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Lady Loving on Christmas Eve

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by TheCuddlingFox

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It was never easy to cut back on staff and even more so when some of the furs that had to be let go of were friends and, if on varying levels, colleagues. Gloria sighed and tugged the fleece collar of her coat up, ducking into the bitter wind as she trudged down the street. Her booted hind paws crunched over frozen debris, the temperature dropping low enough to render the ground crisp even before the clock had struck a suitably late hour by her reckoning.

She swayed and stumbled over the toe of her own boot, muttering something that even she would not have repeated to fairer ears to a curse that surely had to be following her. Her head buzzed, not unpleasantly, and the fox licked her lips, tasting the fruit of Christmas cocktails all over again. At least those had tasted good. Yet perhaps attending the company holiday party, during the course of which she'd had a few more drinks than had been strictly necessary to put in an appearance, had not been the best idea she'd had of late.

She rolled her eyes. 'Holiday Party'. That was what they'd called it. Like any furs she managed would even want to go to a fecking party after their colleagues had been laid off from the company! They said that their jobs were not needed anymore, yet anyone with half a brain cell could see the strain it put on her remaining staff. Half of them or more were probably looking for jobs elsewhere already. She scoffed at the wind, scowling as it whipped her scarf away from her neck. They weren't stupid. They could see the writing on the wall as well as she could.

Shivering against the winter nip, she glanced up at the stars, folding her large ears back against her skull, although it did little to warm what had been designed to release heat. She'd be glad when winter was over, yet it would probably bring little joy to her company. Sometimes she wondered what the point in staying was, though that reason undoubtedly sat at home waiting for her to walk through the door after the chill night.

Gloria's nose twitched. Devyn. That was why she had to get home so quickly. It had been too long since she'd touched her lover's lips already.

Her steps quickened. Her Devyn was waiting for her. It would be okay once she had her Devyn again.

The fennec fox gave a little whine, tail twitching as she clacked down the pavement, a car roaring past far too quickly for the street adorned with terraced houses. Just a little longer - she wasn't too far away now - and she would be back in her lover's strong arms again, right back where she belonged.

Despite a few tipsy stumbles, Gloria finally stood before their red door, which they'd painted together, of the deceptively spacious townhouse, chest heaving beneath her thickly padded coat. She grabbed for her handbag and flinched, paw groping down her side. Her head spun. She couldn't have left it at the part, could she? The fennec fox rubbed her head and groaned, stomach churning. Would someone have picked it up? Her eyes narrowed, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. Why did there always have to be one more problem to deal with?

Well, there was no key with which she could slip into their home with without disturbing Devyn, so she raised a shaking paw to the door, rapping twice smartly with her knuckles. The knock stung her paw and she shook out the pain, flexing her fingers. She couldn't have hit it that hard, surely? She frowned. She really was not a fox that did well with the cold and wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, bouncing from paw to paw until something, or someone, shuffled on the other side of the door.

Devyn yanked the door open with a flourish and sharp bark, eyes bright and tail wagging as their eyes met. The wolf's muzzle broke into a wide grin, tongue lolling out as she stood framed in the doorway, clad in her favourite pink pyjamas with little blue polka dots around the cuffs of the sleeves and bottoms. Her head fur was tousled - had she been roused from bed? - but the wolf's eyes sparkled in the glow of the streetlights. Even Gloria had to smile, however small it was.

She was home.

"You never use the knocker when you're tipsy," Devyn giggled, grabbing Gloria's arm to tow her gently into the flat. "I can always tell! So, how was it?"

She barely gave the fox a minute to breathe before launching into one question after the other. It was only when Gloria rubbed a line down the top of her muzzle, leaning silently into her, that Devyn's stream of questions trailed off, concern suddenly sparking in her eyes. Sighing quietly, the fennec fox wrapped her arms around Devyn and pulled the wolf in close, letting her partner tuck her muzzle into the crook of her neck.

Whining softly, Devyn wagged her tail and nuzzled up the underside of Gloria's chin, slipping her fingers beneath the fox's coat to slide down to the base of her back.

"You're back late," Devyn murmured, licking the hollow at the base of her mate's neck, tail wagging gently. "I thought you didn't want to stay at that one too long?"

She hesitated, brushing muzzles with the fox.

"Was it as rough as you thought it'd be?"

Gloria swallowed and nodded, words blossoming and fading before they found their way to her lips. Stepping back, Devyn's forehead creased, fingers wrapped around Gloria's arms at the crook of her elbow as if she couldn't bear to let the fox move too far away, not even to slip out of her winter coat.

"It's been a hard year, hasn't it, sweetie?" The wolf shook her head, holding her partner tightly. "It's not your fault... You know that, right? You understand that it's not because of you?"

Gloria stiffened, tension rigid between her shoulder blades.

"I had to take them into the office and let them all go, one by one..." She forced out through gritted teeth, ears folded all the way back. "And then upper management thinks it's a good idea for me to mingle with the rest of them, the ones who survived, at a Christmas party, of all things?"

She barked a humourless laugh, pulling back and shrugging her coat from her shoulders as Devyn twisted her paws together.

"It's like they're trying to make things worse and, of course, none of them had the balls to come to the party with me. I was the only manager there! And for what? So furs who used to like me could sidle away and blame me for what they are only right in blaming me for? I may as well have been rubbing the whole sorry mess in their faces!"

The insides of her ears flushed as the words poured forth, an unstoppable flood that went on and on as her muzzle heated up. The fennec growled, no longer feeling cold in the slightest, and shoved her coat on the hook, trying a few times before managing to secure it in place. She bit down a curse that she wouldn't have wanted Devyn to hear, not from her lips, and kicked off her boots, fighting with the laces as her shoulders rolled, tail tucked in as close to her rump as her body could force it.

"Hey now."

Devyn's voice cut through the clamour as the wolf helped her out of her jacket, the armpits darker with sweat as the fox blushed in embarrassment. But before she had the chance to say anything more, Gloria hunched her shoulders and jerked her arm out of the wolf's paw.

"Sorry," Gloria muttered, holding her own arms down firmly to her sides. "That's so gross, I should have used a roll-on." Her eyes watered, but she blinked the betraying moisture away. "I didn't think before going out. I'm sorry."

Devyn chuckled and kissed Gloria's cheek.

"Don't worry about it, you've seen worse with me coming back sweaty from the gym and stuff. I look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards after going for a run too and you don't pull me up on that, do you?"

Grinning, Devyn dropped another kiss on the fox's nose.

"It's life and life's messy. Sometimes even sticky. And I wouldn't want it any other way as long as I can be with you."

The vixen pointed the tip of one toe down to the carpet, jigging awkwardly on one leg as her balance almost failed her.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't have to see the gross stuff about me..." Gloria frowned and looked down at herself. "I'm a mess. I should go shower. It's late enough as it is."

"No - wait."

The fennec fox paused, one sock-clad hind paw already on the first step of the stairs, ears perked.

"What?"

Shaking her head, Devyn drew her gently back down to the hallway and took her paw, leading the bewildered vixen into the living room. On the sofa, where they should have been curled up together for the evening, sat a large, rectangular parcel, wrapped in bright red Christmas paper with cheesy snowmen plastered over every square inch. Gloria stopped dead in her tracks as the wolf carried on, standing next to the package with a goofy grin stretching her lips.

"What's this? It's still Christmas Eve!"

Despite herself, Gloria couldn't deny the flickering of curiosity behind her worry, stress taking a backseat to the surprise her sweetheart had clearly pulled together for her. The tiniest hint of a smile pulled at the fox's lips. Could she have ever asked for a better wife?

"I think you need it more tonight than you will in the morning."

Blushing, Devyn tipped her muzzle away shyly.

"And..." She coughed, clearing her throat. "It doesn't matter to me if you're coming home sweaty or tired or just after any kind of long, hard day. It only matters to me in that I can make you happy again." The wolf's eyes shone. "And I only hope I can make..." She took a breath. "I want to make your days brighter when it's cloudy outside."

Her last words bumped clumsily into one another, but it didn't matter that she stumbled over herself as the vixen launched herself at her, enveloping her in a tight hug that could have crushed bones. Devyn exhaled softly, breath ruffling the fur atop Gloria's head and closed her eyes. She could make it right again, for Gloria, if only she gave her all and tried.

"You're the best, you know that?"

Gloria whispered into Devyn's neck, pulling back only to kiss her muzzle as the wolf blushed, hard. As perfect as the moment was, however, there was still one thing taking up space in the room, a glaring distraction that could not be ignored. Gloria gave a little yip, leaning towards it as curiosity got the better of her, pushing up onto the balls of her hind paws.

"Open it!" Devyn urged, pushing her towards the sofa. "You've earned a treat, well and truly."

The wolf bit her lip, pressing the palms of her paws together as Gloria studied the package, lifting it with two paws to place it in the centre of the sofa where she could better unwrap it.

"I hope you'll like it."

Gloria smiled.

"If it's from you, I will love it. You're so sweet to think of me..." She slipped a nail under a loose edge of paper, tearing it slowly across the top. "And I haven't even wrapped your present yet."

Devyn blinked, eyes roaming Gloria's body as if she wanted to say that her present was a little too wrapped up for her liking, but swallowed her own mirth, watching as the fennec opened her gift across the top. Squinting into the parcel, the fox tried to make sense of what it was, but so little light crept into the paper that it was impossible to tell without tearing the wrapping further. Devyn stepped in, tail tucking down even though the smile never left her muzzle.

"It may be a bit tricky to get out like that. Here - you take it from the top and I'll hold the paper at the bottom. Just be careful."

Devyn winked.

"It's a little delicate."

Together, they removed the gift from the paper and Gloria gasped, fingers twitching and then squeezing down tightly on what was revealed as a canvas. Her ears stood up straight and quivering as her jaw dropped, the vixen setting the canvas back on the sofa so that she could better appreciate it.

For it was nothing other than a portrait of her wolf and herself on their wedding day. Adorned in white dresses that complemented one another without being a matching set, Gloria's lips had been captured parted in a smile as she said her vows, paws clasped in Devyn's. The wolf, stunning in a strapless dress that had a long train trailing behind her paws, held Gloria's paws tightly, muscle showing through the fur of her bare arm, groomed to a deep lustrous shine.

Gloria swept the canvas over and over again with her eyes, finding fresh nuances in the detailing the longer she stared at it. A small white tag with some very familiar handwriting had been stuck to one corner where the artist's name was inscribed and she pulled it free with careful fingers, unwilling to touch the paint for fear of sullying it with the natural oils in her fur.

Yours forever and always. And one day longer. Love, Devyn.

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The fennec turned to her partner, tail wagging with only the faintest hint of anxiety as she waited on Gloria's reaction with bated breath.

"I..." Gloria swallowed and yanked the wolf against her, crushing her in a hug. "I don't know what to say!"

Giggling, Devyn squirmed free enough to breath, chest heaving for breath briefly stolen.

"I take it that means you like it then?"

"Like it?" Gloria yelped, bouncing on her hind paws. "I love it! I can't believe you had this painted for us! Whenever did you manage to sneak this in without me noticing? And to hide it too..." She blinked, suddenly dumbstruck. "Have I been that unobservant?"

The wolf grinned and winked.

"I have my ways. You've walked past it once at least leaning against the wall on the upstairs landing, though it was just wrapped up in brown paper then."

Gloria clapped her paw over her muzzle, eyes wide.

"I didn't, did I?"

"Oh, you most certainly did."

Giggling, Devyn embraced her, nuzzled up the side of her muzzle.

"I'm just glad you like it so much!"

"How could I not?" Gloria beamed. "It was exactly what I needed after today! Just..." She shook her head. "Being with you is all I want. I'm the luckiest vixen in the world. I don't know how my present for you is going to live up to this!"

"If it comes from you, I can only love it, darling."

The wolf chuckled softly and kissed Gloria deeply, slipping her tongue into her muzzle with a barely stifled groan as her tail swayed gently from side to side, never quite still.

"I think I may know what a fennec fox needs more after a long, stressful night though..." Devyn licked her lips, unable to keep the smile from her muzzle. "Don't you think?"

Gloria tilted her head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

The wolf chuckled.

"You must be tired... Come with me."

She took her partner's paw, leading her up the stairs to the bedroom. The canvas they left on the sofa tilted back against the cushions, their likenesses smiling into a room that had seen many tears and shrieks of joy, lovers spinning one another around the room until they collapsed, overcome with dizziness, in a giggling heap on the floor. Devyn smiled. But the living room was not the place for them to relax that night, not when she had something more she wanted to do for her sweet, tired vixen.

Laying Gloria back on the bed as the street lamp outside lightly illuminated their bedroom, she slowly removed her clothes, first easing off the jacket and the slinky, sparkly top - demure enough for the office party yet eye-catching at the same time - to toss them in a crumpled pile on the carpet. The vixen whined and complained, though her words were interjected with giggles as she was stripped down to her underwear, a black lace bra and Brazilian cut panties showing off her body as she best deserved. She'd spared no expense, perhaps wanting to feel particular racy at the event that could have no good outcome. Devyn, regardless of the reason behind Gloria's attire, murred her appreciation and growled as she nipped at the bra straps running back over the vixen's shoulders. They should have been off already. Her muzzle trailed down her lover's neck, nose brushing her heaving breasts as the fennec curled her fingers into the bedspread.

"I don't think you're getting that shower just yet, sweetheart."

Gloria squirmed as the wolf licked her breasts, trailing her tongue around the fox's nipples through the silken fabric of her bra. It would have to come off soon, but, for now, was as tantalising a tease as the vixen sprawled sensually on the bed.

The vixen huffed and stroked Devyn's ears as she arched, self-control but a distant memory under the influence of far more than alcohol: love was a more potent drug any day.

"I have to go though, I want to be fresh for you," she yipped, pushing her torso up from the bed with some difficulty as Devyn tugged the cup of her bra down and played her tongue across a nipple. "We can...ah... Just a few minutes and I'll be done... Okay?"

Devyn shot her lover a look, the cockiest smirk that Gloria had ever seen tugging up her lips on one side.

"Not this time, sweetie."

Grabbing, Gloria's paws, Devyn pinned them back on either side of her head with a small yip. She didn't need the position to keep her lover pinned down anymore, not with all the muscle hardening beneath her fur, but took advantage all the same, covering the vixen's muzzle in kiss after kiss. Breathless, the fennec fox barked in return, head turning to catch the wolf's lips to no avail. Devyn was simply too quick for her and her lips moved on from wherever they landed, warming her skin as the fox panted.

"You're getting stronger..." Gloria whispered. "You weren't so rough with me before."

Grinning, Devyn cocked her head.

"I'm never that rough, not when I know you want it too. And maybe you need a big, strong wolf to look after you tonight."

Gloria blushed, squirming beneath Devyn.

"Maybe I do... Maybe that's exactly what I need."

Rolling the fox onto her front, Devyn insistently pulled her lover's hips up from the bed, admiring how her panties clung to her round, full rump. Although she could not wait to see her lover as she should be admired any longer, unfastening her bra and slipping it down her arms. Her panties soon followed suit, sliding off her shapely legs in a lace caress that made her shiver. The wolf spared a moment to drag off her pyjamas without ceremony, revealing that she was not wearing anything beneath them, though the fact bypassed Gloria's notice.

Smiling, Devyn kissed the fox's cheek and pushed her chest down into the bed, tail raised and wagging gently, contentedly. Gloria wriggled her toes, hind paws still in a pair of long, pink socks that stretched up her thighs.

"What about these?"

"I kind of like those," Devyn giggled, running her paws down the fennec's back as the vixen murred and arched into touch. "They make you look even cuter."

The vixen gasped as a tremor ran through her body, pussy flushing with blood as Devyn nuzzled over her buttocks, letting just the tip of her damp nose tickle her folds. Gloria grunted, surprised at her own swirling spire of lust, and arched back, tail flicking lightly over Devyn's muzzle. The wolf certainly was no longer shy about getting what she wanted. It just so happened that what she wanted always seemed to match up with what her sweetheart wanted. It was one of the reasons they worked so well together.

Gloria leaned forward, letting her muzzle dip down to the bed as she hugged a pillow to her exposed breasts, chest easing down as she gave in to everything Devyn wanted to do. The wolf chuckled, warm breath stirring further heat in her sex, and rocked back onto the wolf's tongue, slipping between her lips. She whined and wriggled, wanting more as the wolf's long tongue snaked deep into her only to slide back out, Devyn taking care to caress her clit as she drew back. The vixen whimpered and pushed her muzzle into the pillow, huffing softly as she spread her knees apart, giving her lover as easy access to her sex as possible.

There couldn't have been anything more perfect than feeling her sweetheart's tongue bringing lust to her body, electric thrills of pleasure shivering through her nervous system. It could not have been that long since they had last made love, but, in light of the disaster of a holiday party, it may has well been years. One day would have been too long to go without her wife's sweet, sweet caress.

All too soon, however, Gloria whimpered and pushed back onto nothing, her wife's muzzle drawing away as if they were done with their evening recluse already. Gloria shook her head, blinking into the dim bedroom as Devyn rummaged in the chest at the foot of their bed - something that had contained blankets and clothes they rarely wore. Her brow furrowed. Just what was that wolf up to?

She couldn't find the energy to look around as Devyn returned with a reassuring bark, swiping her tongue up the vixen's sex just the once as if to stoke the fires in her heart. The contact was short lived, however, Gloria's sex gleaming with arousal, and Devyn spread the fox's buttocks cheekily apart, admiring every bit of her partner.

"What...ah..." Gloria tensed, shoulder blades pushing up. "What are you doing?"

"Something you'll love."

The vixen stiffened as something hard pressed into her rear cheeks, an unyielding pressure shifting closer to her sex as Devyn adjusted her hips. The wolf growled playfully, sliding her paw around Gloria's thigh to tease her clit with just her fingertips, the tip of her favourite dildo nudging at the vixen's entrance. Gloria would have smiled if her head had not been caught up in a storm of emotion, tail wagging as she arched back for her partner's touch. The double-ended dildo, the other end of which curved up and sat snugly in Devyn's cunny, had quickly become the wolf's firm favourite when she pushed wickedly over her lover.

Gloria expelled a sharp breath through her nostrils, keeping her hips as still as possible as Devyn teased the nub of her clit, applying more and more pressure from her hips to squeeze the toy into her tight passage. Slickened with lube, the red silicone pushed deeper and deeper as the vixen gasped, shoulders rolling as she let her mate take her with every inch.

"Mmmph..." Gloria moaned, head thrown back. "You really love this toy, don't you?"

Devyn leaned over her, wrapping her arms around the vixen as her hips worked, driving the dildo as deep as it would go as the nubs rubbed against her clit.

"Hits all the right spots," she breathed in Gloria's large ear, giggling as it tickled her nose with its twitching. "I hardly hear you complaining."

"Oh, I would never complain..." Devyn twisted her head back and forth, grinding back on the toy as Devyn growled. "You know just how to treat a lady."

Devyn grinned, ears twitching.

"You'll just have to get used to it."

Breasts pressed to the fox's back, Devyn yipped and nipped the back of Gloria's neck playfully, just catching her scruff between her teeth as she worked her hips. She drove in, pulling her hips up to the angle that she knew drove Gloria wild, the double-ended dildo pushing over her g-spot with every thrust. The vixen yowled like a feline, tail flicking madly back and forth as she was pleasured, each and every thrust bringing a fresh wave of pleasure forth to wrack her body. Panting as if she was running a marathon, the fennec fox yelped into the pillows as she rolled her hips with Gloria's thrusts, ecstasy threatening to spill over with every passing second.

She bit her lip, rolling her head. Was she going to climax so soon? There was something about that toy that made her want to tip over the edge, thrusting so easily that there was almost no resistance as her pussy twitched around the firm length. Devyn groaned above, muzzle pushing over her shoulder, and they shared a brief kiss, Gloria twisting her muzzle back as much as she could to let her tongue dance with her wife's.

Devyn was not exempt from inescapable climax either as the soft nodules on the other side of the toy pressed into her clit, the bulbous end slippery with her juices. Her arousal trickled from her slit to soak her inner thighs and the wolf gasped for breath, her smaller breasts rising and falling rapidly as she ground in as deep as she could go with a guttural moan.

The wolf barked, drawing out so swiftly that the fox simply did not have time to complain. Flipping the vixen onto her back, Devyn pressed over her, pushing her legs up and up as one flung over her shoulder, the other pushed out to the side. She grabbed the toy with one paw and guided it into Gloria's sex with a low yip, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that made the vixen's heart beat quicker and quicker. The fox's leg pressed up to her chest as Devyn tested the limits of her flexibility, hips pumping to give them both the greatest pleasure either of them could ever wish for, her pussy squeezing around the toy. Devyn panted into the kiss: so close, so very close!

The wolf was the first to spiral out of control, hips shoving up to Gloria's sex to fill her completely with the toy as she howled and climaxed, hips bucking like a wild bronco. Her head pushed under the vixen's chin as she clung to her wife, managing to get her free hind paw down to the bed and pushing up eagerly to take herself over the edge as Devyn's thrusts grew more and more erratic. Climaxing together would have been the cherry on top of the cake, but Devyn was only just coming down from her high, arms quaking in the afterglow as she supported the weight of her body, when orgasm took over her mind too.

The vixen moaned and held onto the wolf as her hips dropped heavily back to the bed, her one leg unable to push her up any longer. She shuddered into Devyn and yipped as she twisted back and forth, squeezing her calf down against the wolf's back. Devyn kept thrusting, mouth open and tongue lolling out to pant, even though Gloria knew orgasm made her even more sensitive than normal, nipples hard and pink through the grey fur on her chest. Her heart swelled as she growled passionately and managed to tip Devyn's muzzle up to hers, kissing her with as much warmth as she could put into her love and affection for her beautiful wolfess. Devyn was always looking out for her and her pleasure, even in the heat of the moment.

Slowly, they both came down from their highs and Devyn, with what Gloria thought had to be a reluctant whine, pulled the toy out of her lover's sex, letting the bulbous end ease from her own soaked lips. She dropped it on the bed with a sigh and flopped down next to Gloria, pulling the fennec in close as she snuggled in, a low, rumbling murr rolling from the back of her throat. The fennec fox giggled breathlessly and wound her arms around the wolf, making sure that Devyn could not escape as she looped a hind paw over her leg too, just for good measure.

Relaxing in the afterglow, Gloria murmured to herself, ears flicking back and forth, as she slipped into a state of half-wakefulness in the arms of her wife. The only light left to illuminate their interlude was the flickering street lamp outside the window, buzzing softly as it threatened to snuff itself out completely. The fennec smiled. She was even getting used to that sound, as annoying as it used to be. She squirmed, settling the sheets more comfortably beneath her body from where they were digging in, creased and rumpled. Anything was more bearable when Devyn was with her. She tightened her arms around the wolf. Devyn made everything better.

When their breathing returned to normal, Devyn nudged the fox's shoulder as Gloria blinked, yawned and stretched out one arm - the other was trapped beneath her wife's side, slowly growing numb.

"Don't fall asleep now," she teased, poking the vixen lightly in the ribs. "I know it's been a long day, but I can only hope this has made it all a little bit better for you."

Gloria grumbled and rested her head on Devyn's breasts, showing no signs of moving. The wolf smiled and ran her fingers lightly over the fennec fox's head and ears, letting them slither down the back of her neck and across her shoulder blades in the exact way that made her shiver so deliciously.

But Devyn had to make sure her partner was looked after too. It was part of her job - or her job as she liked to think of it, at least.

"Perhaps we'd better take that shower together," Devyn suggested with a wink. "Wouldn't want you to wake up feeling as grotty as you felt coming home tonight."

Gloria blushed and smoothed the fur flat on her muzzle, trying to tidy her appearance the best she could. It was a lot easier said than done after a romp and snuggle in bed, she had to say.

"I felt a lot less gross as soon as you gave me that present...and then dragged me up here."

Murring under her breath, Devyn kissed Gloria on the cheek and took her paw, leading her out of the bedroom to their large bathroom. She only paused for a moment to flip on the bedroom lamp, letting their route back to bed be more softly illuminated in a golden glow. With how Gloria's eyelids drooped, Devyn couldn't imagine it would be all that long before the fox collapsed into bed and a sweet, dreamless sleep.

Slinking her arm around the vixen's waist, Devyn supported her gently down the hallways. She could do the washing in the shower for both of them, as long as her sweetheart was well and content. Nuzzling the vixen's cheek, her following words were the last Gloria heard that night, even through the course of their shower.

"All I want to do is make you happy, darling. Forever and always."

The vixen murmured something unintelligible in reply and Devyn chuckled, letting the fox rest her head on her shoulder.

"We'll always be together. I promise you that, my love."

"Always and forever."