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Fox McCloud gripped his blaster tightly. His back was to the cargo crate, crouched on one knee. His soles burned in his boots. He hadn't slept in over 48 hours. With his flight jacket abandoned somewhere deep in the jungle, all that covered his bruised and battered torso was his blaster webbing. He breathed through his mouth to remain quiet. The hangar was only sparsely manned by mercenaries; other than the occasional chatter and shift of feet it was quiet. Any and all noise Fox made had the potential to be heard.

Krystal was at his side, sitting cross legged on the rough concrete floor. Her eyes were closed, kept still behind their lids under a deep meditation. Though her brilliantly sapphire-and-white fur was as worse for wear as Fox's, she maintained an air of calm. Her back was erect, paws on her knees. The sounds of the hangar was but a distant nuisance, blotted out by the focus she had crafted in her relaxation. Only the sound of Fox's voice or the arrival of an emergency would break her from her trance.

Fox waited for a period of calm when he felt there were no mercenaries nearby. He counted in his head. If he reached thirty without hearing a sound, he would peek around the crate. ...27. 28. 29. OK. 30. Fox very carefully pivoted on his knee to his right, where the edge of the crate was. With one gloved paw against the crate he leaned over ever so slowly. The hangar peeled into view section by section, revealing its crew and contents. Across a sea of concrete floor were several transport vehicles. There were a couple fighters, a freight carrier, and a single emergency shuttle. The shuttle, the smallest of the bunch, was directly across from Fox. It looked inconsequential compared to its more important brethren. Its boxy shape was not meant for quick travel, nor did he see a warp drive. At most it could complement three or four passengers. There was only Krystal and him, so space wasn't an issue, but getting out of there alive would be.

Footsteps from the right. A tall, lanky engineer came trotting down the floor, minding his own business. Fox had spotted him and two others in the hangar. He assumed there were at least two more he hadn't seen. Without moving too quickly he pulled back behind the crate. He braced for a shout, but heard nothing. After waiting another 12 seconds he turned to Krystal, put his mouth to her ear, then cupped his paw over it.

"Shuttle directly across from us. Best chance. No weapons." His voice was the faintest whisper, wholly inaudible beyond the muffling shield of his paw.

Krystal did not flinch at the sudden hiss of his voice directly into her eardrums. The moment he was finished speaking her eyes came open. Fox turned his head so she could reply. She performed the same move to his ear and whispered.

"Warp drive?"

Fox leaned back and shook his head.

Krystal betrayed no reaction, though her disappointment was immense. She put her lips to his ear again. "Right behind you."

Fox nodded, then resumed his position at the edge of the crate. Krystal got up from meditating and crouched right behind him. She laid a paw on his shoulder, both to help react the moment he did and to remind him that she had his 6. It was appreciated, but did little to assuage the stress that had lassoed his gut so mercilessly. He peeked around the corner. There was the shuttle, seated within a valley of two massive interceptors. If only I knew how to fly those. He made one last count, this time to twenty. The hangar had become deathly still, as if the mercenaries were waiting for his next move with equal anticipation. ...17. 18. 19. 20.

"Go!"

Fox sprung forward. The shade of the crate peeled off of him, the bright daylight pouring into the hangar through the main door, the wiry jungle beyond the airfield swaying in the breeze. He sprinted as hard as he could, boots smacking into the concrete floor as loud as thunder. Arms pumping, breath heaving, he heard the wind roar past his ears as the shuttle grew larger and larger.

Krystal was right behind him, head turning left and right to spot the mercenaries. There were five of them. At once their heads shot up at the sudden disturbance, their hardened faces widening with surprise, then wrinkling into fury. Each let out a loud bark. "[Hey! The intruders!] one of them screamed in their native language."

Fox slowed down just for a moment to swing his blaster in their direction. He fired three shots. Red lasers streaked towards them with deafening screeches. The five of them ducked and ran for cover. Fox reached the opposite side of the hangar and slid into some cover on his knees behind the deployed landing gear of a fighter. "Open the shuttle!" he yelled. Peering beyond the landing gear he could see a few of the enemy running to sound the alarm. He fired a few more shots to slow them down. The red power gauge on his blaster was but a sliver of the full bar. Five more shots at the most.

Krystal sprinted for the side of the shuttle. The doors were vertically orientated with a handle that Krystal pulled as hard as she could. There was a loud pneumatic hiss as the bottom hatch swung down to reveal the stairs. She sprinted up them and turned around to see Fox still firing his blaster.

"Come on!" she screamed.

The bar on Fox's blaster was totally black. Not a full second after firing the last shot the alarm was sounded. WooooooOOOOOOOP! WooooooOOOOOOOP! WooooooOOOOOOOP! The mercenaries were running back into the open floor, weapons in hands. Those armed with laser rifles fired away at the shuttle while their comrades with hammers and swords came sprinting.

Fox swung around towards the shuttle to see Krystal waiting at the top of the steps. Once he was on his way she ran to the cockpit to get the vehicle running. Fox all but flew inside and slammed his fist on the door button. There was another hiss as they fell shut ever so slowly. Looking out through the closing gap Fox saw men barreling towards them, streaks of bright scarlet piercing the air and striking their fuselage.

Fox ducked for cover deeper into the shuttle. Krystal was at the pilot's seat, furiously pressing buttons and flicking switches. "You can get this thing running?" he asked. The moment the last syllable was off his mouth there came a terrible KRASH as a war hammer was swung into the shuttle door, rattling the entire structure and making Fox flinch.

Krystal ducked in her seat, though she did not lose a single moment preparing the shuttle for launch. "In a second! I've piloted one of these before. Just gotta..." She grabbed the throttle and slammed it all the way forward.

vvvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVRRRRRRMMMMMM!!!

The shuttle's thrusters whirred to life, their cerulean fire glowing to life and then lengthening to daggers. The ship jerked forward hard, rocking Fox to the floor and Krystal in her seat. She watched in dismay as a squad of riflemen formed a firing line in the center of the hanger. They aimed down their irons and unleashed a battery of lasers upon the order of an NCO. Krystal swung beneath the window just in time to miss the splintering impact of a dozen shots on the thick plexiglass.

"GO! GO! GO!" screamed Fox.

"I'm going!" she screamed back, forced to keep her entire body bent to the side like a straw while jerking the control handle to the left as hard as she could. The shuttle veered out of its space, listing to the side like a sinking ship and skidding on just one wheel towards the hangar doors. The shots fired at them struck broadside. Fox heard them pinging off the side, just behind his head as Krystal straightened the machine and herself.

Before them was the airfield, a welcome sight. But they weren't out of the jungle yet. The shuttle was rapidly accelerating, far faster than it was ever designed to. They left the smooth comfort of the concrete for rougher dirt tarmac. The shuttle bounced and jostled violently, bumping the two of them around like pebbles in a tin can. Krystal steered hard down the runway. There wasn't enough time to turn around to use all of it. She would have to use only half.

"HANG ON!" she screamed, taking just one moment to strap the seat buckle over her waist. Fox was not so fortunate. All he had was the foot of the pilot seat which he scurried up to and wrapped his arms around.

Just in time. The shuttle roared down the tarmac and jumped into the air like it had hit a ramp. The nose swung to the sky, rapidly gaining altitude in front of a pair of thrusters screaming full tilt. Fox felt his spine and joints stretched as the G-forces pulled him towards the rear of the shuttle. He was three, four, five times his regular weight before he was torn from the chair leg and slammed into the rear wall of the shuttle with a devastating wham! Pain rattled his bones as he was flattened against the cold metal, facial features sinking into his skull with his lips and eyelids peeling back to reveal stark whites.

Krystal was forcibly leaned back in her chair, experiencing the same G-forces. A wreath of condensed air blasted off the nose of the shuttle. The shuddering translucent mist grew red, then orange, then white hot as the temperature scorched the fuselage and the glass protecting its two passengers. Krystal braced for the fractured glass to shatter at any moment. Spidered pockmarks constellated the windshield, absorbing detrimental levels of heat and pressure. If the glass broke and decompression occurred, it would be game over for the both of them. The only consolation was that it would be quick, death within microseconds.

The blue sky began to darken. The shield of illuminated plasma that masked their nose cone softened as they entered the stratosphere, then the mesosphere, then everything beyond that. The turbulence lost its ferocity, though the G-forces were there to stay so long as Krystal kept the throttle turned up all the way. At last the sky vanished into a complete black, their journey out of the planet complete.

And still they were not completely safe. Out of Krystal's view shot a massive pink laser bigger than the shuttle. It came without a sound or murmur, illuminating the windshield as briefly as it passed them. As it shrank into the space beyond there came another one, then another one.

"AA fire!" Krystal shouted. "Hold on!" She pulled hard on the controls, weaving the craft through a gauntlet of deadly flak that zoomed past them. Every gun on that side of the planet was aimed at them, firing with a blind fury.

Poor Fox was swung around the back of the shuttle like a ragdoll. He would float halfway down the cabin before crashing back into the wall when Krystal would jerk on the controls. Only when the firing thinned out into nothing did she relax and let go of the controls.

"[Computer, auto-pilot. Artificial gravity.]" she said in the mercenary's language.

The AI repeated the command, and at last the crushing G-forces towards the rear vanished, transferring to the floor at planet level. Fox tumbled to the floor, alive, but bruised. His head rang and his body felt like it had been thrown in the wash. He let out a groan and tried to get up.

Krystal looked over the back of the pilot seat. Her powers as an empath struck her with his pain. "Fox!" She unbuckled the strap and came running after him. "How bad are you hurt?"

He rolled onto his side with his back to the rear wall. Every bone in his body felt like it had been taken out and used in a giant maraca, but he didn't let that distract from the danger. He pointed past her at the pilot seat. "Not bad. Get on the controls. They'll be sending fighters after us."

"We're way ahead of them now," she said. "We're out of range and we've got a head start. I've got the afterburners going. If they do manage to catch up to us, well then there's nothing we can do about it."

Fox groaned a sigh. "That's reassuring."

"Come on. Let's lay you down." Before he could protest she went running over towards one of the shuttle's many cabinets. The biggest one fell open with the turn of the latch, revealing to be a pull-out cot complete with a small pillow and a folded up blanket. She came back over to him to help.

She was waved off as he tried standing. "I'm fine. I can stand."

"You're not fine. I bounced you around like a ball." She tucked one paw under his armpit and pulled him to his feet.

"Yeah, well it's not your fault." He sniffled and put a finger to his nostrils to make sure they weren't bleeding. "That was some of the best flying I've ever seen. You got us out in one piece, and in this shoddy thing. I'm impressed."

Krystal rolled her eyes. "I told you I've flown one of these before. It's the same model I boarded the Great Fox with. Any cadet half their way out of the academy can pilot these things." She walked him towards the cot. Halfway there she saw him walking on his own power so she pulled her paw from his armpit.

"Doesn't make it any less brave." He came to a seat on the edge of the cot. He didn't want to admit it, but it was a terrific load off his battered body. "We're alive because of you."

"We're not totally safe, you know. They'll send out patrols. It'll be hard to find us, but if they do... Well, I already told you."

"Yeah, you did." Fox scratched the back of his head. "I just wish I'd landed somewhere safer..."

Krystal rolled her eyes and stomped over to the pilot's seat. "Not this again..."

"I'm just saying there was probably somewhere better to land. Just a little bit farther, maybe a few more clicks, and they wouldn't have found us."

Krystal plopped down in the pilot's seat and turned it around to face him. She wore an annoyed look. "I told you it was a patrol. They have them all over the planet. It's impossible to predict where they'll be at any time."

Fox shook his head bitterly. "I just wish I didn't lose a fighter like that. My first loss and it's not to combat but to a lousy patrol." He looked away from her to conceal his shame. "It's lousy, is what it is."

Krystal frowned. She'd been subjected to his guilt ever since their ship was found. It nagged at him something awful. She came over and sat next to him, her paw resting on his shoulder. "Hey, we all gotta lose some battles. Some are more bearable than others. You're the great Fox McCloud. You really think a minor incident like this is gonna make anyone think less of you?"

He looked at her. It was a kind sentiment, but it failed to cleanse the thought that bothered him so ruthlessly: My father wouldn't have let a ship get away from him like that. If he did, he would've been the one to save everybody. "No, I don't think so," he lied.

"No, they won't. So far this has technically been a successful mission. We have the intel and we're still alive." She frowned. "You do have the intel, right?"

He smiled wryly and pulled out a hard drive from his back pocket. "Right here."

Her smile returned. "You see? Nothing to worry about. Besides..." Her paw slid from his shoulder to his upper back which she began to rub. "Now you and I can spend some time together all alone."

Fox chuckled. "Maybe we can practice some trust exercises to help better our teamwork on the field."

"Is that so?" She leaned into him, her breast pressing into his upper arm. "I have a few exercises in mind already."

His heart throbbed. It was good that blonde fur covered his cheeks or else she would've seen the blush that rose in them. "We haven't been off the planet a full ten minutes, and here you are suggesting we know each other carnally." He spoke playfully, though with a concerted edge to ensure that he was still being serious.

"Canally? I'm just going along with what you said, 'trust exercises' and all."

"And what kind did you have in mind?"

Her tail flicked behind her. "You tell me."

Fox stayed quiet. The heat of her bosom pressed into his arm was like a buzz of electricity throughout his body. The only thing separating their flesh was the thin armor of her bra piece. The moment he felt a stir in his underwear he shifted away from her.

"Perhaps it won't be necessary. Let's focus on getting out of here alive."

Krystal expected as much, but was still disappointed. She sat upright on the cot. "Right."

"Can this thing send a distress beacon?"

"It can, but I don't think we should, at least not yet."

"Why's that?"

"We're still far too close to the planet. Anything we send out the mercenaries are guaranteed to pick up on. Our only hope is putting at least two megaclicks between us and them before we throw out a call."

"Alright, and how fast is the ship going?"

Krystal got up to go to the dashboard. "Mach 15."

"How long until two megaclicks?"

Krystal had to do the math in her head. She peered up at the ceiling and mouthed the numbers. "Four days at the very least."

Fox slumped back against the wall with a groan. "That figures. Do we have any supplies in here to last us that long?"

"It's an emergency shuttle. It usually holds enough supplies to last at least a few weeks adrift in space. Oxygen won't be a problem either." Krystal came back to the rear of the cabin where she opened one of the cabinets to reveal rows and rows of unopened MRE's and water packets. "There we go. That'll last us the next 96 hours and beyond."

"That's good at least." Fox put his paw on the back of his neck and stretched it. "I just don't know what we're gonna do until then."

"I thought we already discussed that," said Krystal with a suave smirk. She drifted over to the cot and sat down next to him with a flourish of her tail. "We can chat about whatever. Perhaps get to know each other better, in more ways than one." Her paws gripped the edge of the cot. One of them scooted towards him until it was touching his thigh. "Four days in a cramped shuttle means we ought to make the most of it."

He did not miss the flirty tone, nor the way her tail flicked towards him and brushed his bare back. Fox wasn't a naive man, but neither was he so brazen. "I think you and I know everything there is to know about each other by this point, don't we? How many missions have we been on before this one? Over a dozen? Feel free to tell me anything about yourself that I don't already know."

One of her ears twitched in a sort of scoff. God, he's so dodgy. "I just might. The same goes for you, McCloud. You know my powers require me to help people in any way I can, and I do mean any way." Another playful beat of the tail.

He felt the heat rise in his cheeks at just the look in her eyes. He straightened his back to get it away from her tail. "If it's all the same, I think we should get some rest. We're both beat to hell from that mission. Some sleep will do us both some good."

Her tail stopped moving. She hid her disappointment by looking off into the cabin, away from him. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." As she was looking away she felt his weight coming off the cot as he slid off and stood up. "What are you doing?"

"I figured you'd sleep in the cot. You're the one that got us out of here. You earned it."

He may as well have insulted her mother. "Absolutely not! You're beaten to a pulp!"

"I'm fine!" he insisted, turning around to show his bruised torso. "I'll sleep in the pilot's chair, or one of the shuttle seats in the back."

"You will do no such thing. I won't allow it." She crossed her arms. "I'm not gonna sit back and let you sleep in some stiff chair so you can feed your chivalry. You're sleeping on the cot, and that's final."

He sighed. Doesn't look like I'm winning this argument. "Fine. So you're OK with sleeping in the chair?"

"As a matter of fact, no, I'm not. I'm sleeping in the cot with you."

His eyes went round. "You are? Wait, you don't have to."

"The hell I don't. Neither one of us is gonna sleep in some hard corner of this shuttle." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "That won't make you uncomfortable, will it?"

Just the thought of them huddled together in bed made his heart throb excitedly. He tried to remain stoic, though the soft jerk of his tail betrayed his nerves. "No, it won't, not if it isn't for you."

Krystal smiled. "Not in the slightest. I enjoy having company in bed, don't you?"

It had been a while since he had, though he wasn't willing to admit that. "I do, just haven't had it with a colleague, you know?"

"Well, there's a first time for everything. Don't be so uptight about it. I'll keep it professional, promise." Then she winked.

Fox wasn't sure how to interpret it, but he correctly assumed there was no point in debating. He was far too exhausted. "Alright. I will be too."

"Good to hear, now take off those heavy pants and get comfy, Captain."

Being told to remove his clothes, even if just a single part, by such a beautiful woman made his tummy do somersaults. He unhooked the webbing from around his toro and threw it onto one of the seats. His paws went to untie his boots but stopped once he noticed how closely she was watching.

She looked away respectfully. "It's OK. I'm not looking."

"I'm not bothered if you do," he lied through his teeth.

"Mmhmm, sure."

After kicking off his boots Fox undid his fly and pulled down his heavy cargo pants, leaving him in a skintight pair of black compression shorts that hugged the shape of his manhood closely. He came just short of putting his paws over his bulge by balling his fists next to his hips. He was now ten times as mindful of where Krystal was looking.

Her eyes cut towards him to see the most of his nudity. Her gaze's venture to his crotch bulge was inevitable, though it lasted only for a split second. The rest of the time was spent admiring his taut musculature, a great highway of sinew and veins glossed over by golden blonde fur.

He caught the brief moment of her looking at his penis bulge and felt his stomach tighten. His mouth opened to speak, but his throat was too tight. "Ahem, you gonna wear that to bed?"

She looked down at her stealth outfit. "No, I hadn't planned on it." Her eyes swooped up at him. "Unless you want me to."

He shook his head. "No, I don't. I mean, not if it's uncomfortable. If it is, you can. I don't want you to wear anything that will, you know, make things harder." Each sentence just fumbled over the next one, creating another correction and excuse.

"It's alright," she said. "I'll take it off. This thing's not as comfy as it looks, anyway." She reached behind her and unhooked the top. It peeled off her chest, leaving behind a dainty, white strapless bra that held aloft her pert bosom. She kept her eyes trained on Fox while she tossed it aside, noting how deeply he was trained on her snowy cleavage. Finally he realized where he was staring and snapped his head away. Krystal laughed. "Don't be so bashful. I don't mind."

His heart was roaring in his chest and his cheeks were on fire. "I know, I'm just... trying to be professional, like you said."

"Of course you are. You're doing a very good job." She slid her skirt down her legs. In its wake was a small pair of underwear that matched her bra and underbelly fur. She crawled back onto the cot and lied on her side with her head propped on her fist, facing him. "Come and join me, Captain."

Fox dared to look. For one terrifying moment he thought she was bottomless; the white of her panties were nearly the same shade as her underbelly fur. Once he realized she wasn't nude he was able to relax. Calm down, McCloud. None of this means anything. Though it would've been a shameless lie to say he didn't hope it did. He came up to the cot and laid down with her. It was only wide enough so that they both had to be on their side. Krystal was backed up into the wall and Fox was on the very edge. He kept his head on the pillow with one paw underneath it. Ignoring the living, breathing, warm woman just behind him was difficult. It became impossible when she wrapped an arm around his midsection and scooted up to him, her tummy and breasts flattening against his back.

There was an explosion of chills across his skeleton, making his fur go into a fluff. He tried playing it off, even though he could not stop his tail from flicking wildly. "Goodnight, Krystal."

She let out a soft purr into the back of his neck. "Mmmm, goodnight."

The two of them closed their eyes. Fox did not take long to drift into sleep, the exhaustion and fatigue having taken its toll on him. Krystal, meanwhile, took a while longer. Though she was equally tired, something was building inside her that kept her awake for a little while longer. A pressure, an urge, a soft whisper asking her to get up and take care of it.

It went ignored for now. So long as Fox was with her, she would have to refuse it. She nuzzled the back of his neck, let out a sigh, then fell asleep.

* * *

It was much, much worse when she woke up. No longer a polite request, the urge had become a boisterous demand that she could not ignore. Her bladder was full to bursting. The floor muscle was clenched at its tightest, aching after an entire night's worth of holding it closed. It was the first sensation she was introduced to when she woke up, followed by the absence of Fox lying in front of her. She opened her eyes to see him sitting in the pilot's seat, checking the gauges on the dashboard. He was back in his cargo pants, though his boots and webbing were still off.

Krystal clenched her jaw. No, this isn't good. These things don't have toilets. Dammit! She curled her legs into a fetal position with the knees clamped together. The weight on her bladder was constant, begging for a release of its contents. There came a wave of pressure strong enough to make her squirm. The tiniest squeak seeped through her teeth. Four days, she reminded herself. Suddenly spending all that time with her crush was not as appealing anymore.

Fox heard her whimper and turned around. He smiled. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

She forced a smile. "Sure did." With her knees still glued together she pushed herself into a sitting position and hung her legs over the edge of the cot. She remained hunched over, paws folded between her thighs in front of her beleaguered pizzle. Her ears were drooped and a distant stare painted her face.

Fox frowned. "You OK? You look haggard."

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Better, now that I've got some sleep. Just watching the radar and our speed. We're still a ways away from being out of range. Luckily it's been quiet. I'm pretty sure they've given up on us." He narrowed his eyes. "You sure you're alright? You really look like you're in pain."

She laughed uneasily. "Well, it's hard to explain. Don't worry about it." She nodded her head at the controls. "Have you ever flown one of these before? Think you can get a handle on it?"

He knew an attempt at dodging a question when he saw it. "Come on, Krystal. What's wrong? You're not gonna hold anything back from me, not while we're locked up in here together."

She tightened her jaw and cursed inwardly. No way I'm gonna hide it forever. "Well... If you want me to be honest..."

"I do."

"Yeah... I, uh... I kinda gotta pee really badly."

He blinked once and lifted his brow. "Oh."

Embarrassment made her heart plummet into her gut. "Yeah..."

He looked around the cabin. "Is there a receptacle somewhere?"

"That's the thing. These emergency shuttles don't have those. They've got food for weeks, but nowhere to do your business."

It was his turn to feel dread. "You're kidding."

She shook her head. Her body was starting to rock in place to ward off the worsening urge. "I wish I was."

"I see." He looked off towards the rear of the cabin. A moment passed where neither of them said anything, where Krystal stewed in the agony of her swelling pee balloon and continued to rock back and forth like a restless child. Fox broke the silence with a suggestion. "Why don't you just go in a cup or something?"

She let out a small whimper. "Nnn... I don't know if there's anything big enough to hold everything I've got."

Fox marched up to the cabinets on the wall. "Come on. There has to be something."

Krystal got up from the cot and joined the frantic search for something to pee into. She shuffled from cabinet to cabinet, knees knocked together, rustling her paw through the contents to find a proper receptacle. To her great dismay there was nothing. Krystal growled her frustration and slammed the last cabinet.

"Nothing," she said. "There's nothing in here." She sat back on the cot and resumed her rocking, now with more desperation.

It killed Fox to see her in such agony. He scratched the back of his head. I don't wanna tell her this, but it looks like we don't have a choice. "You could just go in the corner."

She snapped her head at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He pointed at the far corner near the rear of the shuttle. "Just squat over there and pee."

Disgust and indignation created a hideous sneer on her face. "Are you out of your mind? I'm not doing that!"

Fox shrugged. "What other choice do you have? If it's as bad as you say it is I don't think you're gonna hold it for the next few days. You don't want to get sick or burst your bladder."

The thought of her bladder popping was dreadful, but letting it out in the corner in the presence of Fox wasn't much better. It was insulting that he had even suggested it, though she understood that he was just being practical. "Well... I'm not just gonna let it out on the corner. What if we make a maneuver and it sloshes around the floor?" She pictured a tidal wave of yellow water coursing along the floor of the shutter, splashing about their feet.

Fox had the same image. It made him sneer. "Yeah, I guess." Looking back at the rear of the shuttle he saw the booster seats hanging off the wall. The cushions were made of soft upholstery. "You could do it on the seat cushions. They might absorb some of it."

Krystal looked over at the seats. For a moment she stopped rocking. "Yeah... I guess that could work." She bit her lip uncertainly. "I don't know..."

Fox held his paws up in front of him, showing his palms. "Look, it's up to you. I know you can't hold it forever, and I don't want you to suffer. Whatever you do I promise I won't look or pay attention."

The rocking resumed as she felt another wave of pressure on her floor muscle. She let out a tortured squeaking sound as the choice was being forced on her. "OK. Just... sit in the pilot seat and look out the window. Don't you dare look behind you."

"I won't, I won't." He scurried over to the cockpit and plopped down in the seat. He kept his head forward, staring out into the starless void in front of them.

Krystal didn't bother to see where he was looking. She nearly leapt from the cot and waddled her way to the stern, knees together, bent at the waist, one fist clenched in front of her groaning bladder. She came to a stop in front of the booster seats, eyes darting between them and the smooth cabin floor. On the floor or on the seats? On the floor or on the seats? Again she pictured a pool of her pee sloshing about the cabin in long, torrential waves. The cushion it is.

There were three seats. She scrambled up the middle one with her nimble feet perched on the ones beside it, facing the rear wall. Pulling aside the G-string of her underwear revealed the crack of her pompous blue butt. Her cunny protruded smugly, its two neatly pursed lips hovering above the plush seat cushions.

She tried relaxing, but Fox's presence behind her kept her floor muscle firmly clenched. An entire life of continence meant she could not so easily let her waters fly in the presence of someone else. For several seconds she squatted there, legs shivering, cursing and whimpering under her breath while begging for her bladder to let go until finally...

Fsssssssssssssssssssssss-

It came out as a single stream, ramrod straight and clear like fountain water. It hissed from her pizzle and thudded onto the seat cushion, its many droplets flowering out from the stream's epicenter. The relief was orgasmic. Her jaw fell open and her eyelids fluttered. What pleasure she could find in letting go was crushed by the reminder that Fox was behind her.

He had waited for her to start with sickening anticipation. For a fleeting moment he thought that she was already going and that he wouldn't have to listen to the gross process. Alas, the sound of her water smacking into the upholstery hit him in the heart like a jumpscare, sending icy shivers through his body and making his ears twitch back towards her on reflex.

Both of them cringed hard, their collective embarrassment almost equal, Krystal having the edge. Her infatuation had to suffer the sounds and smells of her pissing. She imagined his contempt for her growing with each added CC she poured out of her spewing flower. What she couldn't think of was the real guilt he felt for being there. He wanted nothing more than to let her have her privacy during such a vulnerable moment, but was trapped there by the situation. He too sensed some indignation, a result of him ruining her comfort.

The flow wasn't slowing down. She sped it up with a couple heaves, and still the pee kept coming. Loudest was the continuous thud into the seat, a subtle hum on its own, a deafening roar within the cabin's tight confines. She looked over her shoulder to see if Fox was looking. He wasn't, choosing to distract himself with the control panel. His ears, however, were still turned backwards towards her.

"Cover your ears!" she all but yelled at him.

He jumped out of his skin and clapped his paws over his ears. "Sorry! I'm not listening." Guilt raked at him something awful.

Yes you were, Krystal thought, but did not say. She looked forward to watch her stream unload on the seat. Yes, the upholstery had absorbed most of it, but there was still a great deal of it sloshing around the chair. Her heart dropped when she heard it dripping off the edge and onto the floor. She pouted softly. "Noooooo..." Her only consolation was that she had asked Fox to cover his ears, though that would not spare him from the haughty smell that had infused itself on the shuttle like a fog.

At last the stream died into a piddle, then a drip, then nothing at all. The booster seat was utterly saturated with peepee. More of it was constellated on the floor. Streaks of it ran down the wall. With the greatest shame hung on her chest she carefully stepped down to the floor where her feet stepped into a layer of her own moisture. Her inner ankles had been sprinkled and her slot was still moist. One finger kept her panties off her pussy as she needed to wipe it first. Looking around she saw nothing that would help. Desperate, she opened the pantry and found a packet of napkins. With no other choice, she ripped it open, plucked a few squares, then aggressively wiped her cunt dry. The clotted, wet paper was tossed onto the seat where it continued to collect her water.

The deed was done. Looking towards Fox she saw him with his paws still over his ears, bent forward like he was trying to read some fine print on the dashboard. Part of her said not to alert him, to make him stay in that position until it was time to call for help. Any chance with him is dead now, she thought dismally. We might as well pretend we don't exist. Of course, she was not so cruel to put him through that. It wasn't his fault she had to pee, nor hers. That didn't stop her from feeling the bitterest humiliation.

She stepped up to him and tapped his shoulder. He sat upright and looked up at her, a morose look on his face. "Feel better?" he asked.

Physically, for sure. Mentally, not so much. She nodded sadly. "I do." Her paws laced together in front of her thighs. She could not bring herself to look him in the eyes. "I... I'm sorry you had to go through that," she said. "I really didn't want to do that."

He swiveled around in his chair to face her while shaking his head profusely. "No, no, no. Don't you dare apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. I feel bad for being here and not being able to let you have your privacy."

Now she consoled him. "No, that wasn't your fault. It wasn't either of ours, really."

"It really wasn't. There really isn't any reason for either of us to be embarrassed. It's just, uh..." He scratched the back of his head. "An awkward situation."

She grew crestfallen. "Yeah, you can say that again."

More guilt for him. "Hey, don't worry about it. These kinds of things happen. No control over it. I'll probably have to do the same later on." But let's try not to think about that. "It's OK to be embarrassed, but don't beat yourself up over it, OK?"

She couldn't make any promises. "OK."

He smiled. "Cool. Have a seat on the cot and get comfy. We're gonna be here for a while." As she stepped towards the cot to sit down he spotted the mess for the first time. Damn, she really had to go. His nose sniffed the air involuntarily, picking up her crisp, bodily aroma. It burned the inside of his nostrils all the way to the brain. A shiver made his fur stand on end and his nipples go hard, something Krystal could see as she sat down. Most bothersome was the stir of his penis in his underwear. He could feel the sheathe distending around his cockhead. A sudden swivel of the chair to the side helped conceal any budding erection.

Krystal noticed, but didn't think it serious yet. "So, how many clicks on our journey?"

"Ah, well. We slept for about 8 hours. It says on the odometer that we've gone 150 kiloclicks. Still a ways to go." That fact settled upon him as each whiff of her scent added degree to how far his penis was out of its cocoon. One paw pulled on the waist of his pants, the first of what would be many adjustments. "We can make it though. I think."

"I'm sure we will." Krystal was frowning. She could tell he was uncomfortable, but for a reason that wasn't her going to the bathroom on the seat. He was jittery where he sat, constantly readjusting his position and fidgeting with his pants. No, this was a different kind of squirm. She could feel it in her powers. "Are you OK?"

He looked back up at her. "Huh?"

"I said are you OK?"

"Uhh, yeah! I'm fine. Just..." My dick is getting ready to rage, my balls feel like rocks, my face is on fire, and the shuttle smells like raw sex. "Just a little restless, I guess. Not a lot of legroom in here." The moment he said that his penis had achieved full staff, fully impressing itself on the crotch of his pants. He swiveled the rest of the way around to face the windshield, hiding his inconspicuous tent.

Krystal had a feeling as to what was going on. "Well, if you're so restless you can get up and workout, perhaps. Maybe pace around a bit."

Fox had switched to breathing through his mouth in a hope that it would mitigate the effect in his loins. All it did was inffuse the taste of her pheromones on his tongue and throat, worsening the ordeal. He patted his knees at a random beat. "No, I don't think that's necessary." Again he grabbed at his pants to pull it off his furious pecker. The smell had gotten so strong that his eyes were starting to water.

"Don't want to get close to my mess, do you?"

"Ahhh, no, it's not that."

"Then what is it?" she asked, confident she knew the answer. She stood up from the cot and sauntered over. Standing right behind the pilot seat she laid her paws on the backrest, just behind his bare shoulders.

He jumped when he realized how close she was. He leaned away, hiding his cock bulge underneath his torso. The source of that scent was inches away, all but drilling that aphrodisiac into his nose. "It's... nothing," he insisted.

"It isn't? Well, you're acting awfully fidgety over nothing." She tilted her head to the side curiously. "You know you can tell me. No point in keeping it buried while we're stuck together."

He knew she had a point, and still he kept reticent. Her proximity alone was torture, and yet he couldn't get up lest she spot the mound his penis created. He turned his blushing face away and gulped. "I think I'm in a rut," he said finally.

She expected as much, and yet hearing him say it out loud still made her heart flutter. "OK."

He looked up at her guiltily. "I think it's your mess that's making me like this." That was a lie in that he thought it. In truth, he knew for a fact that it was.

Suddenly, Krystal wasn't so keen on interrogating him. Her expression grew shocked. "Oh." She backed away from the chair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault." He chuckled awkwardly. "I'm not bothered by the mess or anything, it's just got me bothered and hot, if you know what I mean."

"I do." Her eyes fell to the portion of the chair where she knew his erection was hidden. Common decency kept her from leaning over for a better look. What she could see was his bare trunk and the many lines of wiry muscle that defined it. A heat fell onto her chalice as she pictured him nude, that stiff pole of red meat jutting out of him on accord of her scent. Her tail began to sway behind her out of her control. She didn't try stopping it. Instead she stepped back up to the chair and leaned over it, her breasts hovering towards his head assertively. "Well, if there's anything you want me to do about it, I'll be happy to."

His eyes went round. At once his gaze fell right into her cleavage, a pool of white softness he wanted to wet his face in. His cock throbbed painfully, bleeding free a drip of precum. Heat made his entire face red as he looked up at her face and recognized the look of a woman interested in him.

To speak he had to gulp first. "That... That won't be necessary."

"Are you sure?" Her paw drifted from the backrest to his shoulder where she laid her fingers softly. "You know I can't just let you stew in your rut like that. I can help you with it."

Those four fingertips resting on his shoulder were like beacons of arousal. Energy rolled through her claws and buzzed down his back like a curtain of water. He peeled away from her and stood out of the chair, his stony rod tenting the front of his pants. "I'm fine," he said flatly while making a rush for the cot.

Krystal watched him go, eyes locked on his bowsprit. He sat on the cot with one leg kicked over the other, a small attempt to hide his excitement. Too late. Krystal had already seen everything. She dropped the sexy attitude and walked over to sit down next to him on his left. He looked away, incidentally towards the pee seat. His nose continued twitching at the spicy miasma it created.

"You know it's OK to get like that," she told him. "To be in a rut, I mean."

"I know," he said. "I just wish I had a better grip on it."

"Well, if it's a better grip you want, I'll be happy to provide." She leaned up to him. The top slope of her tits leered towards his shoulder.

He felt her looming like a giant presence, one that made that entire side of him seize. His penis pressed into his pants as it throbbed again, something Krystal noticed. "You don't have to do that," he said.

"No, I don't, but I want to. I've always wanted to."

He looked at her. "Always?"

"Well, for a long time at least. For as long as I've known you." She leaned on one arm and kept her chest pointed at him in a way that would grab his attention. It worked seeing how often his eyes would jump there. "I've always respected you as a pilot, but I've had other feelings too, you know."

It was as though a noose had tightened itself around his throat. His heart was ready to fly out of his chest and his tummy was in knots. "I... I'm surprised to hear you say that."

"You are?"

He was quiet for a moment. "No, not really. I... I might've caught on to a few hints of yours."

She chortled. "Which ones? I've tried flirting with you virtually every other conversation we've had."

A modest smile came across his face. "Yeah, well. You know I try to keep things professional."

"And you do a very good job of it. Maybe too good." She laid a paw on his thigh, close to the knee. "But things don't always have to be so serious, don't you agree? If there are feelings to be had, it's best not to deny them. I would know." She heard his breath deepening. He was staring ahead blankly, though the bloody tint to his cheeks told her everything.

"I... I guess you're right."

"I know I am." She sat upright and reached around her back. The clasp on her bra came undone and she removed it, letting her breasts spill into a more wholesome shape. Her soft blue nippled perked in the chill cabin air, staring ahead at the bashful fox whose breath had caught in his chest. She thrusted her chest at him proudly. "You can look, touch, do whatever. It's OK. I want you to."

Fox was frozen. His eyes were locked right where she wanted them to be, unmoving as the two of them sat there within arm's reach of each other. His paws balled into fists at his sides, wanting nothing more than to feel those gossamer half-globes but too struck to so much as lift themselves.

Krystal expected as much, thus she made the first move. Her left paw came towards his lap, fingers aiming for the zipper. He gasped once her fingers were on the button, gently maneuvering it out of its hole so that the flaps fell apart. She pinched the zipper tab and pulled it down, unraveling the many steel teeth until she could see a swollen wedge of his underwear. She rubbed his bulge with the tips of her fingers, rolling them back and forth across the outer cusp of his scrotum, just beneath where his shaft was arcing to the right. The orbs squished and rolled around with her. The heat of his package and the moisture of his precum burned on her skin.

"Just relax," she huffed, looking at him with those crystalline blue eyes. "Let me help you."

He was panting through his mouth. Something like trepidation contorted his features. Her rubbing alone had him feeling like he was about to explode. Things escalated when she pried the flaps of his fly apart and hooked a finger into his waistband. Out sprouted his sandy blonde pubes, then the blood red shimmer of his cock. It swung outwards towards the ceiling, sprouting from his lap proudly in all its vascular masculinity. The knot, bulbous and unburst, sat at the root, just above the sheathe.

Krystal's paw drew upwards to hold it. Angelically soft palm met burning hot shaft, the latter of which thrummed against her touch. Fox's claws sank into the cot as his fists clenched. It was his everything not to cum right then and there. The torpid up and down of her fingertips drew out another glassy bead of precum.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" huffed Krystal.

Fox gulped. "Yeah..." He loathed how twisted his voice was with delight.

"Want me to make you cum like this?" she asked.

"Y-yeah, that'd be great, but..."

She tilted her head. "But?"

"Can I... Can I do the same to you? Like..." He held up one paw with two fingers extended. He made a soft flicking motion.

Krystal's breasts bounced as she laughed. "Yes, you can do that. I'd love it."

He smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, cool." He brought his right hand into her lap. His fingers brushed the fabric of her underwear. He found them moist, not from relieving herself earlier, but because of a loathsome arousal that had plagued her ever since she knew he was horny. He rubbed the smooth plain just above her chalice. There was the gentle scrape of her crotch fur beneath the fabric and the divot where it sank into her pussy. He heard her sigh softly, a sign he was doing well.

He pulled aside the G-string. His pointer and middle fingers slid deeper between her thighs, palm facing upwards. There was the scalding hot feel of her juices on his fingers, the tender flesh hugging him so that he would milk it for more. Her head swooned while her grip on his pecker tightened. A pang of pleasure made him bite his lip. His fingers slid deeper, reaching the opposite corner of her trench then gliding back to the other, right above where her precious pearl lay hidden.

Her jaw fell open to let in a soft gasp. "Uhh... Ohh..."

He didn't have to be an empath to tell that she liked that. His two fingers made a tight circle around her bead, brushing it directly on every other orbit. Her core muscles started to vibrate. Each exhale was just short of a moan. The delicate way she handled his pole grew more possessive as she rubbed it knot to head so that it swerved at her tempo.

Soon the both of them were panting hard, their collective ecstasies written on their faces. Fox's head fell back on the wall with a soft thump. Krystal's eyes focused on nothing, not even the dick she stroked so deftly. The sharp hooks and jimmies his fingers performed on her clit had her whole body starting to quake.

She started moaning for real. "Huhhh! Huhhh... Ohhh... Ohhh..."

Fox managed a boastful smile. "That good, huh?"

Through the moans she could giggle. "Yes... You're so good at THAT! Huhhh! Yes! Yes~"

"Ahah... You're not too shabby yourself. Mmmm... I'm not gonna last much longer. Ahhhh..."

"Mmmm... I want you to cum... Huhhh..."

"Yeah," he huffed. "I want you to cum too."

Thus they savored each other's expertise for a while longer, stewing in the pure bliss of soft paws and deft fingers. Each of Krystal's breaths staggered, something that worsened as her pleasure began to peak.

"Ohhh, Fox... I'm cumming... Huhhh... Keep doing that. I'm cumming!" Between words her mouth would fall open into an erotic O, either gasping or moaning.

Fox was more aggressive during his approach to the summit. His lips furled back into a pearly white snarl. "Hahhhhh, so am I. Nnnnnnnn, God! I'm close too!"

"Oh God. Huhhh... Ohhh, Fox... Keep going. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhh. Yes! I'm cumming!" Her voice soared into a fermata as her head was thrown back, hips bucking upon the violent crash of her orgasm. Her torso timbered over backwards. She nearly fell over before she caught herself with her free paw. The hips were bucking wildly, spasms having beset her core muscles under the great burst of euphoria.

Her grip on Fox's penis remained true, all the way to his own epic climax. "Hyuuuhhhhhhhh~!" Ripping from his cock was a thin rope of ivory, a spindle which whipped into the air and then plummeted back into his lap as an assortment of milky pearls. His cock muscle pumped on each spurt. They came down among his lap, the cot, the floor, and Krystal's still-jerking paw.

At last her orgasm waned and she slumped backwards away from him. Her fingers came from around his pecker, leaving it to slump to the side as it began to soften. Both drowned in a sea of dopamine, the core of their pleasure centered around their resplendent sexes. Krystal took several moments to stop shaking. Her lungs jerked in her chest, close to hyperventilating.

A smile stretched her mouth. "Ohhhh, Fox... Huhhhh... I liked that. Mmmmm..."

"Hahhhhh... So did I." He looked down at the mess he'd splattered across himself and the surrounding area. "Damn... Can't remember the last time I let out that much."

"Mmmm, happy to be the girl who did it." She sat back up and leaned up to him, one paw resting on his pec. Their faces came together to begin kissing, a step they had skipped but were very pleased to come back to. Tongues sparred. The smack of their lips echoed throughout the small cabin. Fox could feel his penis already on the way to another erection. His knot, now burst to a haughty size, ached terribly.

Their mouths parted with a rude suction noise. Hot, humid huffs of air were shared between their gaping maws. Eyes opened in tandem, seeing each other in a spectacular light for the first time.

"Fox," Krystal said softly.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to fuck me."

He gulped. "Yeah. I wanna do that too."

"Take your pants off." It was not a request.

"R-right." Fox jumped off the cot to hurriedly shove his pants and underwear the rest of the way down his lithe legs. His pecker waved out in front of him, halfway to being hard again. He started jerking it back to life while Krystal did away with her panties, joining his nudity. She lay back on the cot, one leg hanging off the edge, the other bent against the wall. Her bright pink pussy sat splayed between her thighs, the aftermath of her orgasm clotted around those gnarled lips.

Fox had his eyes on it. He jerked himself frantically, trying to get hard again. "Sorry," he huffed. "This might take a second."

"It's OK," she said. "There's something else you can do while you wait."

"Yeah?"

She slid her paw down her stomach, right over her cunt. "I hope you're hungry~" she cooed with a sultry smile.

Fox stopped masturbating and grinned. "Oh, I sure am." He giddily slid onto the bed, lying on his chest between her open legs. His snout drifted into the cloud of pheromones wafting from her girl flesh. Here was the source, the hottest and purest point where his senses melted under her heat. He scooted closer and hooked his arms under her thighs so that they rested on his shoulders. His snout dove into her pube, drawing in a sharp whiff. "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." he groaned. His fluffy fox tail danced in the air above him. He made the brief journey to her slit, landing his lips on her more feminine pair.

The cold nip of his nose sent a dagger right up her spine, throwing it into a steep arch that put the top of her head on the cot. A gasp swept into her, inflating her chest. "Huhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, Fox~"

He went to work, pressing his nose into the upper corner of her flower where he could drill his tongue inside of her. There was that thin hood of flesh, wet and vulnerable, beset with nerves most sensitive. He probed it with his hips, suckling it with brief smooches. Krystal was more than receptive, her torso jittering to the cadence of his princely kisses.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh God! Mmmmmmm!" She watched the top half of his handsome face bury itself between her legs. His eyes were closed, an intense focus driving him to bring out more of her pleasure.

He did so with a lap of the tongue, right across her pearl. Spine-bending delight made her moan. Her legs closed around his head, locking him in place. Curling toes scraped and rolled around his upper back. It was all motivation to begin flicking his tongue at her, the start of some very theatrical retorts that were deafening within the cabin. She jerked, squirmed, and writhed against him. His head rolled around with her, refusing to leave the sweet honey pot he currently gorged on. It was a reserve of feminine tastes and smells so precious that he would not leave it so easily.

Krystal grabbed a fistful of his hair and humped into his snout. Her hips were suspended in the air with just her shoulders and head keeping her up on the cot. The sharpest delight like nothing she had ever experienced before had befallen her womanhood, still growing with every second he lashed his tongue on her.

Her orgasm was cataclysmic.

It launched a spasmic fit that nearly threw her off the cot and Fox's yolk. Her ass bounced off the mattress with each contraction, those angelic bursts of colors holding her voice at a caterwaul. Fox held on through it all, even through the neck-choking clench of her thighs and the thickish clot of cum cream that bled onto his nose. His tongue still flicked at her clit, drawing out her climax for as much as he could.

It faded eventually, and the chaos came to an end with Krystal splayed out on the cot, head turned to the side with her arms limp beside them, chest heaving. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh... Fox... Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A grinning Fox pried his snout out of her cunny. Her sex product was smeared across his nose and lips. "Did you like that?"

She let out a whimper and laid her paw on her forehead. "God... I feel like I'm with the stars. Huhhh... My head is swimming."

The satisfaction was his. He gave her quim another smooch, gently this time. "Glad to hear it." He slid off the end of the cot and stood up. His cock was hard again, aching for action.

She saw it and felt a mutual need, the aftershock of her previous climax not having yet left her rubberized legs. She fingered her pussy and sighed. "Hahhhh... I want you inside me so bad..."

"Yeah... How do you want me?"

She gulped. "From behind."

"Alright," he said, heart racing. "Get in position."

She did so readily, coming off the cot so that she could bend over it at a right angle, paws holding her up on the mattress. Her plump ass jutted behind her with the tail drooped to the side invitingly. Even more welcoming was the saucy look in her eyes. "Come here, Captain~"

He split a wide grin. "Yes ma'am~"

Fox stomped over and stood behind her, wagging his pecker in front of him. Seeing her bent over in front of him made his heart soar. "You look so beautiful from this angle," he huffed.

"I know I do," she said. "Now shut up and breed me."

"Y-yeah." He laid one paw on her blissfully soft haunch and pulled it off its twin. He laid eyes on her quim and the taut star just above it. He guided the tip of his rocket into her gates, creating a shudder of delight in them both. His hips came forward, propelling his manhood into her quim until it coddled his shaft tightly. White hot flesh, tight and wet, made him groan and shiver.

"Ohhh..." moaned Krystal. It was so heavenly to feel him inside her at last. His descent into her chalice was slow and steady. At last she had him to the knot, pressed it into her gaped, weeping pussy lips.

Their voices harmonized in conjoined pleasure. Fox began to fuck her in long, heavy strokes. His whole body went into each thrust. Pushes and pulls on her hips were done at a similar tempo. He did not go hard or fast, intent on savoring the bliss of her cunt grip for as long as he could. Krystal sang him her approval, swooning her head and saying his name. He would say hers while his paws made journeys around her body, massaging her back, stroking her tail, and pinching her butt.

At last he felt the inevitable coming. His face contorted and his voice cracked. "Uhhhhhh, Krystal. I'm close. Huhhhh... I'm gonna cum! Huhhhh!"

"Ohhhh, yes..." breathed the vixen. "Fox, baby... Ohhh... Cum inside me... Yes... Yes..."

He obeyed dutifully, letting out a doleful cry as the second round of seed ropes came spitting into her womb. His hips were thrusted as far as they could go, the knot pressed into her cunny on the verge of popping inside. She felt his every throb and spurt against her walls. A quaint smile came across her face as she felt his warmth and listened to his stoicism melt in favor of a more sincere expression of joy.

He doubled over her upon the last drop leaving him. He watched his cock slide out of her as her drew back, that small flood of white nectar falling out of her with a gross belch. It was the most spectacular thing he'd ever seen. "Huhhh... Oh God..."

Krystal hummed her delight and curled up on the cot. She rubbed the space next to her. "Come join me, Captain."

He did so wordlessly, coming flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Krystal cuddled up to him, her head on his chest with one paw on the opposite pec. "I'm glad we got that out of our system, aren't you?"

He chuckled weakly. "Yes. Yes I am."

"What are we gonna do now?"

"Now?" He thought for a second. "Right now I wanna go back to sleep."

She smiled. "That sounds like a great idea." She kissed his cheek and closed her eyes. "Goodnight," she said softly.

Fox gazed up at the ceiling for a while longer, bathing in the heat of the woman next to him, mulling the taste of her sex on his tongue, and singing his nose with the mess she had created earlier. He closed his eyes. "Goodnight."

THE END