Chapter Forty-Five
Swelling Momentum
The beaming sun glowed as midday approached. Its golden rays shone down upon the hot earth with a warm buzz, which gladdened the heart and made the world look all that a little bit more glossy and healthy. A thin wind had stirred in the previously breathless air, bringing with it a subtle relief to the stifling warmth of before. The joy of the sun — no longer intense and offensive — now joisted down more softly, shining off the black-tainted glass of a small ZPD cruiser as it was driven through the city streets. That joy was managing of reaching the driver within: a red fox.
The sun reflected coolly off the fox's black, aviator sunglasses, drawing a bright and mischievous gleam to his stylishly, sleek shades. His small, lazy smile was brought up clearly in the light with the features of his handsome face cleanly and crisply defined. His blue ZPD uniform looked fresh and tidy like the blue sky above, neatly pressed and creaseless. Its cut fitted the fox faultlessly and displayed remarkably the wideness of his shoulders. He did not have a particularly muscular body by any means, but the simple way, in which he wore his shirt and how the sun seemed to brighten everything positive about him, made him appear just that little bit more masculine than normal.
The tips of his obsidian claws glinted in the daylight as he drove, polished and sparkling like fine diamonds. His auburn, almost black paws were large, yet delicate, and seemed to be holding the steering wheel softly, like one would hold a lover inside the rough, yet tender, pads of their paws. The red fox had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows in reaction to the incandescence, revealing yet more of that fine, russet fur which in this sunshine shone and glowed like firelight, capturing and mesmerizing the eye, captivating the interest of anyone who might have had the fortune of looking upon him.
His tie had been loosened roguishly and the top few of his buttons were undone, revealing just a little more of that creamy fur on his chest which led down from his muzzle. A creamy fur which was thicker and far softer then the russet one, a kind of softness that'd make you want to burrow your head close beside him and just enjoy the sensation of feeling his fur. A creamy fur which Judy remembered being so blissfully warm against her own that night. A creamy fur which led all the way down to the base of his chest, where it tapered below like an arrow to the base of his belt, pointing and directing the eye further to the lump of meat in his trousers that she could clearly see in her mind's eye. The muscle she wished so desperately to feel thrusting deep inside her as she lain there on her back, her legs spread wide apart for her lover to enter and bringing her closer and closer with every frictionful plunge to the sweet release of org—
Judy swiftly shifted away and bit her lip as she tried to stop herself thinking endlessly about Nick and Nick's incredible body. She knew it was a losing battle: she had been thinking about him pretty much constantly since she realized her heat had started. Her mind turned to the windshield and, again, she tried to ignore the constant urge to mate with her partner. She was suffering, thus, forced herself to focus on nothing but the road in front. Beside her a predatory nose twitched when the slight tang filtered into the air.
Wilde licked his lips — partly in preparation to talk, partly as a natural reaction to the delectable essence roaming about — and opened his mouth to do so, purposefully pouring all the honey and syrup into his words that he could scavenge, "You okay there, Hopps?" he asked, his voice rich and smooth as the finest hot chocolate, oozing hotly into the ears and melting all Judy's other desires, but to mate with him, away.
"Oohhhh," the rabbit groaned, apparently barely noticing that the fox had spoken and merely reacting to the pure allure of his notes of tongue, hence, she slipped down lower into her seat, her expression slackening as all the bottled-up desires multiplied, in return, at least tenfold. "Fluffing heat," she muttered.
"I'm really that attractive that you can't even keep your paws off me for five minutes?" Nick teased.
Judy brought a paw up and rubbed her forehead. "Nick, if you were suffering as much as I was right now, you wouldn't be teasing. You'd be begging me to let you fu—"
"Oh I doubt that, Hopps," he cut in, "I think you'll find I have way more self-control than you do. I'm not even thinking about what it'd be like to take you down," he continued, his voice becoming lower, "to press you flat against the bed beneath me, to strip you of you—"
"Nick," she warned breathlessly. "For five minutes, could you not be yourself?"
He grinned. "After all," he added smugly without taking her words into consideration, "I'm not the one in heat at the moment."
"I know that," Judy huffed, "and that's why I'm asking you to stop—"
"Just think, Carrots," Nick whispered as he drove, "just imagine it: you and I will be alone with each other tonight. You'll want me inside you like nothing you've wanted before, and yet the most we can do with each other is a bit of touchy-feeley."
"Oh, don't remind me of my parents—"
"Now just picture for a second what'd happen if we forget about your parents, and just let what happens... happen." The car fell silent. Nick glanced across to Judy with a satisfied smile at the result of his words, and he saw the rabbit with her head buried in her paws, her legs crossed tightly together as though trying to hold her arousal within her, the muscles in her thighs and arms tense with the restrained energy-infinite. "Just imagine," Nick breathed with another whisper in the intoxicating air, "what it would be like to—"
"Nick, please," she yelled, suddenly, "I am so close to losing my control right now! Your jokes have got to stop."
"Losing your control? What happens if you lose your control?"
"I'm sure you can guess," she shouted as she shoved the fox in the ribs.
"No, go on, Hopps. What happens?"
"I don't know, Nick. But I'll only do something I'd regret."
"You're saying that you would regret it if we mated?" Nick asked with a new edge of flatness to his tone.
Judy was stunned into silence for all but a second, and then she groaned as she ground her teeth together. "Walked into that one, didn't I?" she grumbled before continuing, "Nick, you know that wasn't at all what I meant."
"So what are you saying," he pressed on, the slightest of teasing qualities re-entering his voice, "that you would like to mate with me? Is that it?"
"Nick, I am not giving you the satisfaction of hearing that. And I thought I told you to stop teasing!"
"Who says I'm teasing?"
"What? Of course it is! This is all just a big joke to you, isn't it?"
Wilde allowed his demeanor to shift into that of offense. "And what is it I'm supposed to be finding funny?"
"— What?"
"You said this is a joke to me," he firmly quoted her own words. "That means you must think I'm finding some part of what's going on hilarious."
"You say that," Hopps snapped, though doubt starting to cross her mind, "but I know you're laughing on the inside."
"And why would that be?" he asked in a tersely scowl that was starting to chisel upon Judy's confidence on the matter.
"Because you always enjoy teasing me!" Judy shot, shouting again, "our whole relationship is built on teasing each other. We will take advantages of one another's weakness for the sake of a few laughs. And I bet you can't think of anything funnier than watching me fall apart in a miasma of heat and sexual frustration."
Nick didn't respond for a while. "So what about the question I asked before, about what'd happen if you'd lose control?"
The rabbit glowered at him with lots of stubbornness. She folded her arms, looked out of the car and tutted resolutely, "Fine… if I lose control entirely, I'll be begging you to take me to your bed, okay?" Wilde blinked, facing the road and saying nothing, yet fully taking it all in. "And every single little joke and comment you're making is bringing me closer and closer to that point. And I know that's what you're trying to do," she shouted in a perfect example of how heat caused mood swings. "I know you only keep teasing me about for the sole purpose of trying to make me lose that control. If I lose that control, I'll be begging for you to have me, and I know that's what you want to hear," she added, bitterly, "just for the pleasure of being able to smugly remind me of the agreement we made to follow my parents' wishes."
"Okay, Judy... okay," Nick apologized and tried to find a way around his next step. "So, I admit, I was aware there was a limit to how much control you had over your desires. And that if I kept pushing you, you'd eventually lose that control."
"Hah!"
"But... let me ask you something. You think I only want that so I can tease you about it? So that I can laugh at you for losing your control before I did?"
"Yes!" she shot.
Wilde allowed the car to decelerate to a stop before a set of traffic lights. He shuffled closer; his voice was soft as he spoke, but also, Judy noticed the subtle strain within. "And what if that assumption isn't the case?" Judy stared at him with fluster, while his expression didn't even twitch. "And," he continued slowly, "what if... it actually turned out I'd lost my self-control before you did?"
Hopps blinked at him again with an array of emotions that slowly played out across her face, mixing from surprise, anger, puzzlement, hope and, finally, pure and simple fatigue. Her body slumped in front of the observing fox. If he had seen that look from her at any other time, he would have assumed it was either a sunstroke or concussion. The truth of what it was — and the fact that he was the sole cause — only goaded the fox to carry on. "Nick, I... I don't know what any of that meant," she muttered with a sort of slur, "but, I can't do this anymore."
A hot streak of blind panic lunged at the fox's back, his mind screaming that she was referring to the relationship and that she was going to dump him. "W— what," he stuttered without steadiness as he tried to convince himself it must've been something else. "You... you mean the raid tonight?"
"No, Nick, not the raid."
"Then... th— then what?" The fox watched out of the corner of his eye as the rabbit pushed herself back into her seat, a single paw slipping down towards her lap. For an instant, Wilde thought she was about to slip her paw beneath the cloth, as it were, and start touching herself right in front of him. But then her paw pushed further down and dug into her leg where it became a fist of pent-up frustration and desire.
She spoke again, her voice oddly hoarse, "As I said," she managed through grit teeth, "a lot of what you said just then didn't make a lot of sense. Were you saying that you were just teasing me, or that you actually do want to mate with me? I can't tell. Are you saying you've lost your control too, or that you think I have? And, most importantly," she added with no small amount of emphasis, turning her head to face him with the obviousness of weakness, "are you still saying we should still stick to what my parents teach?"
The fox steadily put the car back into motion as the lights changed green before them, allowing the lingering deafness to fester clean. He used his apparent busyness with driving as an excuse not to talk, while he fought through the thick, emotional desires to find the right words to say — fearing that allowing himself to submit to those desires and saying the first thing that'd come to mind would cause him to lose control over the situation completely. Eventually, he took in a long breath of the cool, air-conditioned air. "What do you want?" he simply asked.
Judy wondered with an expression of softness and sadness within the same spectrums. "Honestly? What I want is this heat to end. What I want, is to forget all about all the things I want to do with you. But I can't. What I want, is to be able to stop thinking about sex for just thirty-fluffing-seconds. What I need is..." She shifted slowly towards him, openly gazing at the tall lump which had recently grown between the fox's legs. "Something different… entirely."
Wilde cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not surprised, to be honest. I mean, I know I told you earlier I don't know all that much about a rabbit's mating season, but that's not the case. Over the past year I've done, well... let's just say I've spent quite some time looking into those matters. And I'm pretty confident I have some idea of the kind of drive you're resisting at the moment."
"Huh. Think holding back a freight train with a teaspoon," Judy contrasted with impatient indignation at herself.
Nick couldn't resist the chuckle of a chortle. "And with what you go through when you're in heat… even just a normal heat, I get that it makes things hard for you to control in that respect, but... But, this time, as well as all the other things your biology is trying to get you to do right now… you also have to be stuffed in a hot car with me hour after hour. And, as you said, it was my intention to try and break your self-control. I'm sorry for the way in which I tried to do that. But it was the only way I could think to get you to do it."
"Yeah, it's not—" Judy cut herself off. "Wait... get me to do what?"
"But, what I'm saying is, Judy, is that I get what you're going through. I get that it's hard to fight something, when it's what you want, so bad that it hurts. I get that you're finding it hard to resist doing what you want to do with me. I get that it's hard for you to stay true to you parents' wishes, and that you only have a finite amount of resolve to resist breaking those teachings. And if you're saying that your resolve has ran out, I understand, Hopps. Really, I do."
"But, you... it was your intention to break my resolve; you said so yourself, so why—"
"Most of the time, I'd try and consolidate you; I'd try to gently ease your mind away from going through with it for the sake of your parents and your relationship with them. Normally, I'd try and dissuade you, with whatever little slight of paw I'd need to use to get your mind off that subject, and get you thinking about something else—"
"Normally? And what about now; this time?"
"But do you know what, Fluff? Do you know what's stopping me from saying that?"
"What?"
"I've lost my resolve to."
The rabbit's confused expression cleared gradually. Her squinted eyebrows rose to bewilderment as her mind processed the meaning of the statement. She licked her lips. "You've lost your resolve too?"
The fox's expression was unusually grim, a hard frown set upon his muzzle. "Yeah. I mean, it had to happen sooner or later. There's only so many times I can refuse an open offer of sex. I'm only mammal. It takes a lot of strength to refuse what you've offered, knowingly or unknowingly… several times in the past couple of days." Nick drew in a long breath and slowly let it out of his mouth. "And I don't have the strength to resist it again. Not a single, time, more."
Judy hesitantly reached out a paw and touched it upon her partner's leg, finding herself oddly calm now that the words, she had been waiting for and dreading, had actually come to pass; calm in her demeanor and her self-assurance that this was the right thing to do. The rabbit stared at him, relentless, until he slowed the car at the next lights and turned to face her. Then a slack smirk grew on her glazed expression. "So, tonight is the night?" she asked with a new emotion that had taken the form of mild impatience.
Wilde didn't respond for a long time, trying to find the most emotionally neutral response he could think of due to fearing that allowing even a fraction of how he was feeling right now would result in a sudden fit of passionate lovemaking right there and then, followed by an almost immediate collision with the car in front
"Yes, Judy," he said at last, "tonight is, indeed, the night." The smirk grew to a grin and her resolve to resist the fox was all used up, her parents' wishes and teachings abandoned, all the frustration and anger was lifted from the rabbit's body and she was filled with trembling, giddy excitement. It dawned on her quickly that right now, having had made the giant step, there was no real reason to have followed those beliefs in the first place! Sex after marriage, it was such an old-fashioned outlook anyway.
"Hey, Nick! I've got something to tell you." Judy tried to keep her breaths level, even when her heart rate had accelerated exponentially within her. Her eyes traced down to her paw on Nick's thigh. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, as she slipped the unsteady paw upwards in softness, bringing it to press against the bulge between his legs, thus, embracing its warmth and hardening swell...
"I've been looking forwards to tonight for a very long time," she nervously divulged, for the aroused fox fiercely grinned at her. The swelling rose almost instantly and hardened-thick against her touch. For no other reason than she wanted to, the rabbit lifted her paw to the rim of Nick's trousers, where she flattened it and slipped it inside without a moment's delay.
Wilde gasped deeply in bemusement as her small fingers found their way around the length of his desire. His head fell back against the headrest with a thunk, while her soft and twitchy paw closed around his foxhood and squeezed it gently.
Judy's grin shifted to a state of intense and primal craving while the spongy flesh inflamed her paw's further curiosity. "And... by the feel of things... I'd say you have to."
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