Nothing to fear

Chapter 13

"Not many can deal with Dad when he gets all emotional," Judy said as she and Nick entered her old bedroom. "You did great!"

"I want them to like me," Nick said as he entered the room. "I mean it's kind of important now that we're married and ­Holy Sour Grapes!"

Judy whirled around. "What's wrong?!" she asked, worried at the horrified and wide eyed expression on her husband's face.

"Carrots, could you get any more girly?!" he asked as his eyes roamed over a room that was nothing but different shades of pink. The desk was a light pink with darker pink trim. The bed and comforter were different hues while the pillows even had pink lace over the pink quilted cases. The rug was a hot pink shag that looked like someone had skinned a polar bear before coloring the pelt for some kind of psychedelic dance rave.

The bunny began laughing so hard that she had to hold her stomach and it was several minutes before she could stop though Judy suffered the occasional giggle. "I make no arguments in my defense save that I was thirteen when I decorated before Mom came in and changed everything to what she thought I should like!" "No wonder you ran off to the city as soon as you could," Nick commented with a look like he'd just stepped in something unsavory. "It's like being inside a bag of cotton candy!" He stopped and shook his head. "There's no way I can sleep in here. I might wake up and find I've turned pink, too..."

Judy snickered as she hopped up onto the bed, her butt bouncing a little on the surprisingly large mattress. "Well, you can go sleep in one of the guest rooms, or with the boys. I'm sure they'd love to keep you up all night with questions." She stretched out on her side, her arm following the line of her waist and hip as her eyes took on a sort of challenging cast. "But this is one room where we have a bed big enough for both of us and we don't have to worry about being bothered." She trailed off while emphasizing the last by slowly flicking the buttons of her shirt open one at a time. "I guess there's always the couch in the living room..." she added while stretching out on her back and arching so that the shirt slipped open revealing the lacy purple fabric of her bra, one of the ones she knew her fox liked to see her in. Especially the purple underwear because Nick said it matched her eyes.

"I think I can handle the color..." he muttered, his attention on her.

Judy smiled because even though Nick was enjoying the show, his eyes were on hers. He appreciated her body, but he was always too much a gentle fox to be lewd or crass even though she knew he liked to look. Which was good, Judy liked for him to look at her. "I hope so," she told him in a low, almost purring voice. "After all that work in the kitchen cooking and then clean up it would be nice to have someone undress me," the bunny husked as she stretched again. "And put me to bed..."

"You know, it just so happens that I wouldn't mind helping," Nick replied as he walked to the bed before kneeling down at the side of the mattress. His paw slipped under the shirt to expose first one shoulder, then the other. "I've been told I'm very helpful at times."

The bunny touched his face and smiled. Her eyes were heavy and warm with affection and the swelling of desire within her. "Does your nose still hurt?" she asked softly.

"Not so much," he answered, a little confused. "Why?"

"Because I want to kiss you and taste you and feel your teeth and if you were still hurting that might be a problem," the bunny whispered as she drew them together.

Their lips only touched for a moment, the feeling of warmth in both of them increasing with the contact as they shared each other's breath before it deepened. Judy did indeed do all of the things she wanted and Nick was left a little dizzy when they finally parted for air. When her paw caressed the side of his face, petting his fur and stroking with the lay of it, Nick couldn't help but lean into the contact. He wasn't idle, though, and continued to pull her shirt down before sliding it from under her body. The fox then let his paw slide ever so slowly down the flat expanse of her tummy to the top of her jeans, his thumb and finger working gently to unfasten the button. When he slid a finger under the waistband, his claw parting her fur so that the tip barely brushed the skin beneath, teasing along the edge of her panties, Judy moaned in a high, soft sigh.