[A/N] Due to popular demand here is a short piece with Cotton Candy (Kandice Cottonsworth). I had intended to write this last summer so it would have taken place near the end, or shortly after Loves Blind, my main wildehopps story. There is a lot of fluff and innuendo so consider yourselves warned!

Enjoy this extra bit of fluff, and Loves Bond chapter three will be out in 2 weeks.

Chapter 5 - Blue Burrito

The small café sat elegantly on the corner of Fifth and Olive. Stylish round tables filled the narrow plaza in neat rows with cute, flower filled bottles placed delicately in their centers. Hatch work chairs made of woven bamboo, carefully guarded each table like devout bodyguards. A thin hedge lined the seating area and held back most of the noise made by the downtown traffic. Small, bushy trees, and huge flowering shrubbery gave the café the impression of a well tended garden lounging in the center of this bustling city.

A middle aged bunny was seated at one of the tables for smaller mammals. Her fur was a light-tan color that many called creamy, but she had so much glitter around her head and muzzle that it made her fur appear as if it held a bright, pinkish shimmer.

She wore a light and fashionable pink blouse that seemed almost see-through. Her tasteful black skirt made her look thinner than she really was, while still showing off her wide hips and soft legs. The choice of tiny, cute charms that dangled from her ears was also an attempt at looking ten years younger.

Cotton Candy lifted an etched-crystal cup of tea with a well manicured paw and drew it towards her soft bunny lips. The dark tea had a rich, old world flavor that brought the rabbit images of ancient castles, knights in glittering uniforms and old, rickety motorcars.

Across the table from her sat a weasley little mammal named Martin Beech. His fur was almost entirely black except for a brown patch that began at the back of his neck and ran down to the top of his butt. A large white splotch covered his chest, neck and cheeks giving his muzzle an almost childish mien. That cute appearance, however, ended with his cold black eyes. They had no whites at all as far as she could tell, and gave her the shivers when they stared straight through her.

Draped across his lanky frame was an expensive business suit that seemed to have been made specifically for him. The jacket was a dark, coal black that fiercely demanded her attention, while the white silk underneath perfectly matched his own chest fur. Today he wore a checkered blue tie with intricate patterns that seemed to draw in her eyes. Overall, he was a very attractive mammal in a sly, predatory sort of way.

Sipping her exquisite tea, she watched the mustelid carefully devour his lunch. The sharp claws on the tips of his long black fingers grasped at the gourmet burrito, lifting it from the delicate crystal plate where it had been resting. A pair of tiny fangs sank into the soft yellow tortilla causing the spicy cream sauce to dribble forth.

A shiver climbed up the rabbit's spine at the memory of those very same fangs running through the fur of her neck. She had to carefully set the tea cup back onto the table or risk spilling some of it's precious contents.

Watching predators eat had always excited her. As a child, she had grown up fearing them. All her family and friends told her that every predator was nothing more than a blood thirsty, vicious beast that would devour her if she wasn't careful. Now that she was an adult she knew better, and the truth was far more thrilling than any of her childhood's campfire stories. There wasn't a single night where she didn't dream of being devoured by a handsome predator, over and over again.

Martin had come to the city on a business trip and had hired her as a plus one for some formal award ceremony and ball. The event was in honor of a high ranking member of his company or some such tripe. It was all quite elegant, and the food was divine, but her mind was not really into it and she barely remembered much.

As with most of her out-of-town customers, she had picked him up in her limo and drove to the ball where they had a lovely evening. She even found him charming enough to join him in his hotel room for a much more exciting night. Yet, no matter how exciting his long claws and sharp teeth felt on her bare fur, her heart and mind were lost on another.

She had never been interested in prey before, not since she practically fell on her knees and begged that badger to devour her almost half a lifetime ago. Yet, all of that changed when a young, rookie cop walked into her life a few months ago. Strong, bold and fierce, this new cop was also a prey mammal like herself. It was a rabbit!

Like a thundering avalanche, this rabbit cop marched into her life and stole her heart with those powerful arms and that predator glare. Cotton had often found mammals in uniform to be attractive, yet she had never seen a rabbit cop before. She would have never believed that one of her own species could act so predatory. That sight alone was like a cool sea breeze in her fur, it ruffled all her feathers in just the right ways, but it also lit a fire in her heart that could not be quenched.

For months now, this rabbit's strong gray fur and gorgeous purple eyes continued to fill her vision, day and night. It was like a bright desert flower that only bloomed once every thousand years and paled everything around it for miles. She could also not forget the rough taste of their lips as they shared a first kiss. The taste was like lightning to her soul and even the most expensive carrot cake in the city would not compare.

As Martin slowly devoured his lunch, a dreamy smile filled Cotton's muzzle. She did not see his fangs tear open the soft floury flesh, or how his tongue lapped at the hot juices that dripped from the burrito. No, her mind was too busy unwrapping her own little blue burrito.

The buttons on the rookie's dark blue uniform seem to come undone of their own volition as Cotton ran her paws through the cop's course grey fur in her mind. She imagined playing with the long ears as strong paws wrapped around her and pulled her down into dark sheets. Her own bucked teeth weren't as sharp as a predators but she still felt the same shiver when she chomped down on the crevice between the rabbit's neck and shoulder.

Dark, silk sheets billowed around the couple as she peeled the police uniform from her whimsical lover. Again and again she sank her teeth into the gray and white fur as she slowly devoured the innocent, young bunny cop until nothing was left except for those bright purple eyes.

She dreamed of teaching this rabbit all that she knew about being loved by a predator. All the places where it was safe to bite, and that one very special spot that made her entire body tingle. She envisioned explaining how, unlike prey, most predators seem to take an almost erotic delight in causing and receiving pain. And that she also found pleasure in their teeth and claws.

Cotton's days and nights were now filled with the thoughts of a mammal that she had never expected to lust after. Ironically, she was ensnared by dreams of holding onto a rabbit that she could never have. This cop, that she had fallen so hard over, was in love with another mammal. Her rabbit was in love with a fox.

She was happy for them, and wished them both the best. Yet this strange couple confused her. They were quite obviously in love. Their love was plain for everyone to see, yet they refused to admit their own feelings, even to each other. Which is why Cotton still held hope for stealing this cop away from her foxy friend.

"Ahem," a deep voice brought her back from her heated dreams.

Blinking over the rim of her tea cup, Cotton noticed that her date was watching her curiously. "Yes?" She asked warmly.

With a gentlemammally tone Martin asked her, "Are you certain you don't want anything? The food here is really quite delicious."

Shaking her head slowly, she replied with a pleasant giggle, "No, but thank you." She placed a finger against the side of his muzzle and scooped up a drop of the creamy sauce that had fallen there. Placing the end of her finger deep inside of her mouth, she licked the sauce from it's tip and added, "I'm still quite satisfied, Darling."

Downing the rest of her tea in one gulp, she stood in the chair and placed both paws on the table. In a forceful tone that demanded no argument she declared, "Now. If you have finished with lunch, we should get you back to the airport in time to catch your flight."

The well dressed marten pulled back the cuff of his jacket and looked at his gold trimmed watch, "Your right, we should hurry. Isn't the airport still on the other side of town."

Nodding, she held out her arm and led him back to her limo where it sat, parked around the corner from the café.

After the pair left arm in arm, the waiter quickly came by to clean off their tiny, round table. He barely noticed the name that was gently scratched into one of the napkins before he threw it into the nearby bin, "Judy."