And so the epic love story of Judy Edith Hopps and Jack Edward Savage was born. Of course, they didn't recognize it was love, at first. Such a thing rarely happens in real life. Or even in Zootopia, where a lot of incredible things happen that wouldn't ordinarily. At first, it was simple attraction, easily written off even when one or the other would find themselves staring out their window, chin in paw, thinking about the way the other's eyes crinkled when they laughed, smiled, or leant in to brush their lips together. Then they labeled it 'desire', for the way the touches they exchanged almost shyly burnt and electrified them, leaving tingling lines on hips and waists and cheeks and temples. Left them wanting, craving, needing more as blood boiled and ears turned red jsut at the sight of a quick flashing of the other's smile.
There were kisses, yes. Goodnight kisses, it's been a hard day kisses, I don't want to talk kisses, and so many more. Sticky ice cream kisses, I'm glad you're alright kisses, give me back my sweatshirt kisses.
There were fights, and broken lamps and churning stomachs as hearts bled and twisted and they blamed it on the other mammal. There were things thrown and things screamed that weren't meant. There was a couple slamming doors that were intended to never be opened again. But they were, regardless of promises made to oneself. They were magnets, those two, and whatever they did, they did it passionately, with all their hearts. But they always drew back together, no matter what, it seemed.
Eventually, as with every great love story, there was a ring, and a 'yes', and a church and a dress and an 'I do' or two.
And after a while, near inevitably, there was a house in the suburbs, and kits that had to be put to bed, and our two lovers sneaking put to the lawn after midnight to stare at the stars and be alone. Together.
The years passed, and their love wore deeper and truer, tried and tested. Silver fur was now white, and black stripes had faded. Maybe eyes weren't as clear as they'd once been, and maybe it was hard to remember some things, but it was always easy to smile at each other.
And now there's only a large family standing around two gravestones once a year, silently remembering these two who had been a little less than perfect, buy perfect for each other.
The End
