Midnight Musings

Judy awoke a few hours later, a hairy arm draped over her slender frame, the double blankets still separating their bodies. The scent of her fox filling her nose was both delightfully masculine and distractingly appealing. Nick usually applied scent mask to curb the muskiness of his canine heritage, but time had worn it away, leaving his scent exposed. Naked. She'd had hints of it, especially after a hard workout together, or chasing a fleeing suspect, but never the full effect. She, well, she liked it. And her body approved of it as well. She breathed the intoxicating aroma deeply, letting the warmth fill her body as improper and outright scandalous thoughts scurried around her brain. Fantasy mixed with proximity created an explosive cacophony of conflicting emotions after the latest risqué thought bubble finished playing behind her violet eyes. The warmth quickly spreading out from her belly, partly from the thoughts, and partly from the heady scent emanating from a quietly sleeping fox nestled behind her, his body heat warming more than just her backside. She had long harbored a tiny, secret crush on the goofy, smooth talking Nick. But it had never bothered her like this, not after many long months beside him in the police cruiser. Never had her think of him as hers. Never enough to make a bold move like inviting herself to his bedchamber.

'Ok Jude, what a mess you are in now. You literally went to the fox's den.'

Her fox. What did that mean? Her fox. The possessiveness of that simple notion sent a trainwreck of conflicting possibilities through her brain at the speed of thought. Had she really thought that? And in that way? Her Fox? Was he her fox? Could she call him hers? Could he even BE her fox?

Could he? Her quiet concentration made her remember all the time they had spent together over the last year and a half. Getting more comfortable with each other in both a professional and private sense. From the occasional movie night at his place or late night card game at her's, with more frequent coffee or dinner plans sprinkled throughout to add flavor for the friendship to not just grow, but flourish. This definitely lent credence to at least the idea he could be hers. The groundwork was laid out for a promising possibility. She closed her eyes as she thought out a million and one different scenarios in her head, all the while listening to the rhythmic intake of breath from the fox central to her current dilemma, leading to her own slow draw of contemplative breath.

Possibilities? Yes, it was all possible. And it was temptingly nice, making her smile to herself at the seemingly tantalizing idea. The more she dwelled on the idea, the more she liked it. But probable? That was the crux to it all. What was the probability that he...Her eyes shot open, the thought kernel ending on a terribly discordant note from a heart stopping unknown. One she couldn't bare to examine. She thrust the thought to the back of her brain, where it lingered, ignored, or at least suppressed for a time, where it gained steam to unleash its pent fury. She employed all her mental gymnastics to suppress the thought until she couldn't stand not facing it. Sweat started forming down her back as she owned her terrible thought. The evil, heart-wrenching possibility. The single largest worry in her mind. Tears welled in her eyes just forcing the thought forward. With a calming set of slow, deep breaths, she found her center and let the stinging thought come forth. The one thing she had no control over.

What if he didn't WANT to be her fox?

Biting her lower lip to keep from crying, she worked hard to look at this dispassionately. Maybe he wasn't into the idea of an inter-species relationship. Did he have someone else he hadn't told her about? Some quiet and lovely vixen he had never discussed? No, neither of these prospects could possibly bare fruit. Nick wasn't a speciesist for one, and they spent way to much time together for him to have some private romantic relationship. Plus, he's a male, synonymous with gossiping up anyone willing to listen. And keep a secret? Puh-lease! Nick? No way, no how. That fox couldn't keep his mouth shut with BOTH his hind paws firmly stuffed in it. So what was it then...

Nick twitched and moved, still cuddled to her back side. His left leg shuffled restlessly, probably from a dream of catching a certain bunny...She rolled her eyes at the thought. 'Like he could ever catch me!' her self assured grin held for a few seconds. 'Oh Sweet Cheese and Crackers with Honey!' Her eyes shot open again, and both her paws covered her tiny mouth as another terrible thought came to her. Had she accidentally signaled her disapproval of a relationship possibility?! That SHE wasn't interested?! That he couldn't have her?! Was the thing standing between a possible them...HER?! 'Oh Dear Merciful God' she silently prayed as her brain worked extra hard to puzzle through all the things she'd said to him, shuffling all the possible inadvertent signs to display a negative desire for romantic entanglement. Trouble was, she knew next to nothing of the mating rituals of foxes. Going over everything mentally again and again, she could find nothing that would have signaled 'No' since they became partners. Quite the opposite, now that she really thought about it. Any male rabbit would have swept her off her paws by now.

So what was it? He hadn't made a move in eighteen months, despite the numerous possible openings. She caught the steamy looks and almost bare lust in his eyes when he chanced glances her way all evening. Why now? Had she been a closed off option before that was now available? Or had she changed in some way? This made her automatically go over a mental checklist of feminine traits from the length of her ears, to the size of her eyes, to her uniform size, to the weight her scale told her. She concluded she looked the same as always, other than the evening gown of yesterday. She was the same as always, she was consistent.

The evening gown! The only different thing. A display of overwhelming femininity! Maybe to make him notice her, or desire her as a female, he needed to see a more strong feminine portrayal. Accentuate the female side of her chromosomes. From the blush of the tips of her ears to her comely muzzle and lips. From her sleek and inviting neck to her widened hips. To her tight bunny ass. The puzzle pieces fell into place, the plan forming behind her lovely and determined eyes. She would work her feminine traits hard if that's what it took to catch the eye of Nick the fox.

She self consciously pulled a deep breath, catching the same rich scent of male fox behind her, driving her even more wilde as she tasted the smell. And loved it. He wouldn't have a choice, and would have to learn to deal with it. Because she decided beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would have to be hers. And hers alone.

Her fox. She liked the sound of that as she pushed back into the source of her new found desire. The place those delightful smells that worked crazy wonders she'd never felt before originated. A last, powerful, lingering thought culminated in her brain before sleep took her again.

MY FOX.