throat.

Instinctively, she swallowed as much as she could before she began to choke. She pulled her head back, gasping for air. Thick ropes of ejaculate dripped from her mouth as she caught her breath. She then brought her tongue out, lapping up any and all traces of cum from his cock, her mouth, and her cheeks. Sale sighed in ecstasy upon ingesting his seed, enjoying the salted, pure taste thoroughly.

"It tastes like how he fucking smells."

As Rocket came down from his meteoric high, Sale flopped back onto the couch in utter exhaustion. He watched her for a few moments. Her eye makeup ran, and left dark black streaks across her face. Her eyes were watery, and his cum was on her cheeks, mouth, and neck. Her eyes slowly opened, and she smiled at him. He crawled back over her, resting a bit above her, to stare at her close-up.

"That was..." He heaved, panting in her face. "You're so fucking amazing."

"My jaw hurts." She stated, chuckling.

"S-sorry."

"Don't fucking apologize. I..I loved that."

"Me too."

He leaned in and kissed her. She reciprocated, tentatively and out of breath. He separated, planting kisses on her ruffled, sticky cheeks, then beginning licking her fur clean. He continued down her neck, across her collarbone, then onto the red fabric of her bra.

He rested his weight on his left hand, and with the right, reached back and expertly undid the hook of Sale's bra, all the while maintaining eye contact and sporting that same, stupid smirk. She pushed forward her shoulders as he peeled off her brassiere, quickly tossing it aside. Just as quickly, her sizeable tits burst free from their confines, bouncing and settling on her chest.

Rocket wasted no time, diving head-first into her right breast, slathering the short, soft, light-brown cream colored fur, in his saliva. Sale's head shot back, and she arched up into his grasp. He dug his strong arms under her again, trapping her against him in a tight embrace while he continued his assault on her large bust with his tongue. His muzzle coated the entire surface area with licks and hungry kisses. He soon quit his teasing and jammed his mouth onto her light-brown nipple, suckling on it with a frantic passion. Sale whimpered, and weakly brought forth a paw to cup around his head as he nursed on her tit. This fired him up further, as he took to the left breast, devouring it much harder. His teeth grazed her nipple before he began sucking on the sensitive flesh as hard as his lungs would allow. The pressure and suction brought Sale to a cry.

"God, Fuck!"

The thirsty, hungry lips of Rocket passionately suckled Sale's large breast nonstop. Alternating, he switched to the right boob, bringing his paw from her back to fiercely grip the left. His paws squished and kneaded at her tit while he sucked the other ruthlessly and without restraint. After a few minutes, he separated, and looked up at her. She was panting and sweating.

"This is the best fucking day of my life."

"You're...you're amazing, Sale," He cooed.

"Rocket. I...you got me so fuckin fired up, I...I need..."

"You...need?" Rocket asked, his voice smooth and sultry. He rose from her tits, looming over her with his hands now on either side of her head. She looked up at him, a flustered mess.

"I need to..." She started, blushing and panting.

"...To get off?" He asked bluntly, smirking. "I'll getcha off, don't worry babe."

Rocket's head traveled downwards, and his cheeky face dropped out of sight.

"Don't fucking call me ba-AABE!" Sale exclaimed, suddenly finding her legs thrown up in the air to be draped around Rocket's broad shoulders.

Without asking, without warning, Rocket began making short work of Sale's pants. Like a wild animal, he pulled and tugged on them without any shame. The black pants soon flew off her feet with a careless toss, and Rocket's breath was hitched in his throat.

"Fuck. Yes." He stated, his smile vanishing.

His teasing gaze shifted off of her lavender eyes, and transitioned into a hungry, predatory, lustful stare at her matching red panties. Sale was nearly trembling. The sudden airflow to her crotch, as well as the feeling of his passionate gaze, sent her heart fluttering. The raccoon's motions were swift and smooth. He lowered himself down onto his stomach, his head a mere inches away from her loins.

"Shouldn't you...take 'em off?" Sale asked.

"I wanna do what you did." Rocket replied.

He then pushed forward. His nose dove into her panties, shoving into her crotch, and he took a long, deep, inhale.

"A-aah!" Sale cried.

His snout nearly penetrated her through her underwear, the sudden contact sending an explosion of electric bliss that rendered her speechless. His nose became damp as he felt the wetness seep through her underwear and moisten him. He sniffed and took as much of her scent as he could in one breath. It had the desired effect of sending his lust skyrocketing.

He instinctively emitted a low grumble from deep in his throat. Her natural female scent grew the fire in his crotch and filled him with a hunger that he desperately needed to satiate. He pressed forth and inhaled again, tilting his head and dragging his muzzle across Sale's damp panties. She moaned once more in return. Rocket's mouth dropped open and his tongue slipped out, starting at the base of her entrance and moving up to the hem of her underwear.

Her thick tail was thrashing underneath him now, and his waved behind him in turn. The desire to eat his fill of the Sale's sopping wet cunt overtook him. Growling, he gripped the thin sides of her red panties and pulled them back, up and over her legs faster than she could comprehend. Sale's dripping pussy was out in the open air now, and even the warm breeze of the air sent shivers down her spine. Then Rocket went down on her, and his broad tongue came down crashing over Sale's tight pussy, lapping up her juices.

"Shit! Oh...fuck..." She moaned.

Sale threw her arms down and grabbed his head, hoping to steady herself. But Rocket couldn't be contained. His licks were desperate, and brimming with enthusiasm. He licked, slurped, and sucked at her sweet cunt before separating and coming up for air. Rocket leaned back up and over Sale, moving his face inches from hers. He waited till her eyes fluttered open before he dove in and kissed her. It was quick, wet, and passionate. He pulled back, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Y-you taste really fucking good too, Sale."

She blushed and smiled, using the grip she still had on his head to pull him back in for another kiss. After this, Rocket dove back down to her crotch, and began his assault on her pussy.

His kisses on her entrance grew harder and deeper, and before long, he'd planted sloppy, wet kisses on every inch of her. There was no more buildup, and only one thing left to do. Rocket's tongue slipped inside of Sale with a slippery ease. His jaw opened wider and sunk deeper in, as his teeth traced edges around her.

"Fuck! Fuck, Rocket!" Sale cried.

Her hands tightened on his head and shoved him deeper. His broad tongue entered deeper, tracing every inch of her walls in exploratory circles that caused Sale to shiver. He brought forth his arms and planted his strong, powerful paws on her thighs. He spread them out further as he pushed deeper in.

Sale's head shot back again. Her eyes were stuck open, staring at the night sky and stars above. Pleasure overwhelmed her mind and her vision was locked above. She focused on nothing but the sensations and the absolute, torturous ecstasy she was in.

Rocket delighted in every drop of her fluids. The feminine, salty taste was kindle to the bonfire of his lust. By this point, his saliva and her juices were spread all over his mouth. Her cries made him hornier than he ever thought he could be, and his flaccid dick grew to a raging boner in minutes. He grunted and groaned into her pussy, sending aggressive vibrations that elicited frantic whimpers from Sale.

Between the strong grip he had on her, and his tongue lashing about inside her, Sale was in complete bliss. No thoughts were in her head anymore. In the midst of this, she found one hand leaving Rocket's head and traveling down to the top of her pussy. Instinctively, Sale began massaging her clitoris, and she gasped.

He looked up at her. She began to breathe harder. Her chest was heaving and she was rubbing at her clit with a steady pace and a circular motion. Rocket smirked. She'd almost lost it, and he barely started! He couldn't help but wondered just how flustered and horny he could get Sale, and his curiously couldn't be ignored.

With his index finger, delicately keeping his claw sheathed, he dragged his finger pad up and down her entrance, before sliding it in and exploring her moist tunnel. Sale bucked her hips towards him, and her breaths grew harder and her moans grew louder. He wasted no time in bringing forth his second finger, pushing it inside her pussy. With both fingers inside her now, he separated them, and thus, spreading her walls.

"Rocket! Fuck!" She shouted.

He rotated his fingers, spreading and massaging her wet tunnel. He was constantly changing patterns and altering rhythm, all to get her to that perfect climax. He rubbed and stroked her moist interior as she whined and breathed sharply. With his mouth unoccupied, he decided to relieve Sale of her duty. Rocket leaned his head forward and started sucking on her clitoris. Her back arched and she gasped.

"Fucking goddamn it, Rocket! Fuck! I can't- Aah!"

The thin black strips of his lips were soaked with cunt. His tongue lapped and swirled around her clit, stimulating it to no end. He slipped a third finger into her tight pussy and was met with great resistance. His paws kept a hold of her hips as her bucking got more powerful and frantic.

"Fuck! God- Oh, oh fuck, fuck!"

His fingers traced around her gspot before rubbing back and forth against it viciously. He suckled harder on her clit, and continued his attack on her pussy. His fingers slid over the spot back and forth, harder and faster until his hand was pulling out and shoving into her pussy entirely. She was completely frantic now. And he absolutely adored the view. Sucking on her clit, he looked up and saw Sale with her head back, chest heaving, and her large breasts bouncing with every sudden gasp and moan. Sweat glistened off her fur and illuminated every curve of her body and definition of her muscles.

"Yeah-p-please, Rocket, fuck!"

A dastardly thought entered his mind, and he executed it with no remorse. He nibbled at her clit with his teeth, lightly and gently. But it was enough to do the trick. He'd pushed her off the cliff she'd been inching toward, and her ecstasy and pleasure reached its crescendo.

Sale screamed. Her arms shot forth and grabbed whatever she could, digging her claws as deep as she could into them. Her back arched like it never had before. Every muscle in her body shivered as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled over her, washing across her skin and engulfing her fur. Her eyes clamped shut, tears bursting. Her sensitive cunt clamped down around Rocket's fingers and coated them with a wave of her warm liquids.

After lurching forward for a few never-ending seconds, she collapsed down onto the couch once more. Her tense muscles had never felt so relaxed. It took awhile for her mind to catch up with her, as she sunk back into the cushions of the couch. Rocket leaned over her for a while, then spotted what he thought was enough room for himself, beside her on the couch. He shifted and scooted, trying to lay next to Sale on the narrow sofa.

He misjudged the amount of space there was, and fell backwards onto the cement floor.

Rocket sat up, embarrassed, and looked to Sale, who began to chuckle. Rocket followed suit, and soon the two erupted in uproarious laughter.

"You fuckin' dumbass!" She laughed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He replied, nodding. "The bed in my room fits both of us."

He stood up, picking up both of their discarded clothes and shoving them into one bundle under his arm.

"Go ahead, I just...I need a second."

"Sure."

Rocket walked over to his old room. Sale looked up as he stepped away, admiring his muscled, tight ass as it flexed and contracted with each step. She chuckled, and leaned her head back once more.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sale?"

Reality was coming back to her, and the weight of her actions fell upon her like a ton of bricks. She sucked Rocket's cock. And he ate her out to completion. Was he her boyfriend now? Her mate? What would this mean for their partnership? How awkward were things going to get from here? The overthinking and fear caused her to spiral.

Then Rocket was back there by the couch, picking Sale up in his arms, bridal-style.

She let out a surprised gasp, grasping at his shoulders and meeting his eyes.

He gazed at her, his soft brown eyes bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort to her. His brawny, strong arms around her filled her with a sense of security that demolished any anxiety she had. The moon backlit the fur on his head, illuminating his features and she had no doubts that he was the sexiest being in the entire galaxy.

"Hey." He cooed, walking slowly toward the room.

"H-hi..." She uttered.

"How're you feeling?"

"I don't know."

He noticed her hesitations.

"You okay?"

"Are you my boyfriend now, Rocket?"

"If you want," He chuckled. "I'd love that."

"But what does that mean? I've never...what happens now? Or-tomorrow? What do we do?"

Rocket entered the room, lumbering over the the side of the bed, and gently placing Sale down on the right side. He then sauntered over to the opposite side and crawled onto the mattress. He shuffled closer to her, propping his head up on his arm and gazing at her lovingly, a position that mirrored Sale's.

"Well, tomorrow we're gunna gather our shit, get back to your ship, and finish decoding the Half-World book. You know that."

"But, I mean, after? Will we-"

"Hey, let's just deal with it as it comes, alright?"

"That's hard for me, I'm not like you."

"You worry too much."

"It kept me alive this long."

"I'd say we're out of danger, so long as we stick together."

"Together."

"Yeah."

"...forever?" Sale uttered, the words leaving her mouth before she had a chance to process them.

Rocket chuckled, shuffling closer to her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, before pinning down onto the bed, with his brawny mass hovering over her. He leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, leaning into her ear and letting out a soft exhale.

"Forever."

Sale trembled, and exhaled.

Rocket's cock was nearly fully erect. The moist, leaky dick dragged over Sale's stomach leaving a sticky trail of precum wherever it touched. His hard length sent a hot sensation across her fur, and she felt that burning desire rekindle. She pulled him down and met his lips angrily. She began with repeated pecks on the front portion of his mouth, with dozens of soft, hungry kisses peppered every inch of his lips. It didn't take long for them to grow deeper.

Rocket held his weight up with a paw on either side of her head while diving down and pressing his body against hers. His muzzle was fully connected with hers, and their tongues met once again, her taste being was just as delicious as it ever was. They panted into each other's mouths. Sale sighed in bliss, and Rocket groaned.

His throbbing, wet cock was pinned between his abs and her stomach. It twitched and pulsated. He was soon grinding it up and down her body, coating her fur in his slick juices. Sale whimpered into his mouth. Her hands had found their way to his broad shoulders, and she was clinging on for dear life.

"Mmfh, Rocket.." She sighed, breaking the kiss. "Please."

"Hmm?"

"P-put, shove. Shove it in. All."

He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hot tip nudging at her folds. She gasped in shock, her cunt still sensitive. Rocket noticed this, and hesitated. He arched his back and slid his thick cock slowly and carefully into her moist tunnel.

Sale cried out, and Rocket let out a surprised gasp. Sale underestimated the overall length and girth of Rocket's dick, as it seemed to painfully stretch her inner walls apart. Rocket had never felt his shaft be embedded in something so tight before as he nearly collapsed, shuddering and shivering into her neck.

The two took the time to catch their breaths, and eventually caught eyes. Rocket gazed down at Sale, her expression reading one of pain, anxiety, and pleasure. Rocket slowly brought his cock out of Sale, then shoving it back in. The two resumed their cannibalistic kissing and their paws traveled all over each other. Sale brought her legs around his hips and contracted them, thrusting him against her harder and indicating that she wanted a faster pace. He obliged, sliding in and out of her slightly quicker.

The squeaking of the old mattress grew louder with each thrust. Curious paws eventually found their way over to Sale's chest. He eagerly and vigorously caressed her plump, sizable breasts. Sale had moaned into his mouth once more, her voice's pitch increasing with every thrust. He found her fur was much softer on this part of her body, allowing his paws to glide across them with ease. His hands were full as can be with Sale's breasts in each paw, his grip tightening with each thrust, extracting a small moan from Sale in response.

He'd begun to pump faster, his cock shoving ever deeper into her. Sale had threw her head to the side, letting out a broken gasp. Acting on pure instinct, Rocket removed his hands from her breasts and wrapped around her back, holding her closer to him. She'd begun to arch her back, her staggered breaths and frantic moans being an absolute symphony to his ears. Rocket opened his eyes after having them closed after sheer concentration, to view the incredible sight before him. Sale had her eyes tightly shut, her jaw hanging slightly agape as she heavily panted, and her breasts bounced beautifully with every trust.

Sale's mind was no longer with her. She quivered and moaned in response to his every touch. Her panicked breaths grew louder, and her moans had reached arousingly loud volume. He pumped faster, his cock banging against the wall of her cervix and leaving her pussy lips repeatedly, all within intense one-second intervals. He moved like a blur, crushing her against him with his strong arms and pounding her powerfully. The initial pain was gone, and the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Rocket gasped, and quickly pulled out of her. Sale trembled, shaking underneath his grasp. The two stared at each other for a few minutes. They panted hot breaths into each others faces, hearts thumping rapidly.

"What're you-," Sale breathed.

"You're amazing." Rocket chuckled.

"Why did...why'd you stop?"

Rocket gripped her hips, sliding her forward and flipping her over. Her head dove into the pillow, and she pulled up, resting her weight on her forearms. A blush washed over her cheeks as she soon realized the exposed position she was in. Face down, ass up.

His tail was thrashing excitedly.

"I've been wanting to do this for so fucking long."

He dove his muzzle straight into her moist heat, and his face became completely submerged into her ass. He lapped up and sucked at her juices, rolling his head around and shamelessly motor-boating the raccoon's thick butt cheeks.

"A-ah, you stupid dumbass..."

"Mmmff." Rocket purred, his muzzle deep in between her plump mounds.

"Allright, quit fuckin' around..."

Rocket did as instructed, pulling his muzzle out of her and rising up. He leaned up and positioned his cock and slid inside of her, pushing forward with a slow and deliberate thrust. He groaned at the overwhelming pleasure of having Sale's fat ass slam against his thighs, crotch, and stomach. The two supple, soft globes of fur brushed up firmly against him, and he was lost in bliss.

"Fuck. Yes..."

He grabbed the base of her tail and thrust against her harder. Within seconds, the raccoon got into a rhythm that drove them both wild. Sale dove her claws into the mattress, and her tongue fell out of her mouth. She instantly realized she loved getting fucked from behind. Rocket reached his free paw far back behind him, only to slam it forward onto her butt with a loud, sharp smack.

"Ah! Fuck!" Sale cried. "God, Fuck, do that again!"

Rocket obliged, spanking Sale as hard as he could. Her cries of pain and pleasure drove him mad, and he began pumping into her harder, shoving his cock deep between her thick ass and once again slamming against the walls of her cervix. His balls were swinging and thumping against her clitoris, his girthy, thick cock was absolutely destroying her tight pussy, and he mercilessly brought his paw back to her ass with sharp, hard spanks. Her cries grew louder and sharper, all fueling Rocket's insatiable lust.

"I'm...R-Rocket, I'm close..." She panted.

He wasted no time in picking up the pace. He slapped her ass one more time, before leaning back down over her. He moved both paws up and under her body to grip her swinging breasts with a vice-like grip. He used his leverage and strength to slam his entire body into her with extreme force. The sensation of Sale's thick ass bouncing and slamming up against him, the tightness of her cunt around his cock, and the feeling of her heavy tits in his paws was absolutely otherworldly, and it overwhelmed him.

"Fuck! Sale! God fucking damn! Fuck!" He shouted, gritting his teeth and fucking Sale with more intensity than an exploding star.

"Rocket, Fuck! Please! Oh, fuck!"

Sale's cries grew louder, and Rocket began to rhythmically grunt into her neck. They were both past the point of no return. Sale's inner walls began to tighten around Rocket, as he thrusted deeper and faster that he'd ever had.

Then, in unison, they climaxed. Sale shrieked as she'd felt a flood of sensation unlike anything she'd felt before. Her pussy gripped Rocket's cock as he'd ejaculated load after load of hot, milky cum inside of her. Rocket cursed loudly into her neck, overrun with sensation, emotion, and energy. It was as if they'd both been approaching this cliff all night, and the sensation of jumping off was more than emotionally comprehensive. Sale's body shook and shuddered, her claws sinking deeper into the mattress. Rocket's grip around her was strong, and she was nearly crushed as he came inside her.

Minutes passed where nothing else occurred but breathing. Then slowly, with great care, he slid his spent cock out of her. Sale collapsed onto the bed soon after, and Rocket followed suit. The two lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.

"Fuck..." She exhaled.

Rocket grunted in agreement.

The two were exhausted. Rocket leaned over, and picked up two pillows and a blanket off the ground, both which had fallen off as a result of their frantic fucking. He'd gently and carefully slipped one under Sale's head, and placed one down for him. Sale playfully took the blanket from him, and rolled over.

"Night," She said.

Rocket felt a grin grow across his face. He'd pulled the same blanket over his own body, as well, pressing up against her backside and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I'm the big spoon," He joked.

"I can feel your wet cock on my ass, dude."

Rocket chuckled, as he realized that he was, in fact, pressing his flaccid penis up against her. A few moments passed, and without thinking, Rocket brought his hands to her butt, feeling and kneading her plump ass. Then he realized something else. He became fully erect in a matter of seconds, and an idea came to mind.

"Round two?"

She laughed, a wicked smile finding its way on her face as well.

"I'm on top this time." Sale teased.

And so they fucked. Again, and again. The two found it incredibly hard to sleep within each other's proximity without losing control and having frantic, passionate sex. It was nearly morning when they'd climaxed for the fifth time, both gazing lovingly into each others eyes and exchanging wet, loving, tired kisses. Sale's eyes began to flutter, and Rocket's followed suit. They snuggled together, interlocking paws and sharing gentle kisses. She yawned before burying her head into his strong chest. Rocket comfortably rested his head atop hers, enjoying her fruity, musky, sweaty aroma.

They were both moments from falling asleep, before Rocket spoke up.

"Sale?"

Sale groaned.

"I just wanted to say..."

Rocket cleared his throat.

"I... I think I'm in love with you." Rocket said.

His voice cracked not only due to his severe exhaustion, but because of the sincerity of his words. He'd never been more sure of anything of his life, but as the words left his mouth, he started to doubt the timing of such an action. The fact that Sale remained silent further caused him to worry.

"Sale?" He asked.

She didn't answer, as she was asleep.

As soon as he'd noticed this, a wave a relief washed over him, and he let out a grateful sigh, gently chuckling at his luck. As Rocket felt consciousness begin to leave him, he had a level of happiness that he'd never had before. His heart beat stronger and with more purpose, As he gently stroked her fur, he couldn't help but stupidly grin in retrospect of the days events, and what they'd caused him to realize. Rocket was hopelessly in love.