Surgimorphs

Surgimorphs Chapter 8: A Game Of Cat and Fox

(Pengu)

When I woke up the next morning I found myself thinking of the Fox in the next room with a smile on my face. My smile turned into a blush as I felt further evidence of my happiness brush against the sheets and then my tail started to thump against the bed.

I glanced at my tail feeling slightly annoyed and it settled down. I liked Sukura despite all the wild stuff that happened around us lately he was still kind and charming to me. He was very protective over me I knew that much as I was pretty much the damsel in distress when he rescued me the last few times.

I frowned lightly at that assessment and then shrugged. Nothing I could have done the last two times and when Sukura had his weak moments I was there for him.  I don't know how Sukura felt about me and I mean really felt about me beyond him wanting to protect me.

Sure we held hands but we never did anything really romantic towards one another. I suppose that's good. Still he had my trust with almost no effort on my part. I just trusted him. I don't know if it was from the wounds of his past that attracted me to him or if it was the look in his eyes telling me that though he knew pain and suffering he wouldn't let it touch him.

Not saying he was heartless but it was as if he had been burned and burned very badly and then emerged through the fire stronger than before and ready to fight for anyone that had either started to or already had been through what he had been through.

He had a good heart and when he looked at me I felt as if I was naked underneath his gaze. As if he knew everything I had been through with a glance and had lived with me through those moments. I'm sure anything I asked of him he would do if it made me happy.

During my musings my tail had started thumping against the bed again but I didn't mind this time. I heard movement from the room next door and the bed creaked from Sukura presumably getting up. "Hey Pengu can you hear me?" he called through the wall. Of course I can hear him. I got off my bed and said. "Yeah." 

"Do you want to shower or use the bathroom before I get in there?" He asked me. "I'm good. You go head." I told him. "Thanks" he said to me and I heard him open his drawers and such to get clothes for the shower.

Honestly I found myself wondering how he would look naked and blushed heavily. Well I could either spy on him or wait to see how he feels about me. The temptation was great for me as I sat there debating I heard him to the bathroom. I noticed he left the door open just a crack. I heard the sounds of clothes hitting the floor and I took a risk and slipped from my room to watch.