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Nick stood outside the bathroom door and waited for Judy to finish. Bringing a paw up, he rubbed it down his face and then pulled on his ear, as his mind was being pulled in several different directions. Last night's make-out-session had been great, but that was just a teaser for what happened in Judy's room just now. He'd never experienced these mind-numbing sensations and uncontrollable desires before. He thought he understood them after everything that had happened with his honeybun yesterday, but now he realized they were a pale comparison to how he was feeling right now. And it left him feeling torn.
A part of him was glad of the distraction (his instincts and rational side), but another part of him, his biology, was quite upset that Judy's bladder had interrupted their fun. Drowning in the smell, taste, and feel of his honeybun was the only thing on its mind. Furthermore, with what Judy was willing to do for him—the way she was willing to stand up for him and with him—was such a new concept to him, that it left him high with gratitude and appreciation for his sexy girlfriend. With these new happy, warm emotions flowing through him, he just wanted to give her the sun, the moon, and the stars—and barring that—then whatever piece of him his honeybun wanted.
But then again, they'd only been back together for 3 days, though, technically speaking, it was barely 48 hours. Their relationship was so new—not only were they a new couple, but this sort of relationship was a new experience for them both. And since they were both treading new waters, rushing the relationship wouldn't be good. And though time wasn't needed to strengthen their love, they still needed time to become familiar with each other and to get a handle on their newfound feelings.
But with Judy's intoxicating scent clouding his mind and her delicious taste on his tongue and her warm touch under his paws—he was finding it difficult to resist his honeybun's delectable charms. Which was so out of character for him. He was always in control—or was—but with Judy . . . with Judy he found himself struggling with his desires as much as she was. After two decades of ignoring his predatory instincts to claim a mate, he found them waking up with a vengeance.
Pinning Judy to the bed and tasting every inch of her mouth-watering body while running his claws through her soft, velvety fur as she moaned in pleasure beneath him was an impulse he'd never felt with anyone else, but one in which he now found very difficult to ignore.
But Judy was a rabbit, a bunny, not a vixen. She didn't have thick fur or tough skin. Judy's fur was soft and short while her skin was delicate. He'd have to be extra careful with his teeth and claws when exploring her body. And then there was the whole size difference between them. Would they even fit together? Pulling on his ear again as his tail twitched with sudden tension at the thought of possibly hurting his honeybun, Nick knew he would need to go extra slow with Judy and make sure she had plenty of time to . . . marinate before—Nick licked his chops—he devoured her.
But he was probably just overthinking things again. He was pretty sure Judy wasn't quite ready for him to eat all of her. Nibbling—yes. Snacking—most definitely. Intense make-out session—nothing less would satisfy her. But to let him actually take everything from her . . . ? He wasn't so sure. Judy was impulsive, but she wasn't that impulsive, was she? Nick shook his head in frustration. Even if she was ready—was he? Setting his impulsive biology aside (which seemed to have set up a permanent residence in the gutter after flipping Judy on the deck yesterday afternoon), Nick had always imagined his first time would be on his wedding night. And he still wanted that. Judy wasn't some bimbo to satisfy his lust on, nor an object he wanted to use for his own personal pleasure. When he claimed her, he wanted nothing left to chance—no loopholes for someone to come up and say they couldn't be together. Although there were no laws against inter-species relationships (those had been done away with decades ago), a pred-prey couple was a huge shift from the normal inter-species relationship, and he wanted a legal leg to stand on when the media (heaven forbid) finally found out about them. He wanted to honestly say that Judy legally belonged to him, and he to her, and that this wasn't some curiosity-fueled fling they were having that they'd soon get over and move on from.
Being married to Judy would also give more weight to their relationship when her parents found out about them—especially her dad. Thinking about Stu's reaction to finding out he was putting his sharp teeth and claws all over his head-strong daughter was just as bad as imagining her 100+ brothers finding out he was snacking on their sister. He knew it wouldn't end well when the specist side of Judy's family found out about them. Just thinking about the trouble it might cause made him seriously reconsider his trip to Bunnyburrow. Postponing it indefinitely would probably be the smartest thing to do right now. Or at least until he earned his badge. Then they wouldn't be attacking a fox, but an officer. Having a badge would carry more weight and maybe make them think twice about attacking him.
Flicking his ear while listening to Judy in the bathroom, he tried to get his head out of the gutter, but found it difficult as Judy's bladder had been screaming so loudly that she'd asked him to pull her shorts (and everything under them) down before she peed herself. And although her workout shirt was long enough to cover the essentials (barely), it left little to the imagination. Her much stronger scent didn't help, either.
Rubbing the heels of his palms over his eyes, he tried to blot out the images he now had of his very sexy girlfriend. Dropping his paws while leaning his head against the wall, he figured he might be the one who needed the suppressants first. Hearing Judy's loud sigh of relief in the other room brought a chuckle to him. Seeing this as a chance to shift his mental focus, he angled his head towards the bathroom door and said, "You know, Carrots, when I walked into your room earlier, I was intending to suggest a bathroom break, but then you went and distracted me—again!"
Judy chuckled from the bathroom and then asked, "Hmm, so the handsome fox finds this innocent, little rabbit distracting?" She was still trying to get her head wrapped around how good it felt to have Nick pin her to the bed. And then the way he teased her with his claws, teeth, and tongue—that was something not even her sisters could brag about. Then again, how could they when their only experience involved weak bucks with short claws, flat teeth, and a tiny tongue who lacked the predatory instinct to eat their prey.
Nick scoffed. "Innocent!? Hah!" With a mischievous laugh, he added, "What part of that in your room was innocent?" Judy claimed his claws were criminal, but her paws were devastating in their ability to arouse him and his predatory need to claim her.
"What!? You were the one leading!" Until this moment, Judy never realized how good being prey and a rabbit could be—not until Nick showed her. Growing up, she didn't think much about it, but once she attended college and started socializing with a larger mix of mammals, she saw the huge discrepancy between the smaller prey (rabbits making up a large pool of them) and some of the larger mammals, many of whom were predators. Especially when it came to sports or physical activities. She always had to push herself three or four times as hard as her predatory colleagues. And even when it came to book work (which she excelled at), many of her teachers overlooked her in favor of her larger prey and predator classmates. They always seemed to have an edge over her. Attending the ZPA made the gap look like the Grand Canyon—but she didn't quit and proved to everyone what a rabbit was capable of.
But now, with Nick, there was no gap. There was nothing she had to prove to him. He knew she was capable and loved her for the bunny she was. And for the first time in her life, she realized how exciting being prey and a rabbit could be. Nick was a strong, confident predator—a very dominant predator—and yet she never felt lesser for it. Even when he had her flat on her back while nibbling on her neck as a midafternoon snack, she never felt helpless or weak. Strangely enough, she felt empowered by it—because she knew that everything Nick did was geared to please her (and boy, did he ever) and if at anytime she decided to quit, he'd stop without question. Not that she'd ever ask him to . . . Well, maybe if he was trying to make them late for work, she would.
Nick chuckled again. Judy sounded outraged, but he could hear the playful teasing in her tone. With his muzzle curving up into a wide grin of his own, he replied back, "You started it."
"How did I start it? I just gave you a few soft kisses. You were the one who flipped me over and began kissing me senseless!" With a deep breath as she remembered how good Nick's teeth and tongue felt on her neck and the way his claws caressed her skin, she added in a breathless whisper, "And other things . . ." Judy rubbed her paws down her face as her body began feeling tingly again. "You're criminal, Nick. Nothing should feel as good as your paws, claws, teeth, or tongue." With a warm shiver, she added, "So how did I start it?"
Nick chuckled again, but then got serious. "It wasn't so much what you did . . ." Pulling on his ear again, Nick murmured, "It's more of what you said."
Judy finished her business and wrangled her shorts back up and felt immensely grateful Nick had been willing to help her get them off just a few minutes ago. Flushing the toilet and hobbling to the sink to wash her paws, she asked, "What do you mean?"
Hearing Judy at the sink, Nick slipped back through the door and picked her up so she could reach better. "I need to build you a step that runs the length of the sink, so you don't have to stand on tip toes to reach everything." Although he had stools she could use, they were a bit high, and with her injury, it made them difficult for her to use.
Judy hmm in agreement, but then said, "Answer the question, Nick. What do you mean?"
Nick sighed heavily and pulled Judy more closely against his chest as he met her gaze in the mirror. With another heavy sigh, he asked, "Are you finished?"
Judy dried her paws on the towel hanging by the sink and nodded. Nick turned and carried her (feet still dangling in front of him and her cute, cottony tail twitching lightly against his stomach) back to her room and climbed up on the bed. Sitting up against the headboard, he crossed his legs and planted Judy in the middle of them, then wrapped her up in his tail, which she immediately snuggled into.
Taking a deep breath, Nick dropped his head against the headboard as he stared across the room. "I'm a fox, as I'm sure you're well aware of by now."
Judy hummed again and murmured (while still snuggling his tail), "Yes, I have noticed your foxiness a time or two."
Nick chuckled lightly, then continued. "Judy, what you've done for me, what you are doing for me, and the things you've promised to do—those things just don't happen to foxes. Especially by prey mammals." Judy sat silently thinking and Nick explained, "That's not to say foxes can't have strong friendships with other species. I consider Willie a very good friend and I know he would stick his neck out for me if I needed his help. And Judge Princeton is a stately elk and one of Zootopia's top judges, and I know he'd help me any way he can."
Lifting his paw, he slipped it under Judy's chin and gently turned her head around to look up at him. With a warm smile, he said, "But I've known them for years and have worked with them closely. They know me and I know them, but you—I've only known you for 3 short months, and yet you've become such an integral part of my life." Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he added, "Even though you were a specist jerk when we first met, which made me want to be one in return, once you realized what you were doing and how you were acting, you changed Judy. You did a 180-degree turn, and then you came back and apologized to me. Really apologized. You have no idea how much that means to me."
Booping her nose lightly with his own, he continued, "Unlike every other mammal who has apologized to me, you didn't make any excuses for yourself. You came back to me with no pretensions and no expectation that I'd forgive you. You needed my help, but afterward you were willing to cut me loose if that's what I wanted."
With a warm smile, he softly pressed his lips to hers, then drew back slightly to continue. "And afterwards, when I was sharing my life with you, you never once questioned the validity of my words. You took everything I said as truth." Rubbing his nose against hers, he said, "Coming from a fox who has been repeatedly treated as untrustworthy and called a liar in various forms by so many, Chief Bogo being a prime example, you have no idea what your trust does to me, what your belief in me means. And now you tell me that you're willing to not only stand beside me should anyone try to harm me, but also use your badge to protect me." He rubbed his nose back and forth across hers as he shook his head. "Judy, you're amazing. There are no words to describe what you mean to me or how much I appreciate you."
There were tears shimmering in Judy's beautiful amethyst eyes by now, and as one tear slipped from them, Nick flicked his tongue out to lick it up, and then the one that followed after it.
Taking a deep breath, Judy turned around in Nick's lap and hugged him tightly as she buried her face in his thick chest ruff. "You're overlooking everything you've done for me, Slick, and all the promises you've made to me." Pulling back enough to look at him, she continued, "Besides standing up to Bogo and helping me prove I was a real cop, you—" Judy paused as she searched for the right words. "You see me, Nick. You see me and you like what you see. You never try to change me or ask me to be someone I'm not."
Judy caressed his muzzle and gave him a warm smile, even as Nick's ears folded back and he said, "Judy, I fell in love with you because you're you. I wouldn't like you half as much if you were anyone else."
Judy giggled happily, saying, "And that's my point. I can be myself around you and I never have to hide how I'm feeling." Tilting her head slightly, she added, "Or pretend I'm enjoying something when I'm not just so I fit in." It didn't happen often, but she had occasionally gone out to parties with her siblings or some of her colleagues back in college—parties she regretted going to after she got there, but stuck it out so she didn't have to spend the weekend alone again.
Nick's ears (which had perked back up) disappeared behind his head again. "Judy, my love, don't you ever—and I mean ever—pretend you're enjoying something with me when you're not. No matter who suggested the idea or how much I might be enjoying it myself—if you decide it's not your cup of tea, tell me and we'll do something we can both enjoy. Got it?"
Judy pressed her lips gently to his, and then deepened the kiss as their tongues slow danced together, but she didn't let herself get carried away. There was one more thing she wanted to mention and one last thing to discuss before they got sidetracked—again. Pulling back, she smiled, saying, "Got it." Nick grinned back at her and she slid her paws down and started drawing sensual patterns into his chest and belly fur. Meeting his slightly predatory gaze (she knew her scent right now must be driving him crazy), she continued, "And you know the other thing that has me loving you so much?"
Nick shook his head, even as he slipped his paws under her workout shirt and returned the favor by running his claws lightly through the fur of her back.
Judy shivered under the touch of his criminal paws, and then answered, "Your willingness to fight beside me. Even knowing how strong I am and knowing I can handle myself, you still fought alongside me. I didn't have to fight alone."
Nick's ears drooped and his fingers froze on her back. "You're talking about bucko, aren't you?"
Judy nodded, then bit her lip briefly before saying, "You think he might rape me, right? That's why you were asking about rape statistics in Bunnyburrow."
Nick sighed, then pulled his paws out from under Judy's shirt to rub his face. Slipping his paws back around her waist, he answered, "I think he'll try several things to get you in his bed, but if the legal means don't pan out—"
"Which they won't," Judy stated hotly. Just the thought of being in anyone's bed but Nick's utterly disgusted her. She didn't want anyone touching her but him.
Nick grinned and nodded, then continued, "I think rape will be a last resort for him, but since there's nothing he could do to induce you to accept him, then yes, I think rape is a very strong possibility." Frowning at the thought, Nick added, "If he's smart, he'll give up once he realizes it's you and not just another bunny who looks like you."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Nick cocked his head and said, "Fluff, your picture was all over the news 3 months ago, and then on and off for the following months when you were shown trying to break up all the protests happening in Savannah Central." Lifting a paw to caress her cheek again, he continued, "The only reason a buck of his obvious wealth and consequence wouldn't recognize you last night was because he thinks you're as stuck up and specist as he is, especially after watching your little press conference, so he probably figures you wouldn't be caught dead with a couple of filthy pelts as he repeatedly called me and Finn."
Judy nodded as the buck's actions from last night finally made sense. "So that's why he came onto me so strongly." Lifting her paws from Nick's chest she rubbed them over her face. "As you said, he probably noticed the resemblance and thought he could fulfill some sick fantasy of being with the first rabbit officer of the ZPD if he took me home." Dropping her paws as they curled into fists, she cried, "Gah! How could anyone think I'd fall for such a disgusting excuse for a mammal!"
Nick laughed at her apt description of bucko, even as he slid his paws up and down her sides again. With a wicked grin, he said, "I'd love to be a fly on the wall when he finally figures out that you are you."
Judy chuckled softly, but then sobered up, saying, "But if he knows I'm a cop, he has to give up, right? There's no way I wouldn't report being raped and abused. He'd just ruin his life by taking me—and that's provided I don't beat him to a bloody pulp first!"
Nick's ears flattened against his head and a low, almost inaudible growl vibrated from his chest. "Judy, if he resorts to rape, you wouldn't be in a position to fight back by the time he put his paws on you." Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against his chest, Nick rested his muzzle between her ears and explained, "With someone of his means and consequences, he'll plan out your abduction and send his lackeys in to incapacitate you. Drugs in your coffee, sneaking up on you at night and grabbing you from the shadows with a chloroform filled rag to your nose, pretending someone was getting mugged in a back alley and when you rush in to save the day, you'll be rewarded by a brick or lead pipe to the back of the head, or maybe a tranquilizer dart in your back while you're jogging through the park early one morning." With a shiver, Nick nuzzled her head, then added, "And once he's had his fun, he'll need to get rid of the evidence. Like you said, sending you home after such abuse would only ruin him."
Judy shuddered at the bleak outlook. With a soft whisper, she asked, "Do you think he'll kill me, then?"
Nick didn't immediately answer. Finally, he whispered, "I don't think he'd resort to killing you, though that might be the lesser of the two evils."
Judy's brows scrunched up and she pushed away from his chest. Looking at his haunted eyes, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"Judy, there are worse things in this city than death. And being sold into a sleezy brothel or to some heartless pimp as his newest sex slave is about as horrifying as I can think of."
Judy's jaw dropped and then she shivered in horror and revulsion. "You . . . you think . . . he'd . . . he'd actually . . . sell me . . . as a . . . a sex slave?" There were no words to describe the sick nightmare he was describing or the way her insides twisted and threatened to heave at the idea.
Nick met her horrified gaze for several heartbeats, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Opening them again, he said, "This is the worst-case scenario, and hopefully he'll have enough sense to leave you alone, especially once he figures out who you are." Pausing, Nick cupped her cheek and rested his black nose against her twitching pink one. "But I'm not going to risk your safety and sanity on him having common sense. You're too important to me." Meeting her troubled gaze with a firm one of his own, he added, "We hope for the best, but plan for the worst—then we're not caught unaware and unprepared."
Judy sighed, then mumbled, "And you're sure he's that bent on having me?" She couldn't forget the lust in the jackrabbit's eyes last night, nor his insistence that she didn't know who she was rejecting.
With a shudder, Nick explained, "He already wanted you, Carrots, and it was obvious from his reaction that he wasn't used to rejection. As you pointed out, females are just a form of amusement for him and meeting a doe as strong and fiery as you are—you're not someone he would meet very often, nor someone he'd let slip through his fingers . . ." Nick shook his head as a growl entered his voice. "He was already imagining you in his bed, and then when you pushed him off you and caused him pain—the lust in his eyes turned dark and possessive." Rubbing her cheek, he added, "You set yourself up as the ultimate conquest,"—Nick's voice turned possessive himself as he growled—"a victory I have absolutely no intention of letting him win." Showing off his canines while thinking of the bastard buck putting his filthy paws all over his honeybun, Nick added, "You're mine. Mine to have. Mine to hold. Mine to protect."
Judy sat still in his arms at his predatory show of possession. Seeing that hungry, possessive look in his eyes, the show of his sinfully wonderful teeth, and then that mind-numbing, intoxicating territorial growl of his had Judy's heartrate racing and that tingly feeling running through her whole body again. In this moment, Nick was the hottest, sexiest male she'd ever seen or heard. And she wanted him. All of him. After imagining the bleak future bucko might want to give her, she couldn't think of anything better than experiencing Nick's touch. To truly become his. And with the high levels of hormones running through her system (levels she still wasn't used to dealing with), Judy didn't see a reason not to.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Judy threw herself at her vulpine boyfriend and kissed him hungrily. Nick didn't disappoint her as he returned the kiss just as hungrily. He couldn't stand the thought of anyone running their filthy paws all over her hot body, of stealing her kisses, or hurting her in any way. She was HIS. Slipping his paws under her shirt, he massaged the scent from his paw glands into her fur, even as he broke the kiss to begin assaulting her chin, jaws, and neck with small licks and nips. Judy shuddered and moaned against him, and he growled possessively as her small paws dug into the fur around his ears and pulled him closer.
As Nick's much stronger musk (which her fur was now coated with) hit her nose, Judy felt like she might pass out from the intoxicating, heady aroma that had her blood running hot and her body tingling with desire. She was a hot mess and couldn't care less. After the horrifying discussion about the jerk from last night attempting to rape her and so much worse, she wanted nothing more than to drown herself in Nick. To be so far gone in him that nothing else mattered. And with his paws on her back, his scent in her nose, and his teeth and tongue on her throat—he was doing a pretty good job of making her forget about everything but him. The fact that she could feel him stirring below as she sat in his lap also helped.
As he continued to run his claws under her tight shirt and across her back, Judy groaned out, "For the love of parsley, Nick, just take my shirt off already."
Nick froze as he was nipping the hollow at the base of her throat. Raising his head slowly, he perked his ears and licked his muzzle while meeting her excited gaze. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
Judy understood what he was really asking as she met his burning emeralds that had darkened so much with desire that some of the green flecks looked almost black. With a smile, she nodded to his unspoken question: Did she really want—was she ready—for everything that would follow afterwards? Sliding her paws down his neck and across his chest, she explained, "Nick, all I am already belongs to you. As much of me as you want is free for the taking."
Nick growled almost savagely at her offer. He wanted to accept. Oh, how he wanted it. But he was still torn. His biology was screaming to take her, to make her his and smother her in his scent so thickly that no other male would even think of touching her. His instincts, on the other paw, were screaming at him that they were moving too fast and that they still needed TIME.
Seeing the indecision in his hungry gaze, Judy dug her paws into his thick ruff and ran them down his chest, saying, "You are the only male allowed to see me." She ran her paw back up and then halfway down his belly, adding, "You are the only male allowed to touch me." She raked her fingers back up his thick fur to his rib cage, and then down his belly, saying, "You are the only male allowed to taste me." She ended with her fingers clenching the fur just above his shorts, which she was happy to see (and feel), were no longer flat.
As Nick remained frozen, with only his thumbs making small circles in her fur, Judy scratched the creamy fur above his shorts, which brought a whine from her fox that was somewhere between pain and pleasure, and then she leaned over to run her nose along his cheek, before whispering in his ear, "I am yours, Nick, and you are mine." With her warm breath caressing his ear, she added, "I want to see, feel, and taste all of you in return." With a final push at his self-control, she nipped his ear, then suckled it for several delirious seconds that had Nick sucking in a hard breath.
And there was Judy with her wrecking ball, completely obliterating his defenses. With a savage growl as he felt the last shred of his self-control crumble (and his own need throbbing), Nick whispered hotly, "You are evil. Pure evil." Judy simply laughed, but he cut her off by pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor.
WingedKatt again. Don't curse me too badly for this evil cliffhanger. The next chapter will be well worth the wait, I promise.
Thanks to BearlyThereUpstairs from AO3 for proofing this chapter. He helped a lot.
Chapter 47: Our Little Secret, will post next Saturday, Jan. 18. As always, if you have any thoughts or questions, let me know.
PS. To my wonderful reader, Robert Brown, I would reply to your comments but you have your PM (private messaging) turned off, but if you PM me, I should be able to respond to your comments.
