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Love is not something that everyone finds easy to show, or to find. But me... I... well, I love it. :3 To show that, this series of short, single-scene stories is all about the many aspects of love. :3

Love Is... The ecstasy of emotions.

If there was one thing that Martin and Emma had learned in their time together, it was that love could show itself in a myriad of different ways. Sometimes it was sweet and gentle; represented in an act as pure and innocent as a warm, tender hug. On other occasions however, like in the wake of the proposal Martin had made to his lover just two hours ago, it was intense to the point of tears and joy so unspeakable that it might even appear lacking! Over the course of those two hours though the two furs in question had begun to pull themselves free of that mire of weeping and fierce, clutching embraces. They no longer felt paralysed by their rapturous joy, and as a result of that fact both parties were now experiencing the rush of endorphins and adrenaline they had been denied by the emotion of the proposal itself!

"T-take it off, Emma..."

Martin gave a brief backward glance to his fiance as he swept the bed clear of the various photographs, objects and props he had employed in his delivery of the proposal. He heard her whimper softly as he did so, and felt a tremor of anticipation run down his own spine as within the deep blue trousers of his crisp suit he felt the stirrings of arousal at long last. Once the bed was mostly clear he pulled himself up onto it, the collie rolling over onto his back and gazing across to where Emma's own body was still standing at the foot of the bed. He was the one who groaned that time, looking up just in time to see the vixen fumbling rather urgently with the buttons of her shirt, the expression on her features one of utter determination.

The moment she saw him watching her though, Emma gave up the fight with her shirt and threw herself onto the bed beside her new husband-to-be. She whimpered happily as he all but dragged her up to lie level with his own body, and let slip a giddy yelp as he pulled himself upright and promptly straddled her body just seconds later.

"My gorgeous bride to be."

Martin gazed down at the vixen, groaning softly as she raised the hand bearing her ring up between them. He took it in one of his own palms, raising it to his muzzle and kissing the furred flesh tenderly.

"I love you so much, Emma."

The vixen blushed joyously, whining and arching her back as Martin released her paw and promptly set his hands to work upon her body. His fingers plucked at the buttons which she had not yet undone, and only when the entirety of the front of her shirt was opened out did they cease their rapid, constant movement.

Leaning forward, Martin planted a tender kiss upon the portion of Emma's left breast accessible within her bra, one of his hands worming its way into the embrace of the vixen's ring-bearing paw and lacing their fingers together romantically. Emma murmured happily as time and time again Martin's muzzle kissed her chest, her neck, even the top portion of her belly, relishing the sensation of his lips against her soft fur and even more so the tight, loving squeeze of his paw against her own.

It took some two minutes before the male ceased his repeated smooching of the vixen's torso, both parties growing increasingly in need of more than just a little kissing as Martin's crotch bulged and Emma found herself squeezing her legs together in an attempt at restraining the feelings welling up inside her. Even then though they didn't let go of one another's paws, not quite ready to go that far no matter how physically needy they may have been growing. Instead they began to work together each employing their one free paw to help further undress themselves. With Martin's free paw working the clasp and Emma's own hand holding the fabric itself they unhooked the vixen's bra, and leaving it half-draped around the shoulder of her occupied hand Emma found her breasts exposed to her lover's gleaming blue eyes.

"Martin..."

Her pleading tone let the collie know what his lover desired without so much as another word, and thus once again he lowered his head to her chest. This time however he did not simply kiss the flesh of her breasts, but instead began to lap roughly at the stiff pink peaks resting atop those snowy mounds. He groaned softly as Emma whimpered, her nipples relishing the attention, and soon afterwards stopped licking in favour of a more permanent settlement upon the vixen's right breast. Martin suckled on Emma tenderly, gently rubbing the tip of his tongue back and forth over the tip of her nipple and applying just the slightest bit of pressure with his lips around that stiff little nub. He was rewarded for his efforts with a series of soft moans; not too loud or fierce, but sounds of enjoyment and pleasure nonetheless.

Things continued in this manner for what must have been almost half an hour; the collie teasing Emma's various erogenous zones without anything more intense than the nipping of teeth against her neck or a tongue gently grazing her breasts. They kissed and whimpered and giggled together as all the while their paws clung to one another tightly, seemingly unable to stop sharing in the joyous and newfound presence of the ring upon Emma's fourth finger.

When finally their paws did part though, it came as a sign that both parties were unable to resist the allure and potent cravings of one another's bodies any longer. The collie's hands both came to rest upon Emma's breasts, gently caressing her nipples in tandem, but only for a moment. They fell to her belly next, dragging their fingertips through her fluffy white fur and making the vixen squirm and giggle as they tickled her. Before Emma could consider stopping them though they were falling lower still, Martin edging his way backwards from where he knelt perched atop the vixen and proceeding to peel off her trousers in the process.

"Emma, I... I love you."

The vixen beamed, her cheeks red as she felt Martin's paws peeling away both her trousers and underwear in the same motion.

"I love you too, Marty."

She responded with the honest truth, and promptly found herself trembling with pleasure as her reply was met by a paw slipping between her legs and a single fingertip slipping between the folds of her pink slit.

"M-Martin... ohh..."

Emma could see the arousal swelling between her lover's legs; tenting the front of his trousers violently and alighting his face with that kind of heated grin which betrayed more than just simple happiness, but with her trousers still bunched up around her knees and her shirt and bra alike still hanging off one arm she was finding out that Martin was indeed in a rather desperate state of desire. Worse still, so was she! Because despite these less than standard conditions, her state of undress incomplete and Martin's body still entirely clothed, the vixen really did find herself hoping that her husband-to-be would continue!

It seemed that Emma's wish was to be granted too, because far from showing any signs of continuing to disrobe his lover Martin seemed more and more intent on pleasuring her as she lay, half dressed and quivering, before him now. The finger rubbing at her treasure was swiftly joined by a second, and soon after that they began to do more than just tease and stroke at the sensitive flesh on the surface of her nether-regions. First one digit, then both began to sink into the vixen's warm, wet treasure, and as she whined and writhed helplessly, legs all but immobile thanks to the trousers lodged half way down them, Emma began to realise just how serious her lover was about what he was doing to her.

"Emma, I... I want to see you cum."

The vixen whined in lusty desire. Even for Martin and even in the privacy of their bedroom, that was a rather brazen thing for the collie to have said! Normally he took great pride in remaining eloquent, even in the heat of passion. But today... today they had already spent so much time trying to figure out what words best fitted the way they were feeling. Maybe he just wanted to say what he felt; no holds barred and no dancing around the issue!

"I need this! I... I need to make you cum. To make my beautiful new fiance cum!"

Emma felt like she could have climaxed there and then, just from hearing what the male was saying. It made her heart sing to know that Martin was that worked up over their engagement, and upon thinking about it for just a few moments the vixen herself found it rather intoxicating to think that this was the first time they'd be together as anything more than boyfriend and girlfriend.

Before she could say as much though, before she could tell the male that she agreed and wanted to support him, the two fingers he had buried within her discovered what it was that they were looking for. They stroked a particularly rough patch of flesh within the vixen, gently bumping against it with their silky pads, and the vixen let slip a feverish shriek of pleasure! Quite out of nowhere they'd hit her g-spot, and with the knowledge that this portion of her body was now under Martin's absolute control Emma all but gave up any hope of further rational thought right there and then.

Martin grinned as he rubbed Emma's g-spot again, his fingers curling around inside the female and finding themselves rewarded with a heated whimper and a tight squeeze from her treasure's inner walls. As stricken by arousal as he may have been he couldn't help relish the fact that he was more or less unaffected by pleasure of his own as the vixen writhed and squirmed beneath him. He wasn't rubbing his erect shaft or paying it any kind of real attention at all for that matter, and as a result he was able to drink in every last expression, sound and motion that Emma produced with a keen, clear mind.

He watched, eyes wide and sparkling with joy, as Emma's back arched and she let slip a frantic howl of pleasure. He watched as her paws clutched fiercely at the bed sheets, and her eyelids fluttered whilst a rather goofy, pleasure stricken smile spread across her muzzle. He listened to each cry as he rubbed and tapped at that pleasure-button within the vixen, trying to identify which kind of touch felt best and hone in on how to find that perfect contact with her sweet, sensitive flesh. Above all else though he drank in the satisfaction that came from bringing pleasure to one so deserving of it. Martin always loved to see Emma in pleasure, but now that they were engaged... there was something about the idea of the vixen cumming which made the entire experience of stimulating her that much more perfect.

"Ohhh Marty, I... I'm..."

He was being so gentle, his fingers barely brushing her g-spot but at the same time never truly leaving it alone for more than a second, and it was driving the female wild. She wanted to buck her hips up against his paw and beg him to start using those fingers to their full potential, but Emma couldn't bring herself to do it! She was rising towards orgasm faster and faster, and the fact that he was being so tender and intimate about it was breathtaking. She'd never felt so good from such a tender touch before, and with every passing moment her expectations were exceeded ten, a hundred, then a thousand-fold as she began to quiver and whimper with increasing frequency.

When the orgasm came, it really was like no climax Emma had experienced in her life. She'd never felt so much pleasure and satisfaction without the fierce, burning passion of a heated session of love-making to back it up! Every nerve in her body told her that this kind of pleasure only came from being pounded by her lover after a particularly long, protracted session of foreplay to work them both up, or at the very least from a long and gentle session of tender love-making which built up to a frantic pace as the point of no return approached with exponentially increasing speed! But as the sensation began to build within her body, the male's fingers still at work and showing no sign of stopping for when the orgasm finally did hit, everything that Emma had ever learned about physical pleasure was useless. Nothing could have prepared her for the feelings that were about to overwhelm her, and little did she know how infinitely more pleasurable that would make the entire act.

Emma cried out loudly as she came, but not with the same heated, savage lust that normally struck her at the moment of climax. She wailed in pure joy, almost laughing as her body began to tremble from top to toe and her treasure began to squeeze and quiver around the teasing, wriggling fingers of her fianc Her body didn't tense up, at least not in the same way as it normally did at the point of orgasm! In fact Emma almost felt relaxed as wave after wave of potent pleasure began to watch over her, even the juices flooding forth from between her legs unable to draw more than another loud yelp of ecstasy from the vixen's muzzle.

She trembled and shook in pure euphoria for almost twenty seconds, paralysed as much by the way in which the pleasure washed over her as she was by the pleasure itself. It was like... like her first ever orgasm all over again. She was entire unprepared for what was surging through her, defenceless and helpless to resist the absolute ecstasy born of her lover's most gentle yet perfect ministrations.

By the time her orgasm abated, Emma's body continuing to writhe in joy as Martin's fingers gave her a few more seconds of stimulation than were probably necessary, the vixen felt as though she'd never feel the need to cum again. Never before had she felt so satisfied, and never in all her adult life had an orgasmic afterglow been so perfect as to very nearly send her into a fit of the giggles just from the warm, soothing joy it set alight inside her. She lay back on the bed in a state of absolute contentment, not caring that her crotch was soaked from her sexual juices, that her trousers and panties were still bunched up around her knees or that her eyes couldn't focus for long enough to get a good look at Martin anymore. The only facts that mattered to her at that point in time were running through her mind on a continuous loop, and were all tied in with Martin, her ring, and how much she loved Martin for giving her said ring! Beyond that, the vixen couldn't remember much of the next hour.

At some point after that Emma did begin to return to the waking world, and in doing so realised that she was no longer lying on her back. She was on her side, and the clothes which had been left in something of a shambles upon her body were gone. Instead she was covered by a thick blanket; the duvet of the bed if she wasn't mistaken, and pressing up against her back the vixen could feel the soft fur and warm flesh of another all too familiar body.

"Martin?"

The arms wrapped around her torso began to stroke her stomach fondly, and a pair of lips kissed at the back of her neck. Emma's tail wagged, and it was at that point she noticed that there was something rather firm and long poking between her buttocks. The vixen giggled happily, blushing as she felt her lover's arousal resting against her body.

"Did I... did I fall asleep?"

Another kiss landed on the back of the female's neck, and then her lover's soothing voice whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, but don't worry. You get your rest. I'll still be ready to go tomorrow morning, and we'll still be engaged then too, so there's no reason we can't continue our celebrations then."

Once again Emma giggled, but in spite of her lover's kind offer of further rest the vixen rolled over within his arms, reaching down with her ring-bearing paw and grasping his erect member. Martin whined loudly, and Emma shivered in desire as she felt his raging erection strain against her touch.

"You're right, Martin. We could wait till tomorrow morning, till we're both well rested and ready to give one hundred and ten percent."

The female squeezed her lover's erection, leaning forward and planting a playful kiss on Martin's nose.

"Or we could make love now, and then do it again tomorrow morning."

Martin groaned loudly, and within Emma's paw the male's member twitched violently once again.

"You wanted to make me cum, Marty... and it was heavenly. But nothing, and I mean nothing could make me as happy as making love to my new husband-to-be on the very same night he proposed to me."

Emma gazed deeply into the collie's sky blue hues, and moaned softly as his paws began to tighten their grip on her body once more, pulling her in close to his own. If this was what engagement meant for their relationship; a whole new world of pleasure and passion to explore as more than boyfriend and girlfriend, then she couldn't imagine what awaited them when they were actually married.

Right then and there though, the vixen didn't want to think of such things. Marriage was the future for her and Martin now, the ring on her finger declared it in no uncertain terms! But while the future was a wonderful thing to look forward to, Emma didn't want to forget about the present. Every conversation, every embrace, every sweet, passionate orgasm they shared, these were the important things. Not what they might think or feel, but what they actually thought and felt with every new moment they spent together.

"Ohh y-yes! Do it Marty... l-love me!"

Emma clung to her husband-to-be, and whined happily as he angled his hips forwards and began to press himself slowly into her.

"Yes! M-Marty... ohh god! Yes!"

By Jeeves