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The sapphire vixen padded out of her bathroom, a red towel covering her torso and waist. The shower had seemed like a blessing, it had made her feel as if she was washing away the memories that Panther had so diligently tried to carve into her mind. And with a sickening thought she realized that he had, in more ways than one, succeeded.
She knew she would never forget everything he had done. The feeling of her throat being forced to accommodate Panther's relentless thrusts was one that would never leave her mind. Nor the sound of his voice as he pinned her against the bed and ran his hands and tongue all over her body, telling her that she was his and everything he planned on doing to her. The vixen suppressed a shiver and did her best to shove the thoughts out of her mind, instead she tried focus on the one who had saved her.
Now she couldn't help but smile as she remembered the flight home from Sargasso, sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck the whole way. They had barely talked but only because their lips were hardly ever apart. It was a flight she would never forget, and one she would love to take time and time again. The red towel hit the floor as she slid a black bra and panties over her. Looking even deeper into the drawer she found a white pair of jogging pants that were just long enough to cover her feet, accompanied by a black t-shirt that was just large enough to fit her.
The vixen reached down and rolled up the legs of the sweatpants before looking back up at herself in the mirror.
"I know you're beautiful. There isn't anything in the entire universe that comes close to how amazing you are."
The vulpine's words played over her mind once more causing her to blush. When she had first joined the team she had been extremely worried as to how they would react to her blue fur. Sure she was a fox, basically the same as him in every way, give or take a few body parts, but it was more than obvious that her blue fur was a feature that no one outside of Cerenia had ever witnessed. And after being invited to join his team the vixen was afraid that she would be singled out and cast off like some weirdo.
That had definitely not been the case. In the vulpine's eyes she was the center of attention. Countless times she had managed to listen in on his thoughts from across the room as he thought about the two of them together. If nothing else, she would have Fox. Her home planet, her family, her friends, they may all be gone but she still had someone she could run to. As long as he was still breathing she knew there was someone to protect her and hold her in a pair of strong, caring arms.
The vixen brushed one of her bangs out from in front of her eye, looking herself over, wanting to look as good for Fox as possible.
Lets see...he's...ah there. In the shower.
The smallest sting of disappointment pricked her heart as she realized she would have to wait a little while longer to fall into his arms. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what else she thought about, she could never stop thinking about everything that had happened to them in the past few days and how it was all because of her. Panther's entire plan was focused around her, it was her fault that her friends were hurt and that their Arwing's were out of commission. It was her fault that Fox had to risk his life to infiltrate the massive ship known as the Sargasso Space Station just to rescue her, an adventure that would've been called suicide at best.
And now, after everything was over done, all she felt like she had the strength to do was wrap her arms around her hero and fall asleep by his side. But she wanted to do so much more.
So, letting her ambitions get the best of her she padded across the room and entered the hallway, gently closing her door behind her in case anyone else was still awake. Without hesitating she turned the handle to the vulpine's room only to find it locked. Going on instinct rather than manners she closed her eyes for a split second, easily sliding the tumblers back on the lock with her mind before letting herself in.
There's something I have to do. After how close Panther came...I just have to try...
She managed to push her worries away as she entered his room, only thinking about seeing him once more. Whether it was fate or just perfect timing she turned to see the door to the vulpine's bathroom swing open, a half naked Fox McCloud backing out as he cast one last glance at the mirror above his sink. He turned and froze in his step, instantly tightening his grip on the towel around his waist as he locked eyes with the vixen.
(Switch POV)
Oh my god...she looks so amazing.
"Krystal you...
Without waiting another second she padded across the room, her eyes never leaving his as she wrapped her arms around the vulpine's neck and connected their lips in an amazingly passionate kiss. The shock and surprise slowly faded from his eyes as he lowered his arms around her waist and pulled her body tight against his own, returning the kiss with everything he had. Neither of the foxes could accurately explain what was coming over them, but it didn't matter anymore. As the two held each other tight and explored the others mouth...simply nothing else mattered.
After what seemed like minutes the vixen finally pulled away, gently biting his lower lip before resting her head on his shoulder.
"I missed you," she murmured, running a paw down his chest.
"After thirty minutes?" he asked with a grin.
"It felt like forever."
He kissed the vixen's forehead, gently stroking her back with his left hand. She was his. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. This fox, this beautiful, amazing, kind, intelligent, caring, strong, vixen...she was his. And as he held her in his arms he knew that he would see death before he let anything come between them.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, still holding her against him. "I'll never understand how someone like you ended up with someone like me."
"Yeah I know," she replied, her muzzle resting under his chin, "We both know you're too good for me."
"Feh. Yeah right."
"I'm serious...
"So am I."
She looked up at him, slightly shaking her head, "You don't realize how many other girls would kill to have a guy like you do you?"
"I guess not." he replied, with a grin, "But I guarantee that not a single one of them even comes close to how amazing you are."
The vixen blushed, causing him to do the same before leaning in and closing the gap between them, connecting their lips in yet another passion filled kiss.
"So..." she whispered, pulling away only slightly, "What happens next?"
He smirked before letting his tongue think for itself, lashing out and giving her a quick lick on the nose, causing her to laugh and connect their mouths yet again.
"Whatever you want," he muttered, easing out of the kiss just enough to speak.
"I don't want to leave your side," she replied, "I just want to stay with you forever."
This has to be the best night of my life. Why cant everything just be as easy as this?
He let out a sigh and stepped back, holding the vixen at an arms length. Everything about her screamed beautiful. She was the most amazing fox in the entire universe and he'd fight anyone who said otherwise. She honestly deserved a life of royalty; being treated like a god simply because she was as beautiful as one. But instead she was here, with him. On a patched up ship, with a ragtag group of mercenaries who put their lives on the line every time they took off.
What the hell she saw in him he had no idea, but he was more than grateful for whatever it was.
"You know yesterday telling you I loved you was all I could think about." he said, brushing away another lock of hair from her face, "But the funny thing is, even though I've done it it's still the only thing I can think about."
Before she could reply he held up his hand, turning and making his way over to his dresser where he rummaged through his piles of semi-stacked clothes and finally found some blue jogging pants, a white t-shirt, and some boxers. Quickly he stepped into the bathroom and slid on the lower half of his attire before stepping back out in front of the vixen.
Christ she is so damn beautiful.
For a moment or so they stared at each other, not knowing what move to make next but somehow content with just being able to see the other. They were only five feet apart but any distance farther than an arms length away must have been too much for her to bear and within seconds she was pressed up against him once more, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her lips against his.
What has gotten into her? I mean, I feel the same way, I want to do the same thing, but she's just so open about it. I figured after what Panther tried to do she'd be more willing to cuddle and take it one step at a time. NOT that I don't like this!
He returned the kiss, hoping that the vixen hadn't been reading his thoughts earlier. He was more than willing to do this with Krystal for the rest of the night, or the rest of his life to be honest, but the vulpine couldn't shake the feeling that she was pushing things a little fast considering all that had just happened. Just think about it. You see a boyfriend or husband comforting their mate minutes or even hours after they were raped. The last thing on their minds, especially hers, would be sex right?
With Krystal, judging by the pace she was going at, it seemed to be the exact opposite as she pulled Fox down on the bed, the vulpine easing his body on top of her own, still fighting against her tongue as it explored his mouth.
I'd be more than happy to be her first, but something just doesn't seem right. The timing or something. I don't know. But I'm not about to let her do something she doesn't want to, not after all that's happened.
He found out instantly he would need more that just sheer morals to get to the root of the vixen's motivation as he felt her paws make their way up his shirt, almost making him wonder why he even bothered putting it on. He took in the scene before him and tried to figure out why any sane being would want to stop it from playing out. Every piece of clothing that the vixen wore hugged her body's curves to the tightest stitch, and the look in her eyes, the feeling of her hands on his chest and her feet wrapped around his back almost shot every ounce of self control he still had right out the window.
Maybe she really does want to do this. She sure as hell acts like it.
Yet for some unknown reason the image of her, fur ruffled, hair messy, naked and scared as Panther had his way with her slipped into his mind. He realized, with a small sense of disappointment, that that vixen was still very much alive, and had merely been pushed to the side when Fox had stepped in. Of course he knew that Krystal was strong enough to get over it on her own. Being all but raped was a horrible experience, he imagined, especially as a virgin, but Krystal was stronger than any other fox he had ever met.
But still, he knew that this wasn't the time for what he had hoped. Even now, after looking deep enough, he could see the scars and memories of her encounter with Panther behind her emerald eyes. Any other female animal in the galaxy would have broken down in tears after an experience like the one Krystal had been through, yet she held it in, only concerned with Fox and how she could repay him, how she could show him how much she loved him.
Now isn't the time. I've got to think with my heart, not my penis. I don't care how strong she is, or how well she managed to play it off as nothing, she was hurt. And no matter how many times I beat the hell out of Panther it still wont heal the wounds he opened in her heart.
Letting out a sigh he pulled his lips away from hers, looking away as she turned her gaze up to him in curiosity.
"Fox...
"Krystal...I...I'm not sure how...
"It's okay Fox...
"No it's not." he replied with concern, "What he did...
"I want you to be my first. There's no point in waiting any longer."
He grinned, but it was one of those 'I have to disagree with you' grins. "Yes there is," he muttered.
"What...
"After everything that you've been through," he interrupted, trying to sound worried, "After all that has happened, especially in the fast few hours, I just think that maybe we need to talk about it."
Turning down free sex to talk. Grrrreat.
An somewhat annoyed look came across her face, "After all I've been through? What about you?" she asked, clenching a tuft of his fur in each paw, "Fox, you've been through so much hell just for me! All I want to do is let you know how grateful I am."
"I know that." he replied nervously, "But after what Panther did, the way you looked when I saw you...I'm just worried that you're forcing yourself to do this."
"Fox..." she whispered, unclenching his fur and running a paw up to his muzzle. "Listen to me."
He looked back down at her, still marveling at her beauty.
"I almost lost something to Panther, something that I had dreamed of giving to you every night before going to bed. And back there," she continued, gently jerking her head towards what represented Sargasso, "He was so close to turning that dream into a nightmare that I swore, if I could just be in your arms one more time...I wouldn't hesitate."
"Krystal...
"I will never forget what Panther put me through. But I also know that the only thing that will ever keep me from dwelling on it day after day is that you were the one who got me first."
"..."
"Fox I love you with everything I have. You are my hero, my savior, my knight in shining armor. I'd do anything for you just to make you happy, even if it's not having sex with you. But," she added with a small smile, "Every day you keep me waiting is another day Panther could try to kidnap me again. And I'd rather kill myself than have to live with the knowledge that Panther Caruso was my first lover, and not Fox McCloud."
Syllable by syllable the vixen's words sank in, and finally the vulpine managed to shake his head, looking down at the smiling vixen below him.
I completely read that problem the wrong way.
"So you're saying...you're saying that...
The vixen giggled and wrapped her paws around his neck, "I want you to," she pulled his head down until her lips were in his ear, "fuck me,"
I definitely read that problem the wrong way!
"Well," he replied, clearing his throat and leaning down on her, "If that's what you want."
Both of them allowed a small laugh to escape and the next thing he knew both of their shirts were on the floor beside the pairs of jogging pants, allowing each to admire their prize all but unclothed.
"You're sure about this?" he asked, placing an open hand on her stomach as he lay beside her.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she panted, pressing her body against him, allowing the heat and lust from them both to mix together in a passionate aroma.
"I love you," he whispered, resting his muzzle against hers and running his hands down her backside and under the elastic of her panties.
"Show me."
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