Jareth woke up and reached for her, finding himself alone. He sat up and found the note on her pillow – Sarah had gone to see Ludo in the west of the forest and would return after the midday meal. It was the change of seasons, so he knew it would be beautiful there right now.

Stretching, he mentally reviewed his day and found he could take it for himself. He knew he would be welcome to join Sarah but decided to flop back onto the bed instead with a contented sigh. He re-arranged some pillows absently.

That did not feel like enough. He got up and found some of their extra furs and spread them all out, moving everything around again, testing it by lying down here and there. Next came the cushions from their fireside chaise – that was better.

Standing over the bed with his hand over his mouth, he finally fetched his feather cloak and was smoothing it through a valley of blankets and pillows when suddenly he heard the door open. His head snapped up and his hands froze, realising what he was doing. Where the hell had the morning gone?

"You can really feel the weather warm in that part of the…" she closed the door and fell silent as she saw his caught-out expression and looked around him curiously to the bed. She smiled broadly at the scene in front of her.

"Well?" He said impatiently.

"Did you build us a nest?" She sounded amused. He nodded sharply.

"It's beautiful! I love it." He relaxed as she held out her arms, so he knew to catch her as she lunged at him and shifted into her fox form.

He placed her as the centrepiece carefully and joined her as an owl. She curled up contentedly and relaxed as he preened her all over her face and muzzle. It never ceased to amaze him how her instincts for what he wanted were so good.

He only stopped nuzzling her as dinner was delivered. She stretched her paws out and and when they were alone, they shifted back to fae form to eat and talk quietly, lolling against a different part of the pillows he had built up for that purpose.

"This is my second season here. Where's last year's nest?" She asked. Night had fallen now.

"In the forest." He admitted. She smiled and made him promise that they would visit soon. She thought for a moment and finally commented,

"But you don't take on all owl traits. You're not more active at night…" she shut her mouth and grinned at him.

"Active? Active?" Tra la la … she filled in mentally. She rolled over in clear invitation, looking up at him.

"I'm actively" he began, pouncing on her, "working on binding my Queen to me." He covered her body with his, supporting himself on his elbows so he could look her in the face. She adored it when he got all possessive and he loved the excitement in her green eyes.

"I made you a nest. I provide food. I preened you." He lowered his head to kiss slowly down her neck. "I'll show you how active I can be tonight." He pulled himself up to rub his whole body against hers.

She arched into him and wound her legs around his hips, snaking her arms around his shoulders to bury her hands in his hair. He thrust against her as she pulled his head back and rocked her hips against him, so she could turn him over and straddle him. This really was an excellent love nest, accommodating the change in positions comfortably. His hands wasted no time in cupping and shaping her breasts, thumbs rolling over her nipples. She felt a rush of wetness.

"Sounds like such hard work," she breathed. "How can I show my gratitude?" She rolled her hips and slid her wet folds against his hard length, so his hands grasped and lifted her so he could slide inside, making him squeeze his eyes shut at the welcoming warmth. She pushed herself up with her hands on his chest holding him down, as he helped her moving her hips with his hands in a building rhythm.

Soon the world contracted to just the two of them, becoming breathed names and answering moans as they ratcheted up higher and higher together, her core tightening around him as his thrusts becoming wilder. Her jaw was slack, and he was panting, and as she felt him reach his peak she slammed down and clenched her walls around him, drawing out a long moan and his hot seed spilling inside her. He kept thrusting through his discharge, encouraged by her answering moan and sending her deliciously over the edge after him, her head thrown back.

Coming down, he slid his hands around her back and coaxed her slowly off him, tumbling her sleepy form gently back down into the nest, pulling and tucking the blankets around her and cuddling her into him. She made a last effort to entwine her limbs with his before dropping off to sleep. He buried himself in further beside her and finally, rubbed his nose against hers and whispered,

"Sweet dreams Vixen."

The usual disclaimers apply. I hope you enjoyed this, I have a forest scene in another fic I'm working on so check back next week :)