Silent Enemy

Chapter 6: Bedtime Stories

Judy lay sprawled across her bed, her leg outstretched on a sizable pile of pillows. It throbbed, even with the pressure taken off it, and she groaned, desperately waiting for the pain medications to take effect. In the next room, the sound of running water could be heard, as Nick tried desperately to scrub the remnants of the ectoplasm from his fur. Her mind raced, as she tried to come to grips with everything that had happened over the course of the day; she found that the impression left from her soul gaze with Daniel was still fresh in her mind. The shadows still tangible, as well as the light she had cast. She wasn't sure what to make of it.

The rest of the day had passed relatively quickly. Neither Judy nor Nick felt overly productive, and for the first time in her career, she had failed to hand out more that one hundred parking tickets in one day. It had been attributed to her injury, and while she was told that such a thing was to be expected from her, she found the implication still stung her professional pride. Nick had remained quiet most of the day too, which had left her feeling off. Altogether, it hadn't been a good day, and Judy found herself just wanting to forget. She closed her eyes, hoping to escape some of the pressures of the day with a short rest, but found that the monsters were waiting to greet her when she closed her eyes.

The sound of the shower shut off, and a moment later, Nick appeared, a toothbrush sticking out of his muzzle, as he worked to secure a miniscule teal towel around himself. Unfortunately, the lack of time spent doing laundry over the past few days meant the towel was one of Judy's, and as such, he was fighting a losing battle with it. Bunching the ends of the towel in one paw, he used the other to vigorously brush his tongue, trying to get the taste of ectoplasm out of his mouth. Ever since his encounter with the ghast, Nick had an unpleasantly sour aftertaste that stubbornly resisted his attempts to remove it. It was something akin to the taste one got with a hangover the day after an all night binger. Spitting into the sink, Nick stuck out his tongue, somewhat raw from his recent activities.

"Gaaah. I can still taste it." Nick complained, and turned to look towards Judy.

"I think we have some mouth wash under the sink" Judy rolled slightly to look at the fox, her eyes sinking lower down his frame. She grinned, enjoying a little bit of ogling despite the difficulties of the day. That was one thing she found herself still doing, despite the years they had been together. Little had changed in that regard, since their first tender night, entwined. The thought of their first time brought a little color to her ears, as she subconsciously bit her lower lip.

Nick shook his head. "Nah, already used it. Guess I'll just have to deal." He flopped on the bed, towel now trapped beneath him as his tail took to spinning lazy spirals in the air. He lay so that his head was parallel to hers, eye to eye. Their difference in sizes meant that it was rare for the pair to be able to face one another. For a time, Nick lost himself in her lavender eyes, drifting in them.

I wonder what it would be like to soul gaze Nick?

The thought came unbidden, shocking her with it's sudden intensity. She put a paw to his muzzle, the simple gesture amplified by his near nudity. A shiver went down his spine, and Judy smiled mischievously.

"So, whatcha thinking about?"

The low rumble in Nick's chest told her exactly what he was thinking about, and Judy felt her own body quiver with anticipation. The throbbing in her arm and leg faded to the back of her mind, as she scooted to embrace her partner. It started with a simple kiss, then passion overtook them as they melded together. Hands met curves, of thigh and hip, as their bodies accommodated one another, pressing together in hunger and need. For a time, the world ceased to press on them, replaced by a world of sensations. Of soft caresses,warm breath, and a steady rhythm. They moved with a gentle passion that did not belie their urgency, made even more so by the fervent desire that had consumed them. They moved with a familiarity developed over years, each giving, and each taking. For a time, they reveled in each other, until all too soon, their passion slowed.