"And that's the last of it," Nick grunted, setting down the final box, one that Judy had labeled as Nick's Random Junk. "Why is this one so heavy?"
The bunny smirked, looking up at him from where she stood in what would be the living room, once they unpacked everything. "You tell me - it's your junk."
"One bunny's junk is another fox's treasure," Nick said sagely (or at least, he tried to sound so - Judy just smiled even more at his tone).
"Oh really?" Judy grinned, shaking her head incredulously with her hands on her hips. "I didn't know a rubber band ball and a bunch of old Jerry Vole CD's were treasure!"
He smirked at her, shrugging. "You never know when you could use a good rubber band. And the CD's make for excellent paperweights."
"I guess that's true." The bunny laughed. "Then again…maybe you're just a dumb fox."
Nick didn't reply, settling instead for letting her win this round. While they did banter often, and she was the only person he knew who could keep up with him in that respect - hell, outdo him - he found he didn't need to always be on his toes, to have a snarky or sarcastic comment on the ready. With Judy, he could relax, be himself. It was a strange form of comfort he'd never known before.
His eyes scanned her over then, her in her pink button-up shirt, gray fur glowing softly in the sunlight that filtered through the big windows on the opposite wall, golden wedding band glowing even more so on her right paw.
Nick had spent so much time on his own, not homeless but not having a home either. But then he met Judy, and well…everything changed. They had their own home now, a small 2 bedroom, 1 bath flat. It was nothing fancy, but they were together, they were happy, and that was all that mattered. He knew they were still in the honeymoon phase, still high on the feeling of love and being in love, but Nick was content to just ride it out, let reality hold off for awhile.
She called out his name, and he straightened, snapping out of his reverie. "Sorry," he apologized, absentmindedly scratching the base of his muzzle. "So, uh, what should we unpack first?"
Judy hesitated for a brief moment before grinning and running over to him, practically tripping over the packing boxes on the floor. Nick registered this sudden movement just in time to catch her as she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her thighs around his waist. She pressed their noses together and gave hers a gentle twitch, cheeks pink and rosy.
"The bed," she whispered, biting on her lower lip shyly.
The fox felt himself flush as he turned to smirk at her. She was smiling at him through heavy lashes, paw gently dragging up and down his nape in a way that made him shiver. "Well, this is sudden, Officer Hopps," he said, loving the way she whined at his lack of immediate reply.
"I can't help it," Judy said in a low voice, almost purring now. "You looked all strong and…and tough carrying all those boxes. And your dumb cute face…I just…I got all hot and bothered."
"Yeah, you bunnies do tend to get that way, huh?"
She hit him playfully, but didn't pull away, still looking at him eagerly. "C'mon, Nick! Please?"
He smiled more, letting her win yet again (as he always did). "Fine, but if you keep looking at me like that Carrots, we won't make it to a bed," he said slyly, moving his paw to rest on her lower waist.
"Then forget the bed," Judy insisted, peeling away from him to clear a space on the floor. She turned to face him once more, pulling him close to her with a tug of his tie. "Let's do it! Right now!"
She was breathless, excited, all riled up. The way she bounced on the heels of feet, eyes sparkling, nose twitching - Nick almost had to laugh. She was adorable.
She was his.
"You're crazy, you know that?" he said, leaning in close to kiss her neck.
"And yet, you still married me, Mr. Wilde-Hopps," Judy giggled, undoing the top buttons on his shirt. "I hope you don't regret it."
He chuckled. "Not in a million years, Mrs. Wilde-Hopps."
