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---- Friday ----

"Mom, are you okay?"

The voice made her jump. Jennifer blinking blearily up at Celina before realizing she'd fallen asleep on the couch. "Yeah..." she croaked. Cleared her throat and sat up, pulling her robe tighter about her. "Yeah, rough night sleep is all." She looked about, "Where's your brother?"

Younger tigress pushed strawberry blonde hair back and nodded, "I shooed him into the kitchen when I saw you." Concern lit up her daughter's eyes, "Are you okay?"

She put on her best smile, "Yeah, just... you know how bad that time can be." Jennifer yawned and stretched out with a groan. Wincing as her back twinged, a combination of the day before and sleeping on the couch hadn't done her any favors.

Eyes rolled, "Yeah, so glad you talked dad into letting me get on BC when you did. I was practically clawing at the walls to get out of my room. Don't know how you do it."

"Patience." She flashed a smile and checked the time, "Don't be late for school." Looking around for her purse, she stopped when her daughter held it out for her with a smile. "Already waiting for it, huh?" she smiled and fished out some bills. Choosing not to notice that a few were missing before turning money over. "Split it with your brother. Love you."

Celina leaned in to kiss her cheek, "Love you too, Mom."

Ears perked as she listened to her daughter collect her brother and head out to the garage. Only giving the most bare-bones argument over who got to drive before keys were tossed. She leaned back with a low sigh and waited for the rattle of the garage door. Rumble of the car. Then that rattle as it came back down. Giving them a few minutes before she got up and went to get dressed again. What she'd heard last night had bothered her all night long. A part had wanted to call the cops and let them go swarm into Falcon's to stop whatever was going on. Though then the question would come up how did she know about it. Which would lead to questions about why she was in his house that late at night in the state she was in.

No, she'd need to get something more than that so she wouldn't have to be questioned too much about how she knew these things. Find something that she could point the police at in a way that would lead them while letting her stay anonymous.

Which meant she was walking right into the tiger's den.

A low chuff slipped out as she wandered into the house and looked around. The kitchen looked just as it had the night before. Falcon's scent lingering with just a hint of his guests. "Falcon?" she called out, making sure to tread heavier than she had the night before.

"Just a minute!" his voice lifted from the basement door followed by a heavy thud. She made it a couple steps towards the door before it burst open. The tiger heaving a rather heavy looking box through the door and practically falling on top of it with a grunt. He huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath, before looking up at her with a sideways grin, "Boy, wish I'd found a place with the basement closer to the garage." He took a breath and straightened, "Though then I wouldn't have found you, Lovely."

Jennifer allowed herself a moment to take him in. He was back in the slacks and button down, though his shirt was done up all the way today. A pair of glasses perched on his nose, which the tiger nudged up his nose as he took her in with that sweet smile of his. Somehow looking more handsome than he had the day before.

She let a smile cross her features lips and leaned against the counter, "Flirting already? Would've thought letting you go bareback was enough, now you're shooting for anal aren't you?" His eyes widened in wonder as she flashed a smile, "So what's in the box? Looks like it could fit a body in there."

That wonder vanished as he dropped his gaze to look at the unremarkable box, "Or two. And it's nothing really." Bumping it with a thigh, he groaned as it skidded deeper into the kitchen. Letting him finally close the basement door, "Friend of mine had a problem he needed taken care of. This is me taking care of it." He patted the tote and stood, chuffing quietly down at her. "I..." he smiled and leaned in, whiskers almost brushing, "Oh I am so tempted to blow him off, Darlin." Head tilted as his golden eyes locked with hers, "Think you can hold off for a couple hours till I get back?" She leaned into him as his hands found their way to her hips, unable to suppress the genuine moan as the male leaned in. Lips nearly touching, "I'll be quick."

"Hopefully not too quick." She gave him a kiss. Teeth gently gripping his bottom lip as she pulled back with a smile. "I'll be waiting." The tigress chuffed at him and reached down, giving his rising manhood a stroke through his slacks, "My backdoor is waiting for you, Stud."

Tail flicked up as she turned, smiling as him as she sashayed her way out the back and through the yard. Feeling his eyes on her the entire way to her fence.

Her legs were shaking by the time she got back into her house and locked the door behind her. Half from fear and half from excitement. She found herself staring, wide-eyed out at the other house. Just what the actual fuck was Falcon involved in? Joking about how many bodies could be in a tote? And what the hell was in that thing? Sounded like it weighed a couple hundred pounds at least!

Times like this, she wished she kept booze in the house.

Instead, she relocated to the living room and watches through the edges of the shade. It was only a matter of minutes before Falcon's crossover hybrid backed out of the garage. "Well, at least he's a green mafia hitman, or whatever he is." Sighing, she turned her phone on and rolled it around in her hand. "Set timer. Thirty minutes." The phone chimed and followed through as she waited. Let him get down the road a bit before she moved.

Yawning, she leaned her cheek on her fist and watched the road. Tail flicking slowly as she sat there. The racing of her mind helping keep attention off the warmth rolling through her loins. Her eyes drifted closed as the long night started to catch up to her again.

Some time later, Jennifer was jarred away by the peaceful chiming of her timer. The tigress stretching, yawning, and turning it off. A quick look outside showed that the street was still quiet. She let out a groan and huff before going back to his house. With him gone for a couple hours, it'd be plenty of time for her to pull her motherly stealth and sneak around.

And he locked the back door. She frowned and planted a hand on her hip with a hum. Well, that wasn't good. Though... head tilted as she looked at the door. She'd noticed it yesterday, but hadn't truly thought about the fact that he hadn't changed the locks. Good thing she'd grabbed the spare key she hadn't tossed out. And, upon testing the lock, found that her key worked. Tail swaying behind her as she walked into the house just as she had countless times before he moved in.

Tail swayed behind her as she strolled through the kitchen, aiming right for the basement door. There wasn't a lock on it, but there wasn't a good reason to keep it locked anyway. Not since it was mostly underground.

She swallowed nervously as the door creaked open, revealing the darkness behind. "Hello?" came the kitten-like mew as she angled her head, "Anyone down there?"

Nothing.

There was a switch right next to the door though. Memory guiding her fingers. Lights flaring on as soon as the switch clicked. Ears straining to pick up any noise. The stairs wound down before doubling back. Blank, plain white wait waiting only a few steps down. She hesitated before starting down. Ears straining as the carpeted stairs squeaked. Each creak, every groan was a cacophony to her. Screaming her approach to whatever might be waiting for her down there.

Rounding the landing, she dipped her head down and froze at what lay before her. In everyone's life, there is a time where you are so certain of something that when the truth is revealed it leaves you stunned.

For Jennifer? She had no clue what she was looking at.

She remembered what it was like when the Johnsons lived here. A den with a comfortable clutter of couches, chairs, and beanbags to make a family media and play room. The kids spending countless hours watching movies, playing games, and just hanging out down here. A closed door had sequestered off the rest of the basement into utility and wash rooms as well as storage for the stuff every family tended to gather. As with everything else in the house, the basement had been transformed into something alien. It was...

"A tavern?" her nose wrinkled in confusion as she moved into the basement. Not a bar, not a guy's den, but perhaps the ultimate man cave in a way.

Metal support poles had been wrapped in what looked like rough-hewn timber. Walls had been done up to look like they were made of plaster supported with more boards. A massive table with a lowered area in the center dominated the room. Moving in, she looked and saw figurines perched among miniaturized buildings and brush. A rolling cabinet stood at one side, a book resting on the top. "Dungeons and Dragons?"

Creeeeak.

She froze. Tail bristling as she turned to see Falcon standing there, hand resting on the ceiling as he leaned in to look at her. Eyes darting from her to the table and back. "Hi," her tail twitched, "thought I'd seen you... You're home early."

He held up his phone, "Was gone a couple hours, was about to call..." Silence fell again between the two tigers. Eyes darted from each other to the room and back.

"I can explain," they chimed together.

Jennifer's ears pinned back, "Me first probably since I am in your house uninvited."

He nodded slowly and took a step closer, "Yeah, was gonna suggest lady's first."

She took a deep sigh and leaned against the table, resting her hand on it as her tail swished. A million things racing through her mind all at once before, "I thought you were a mafia hitman." He stopped, blinking at her. "Or something like that, I didn't know. Thought I'd come down her and find... I don't know what, but not this?" She waved a hand behind her.

Falcon blinked slowly, "Mafia... hitman. That..." He took another step forward and angled his head, "That's certainly a new one. Can I ask what made you think that?"

Jennifer heaved a sigh and looked around the room. Taking in the wrought-iron looking lamps that hung down, the flicking lights that simulated flames. The wood, stained glass looking windows, and all the care that had been put into making the room something else. "Okay," she took a breath. "You're single despite being downright handsome. I mean gorgeous, I found myself fantasizing about you long before I knocked on your door to tell you about the shades. You make a lot of trash for just one guy, you've got people that come in and out at all hours, you've got some sort of mystery job that lets you afford," she waved her hand around, "this. You're always taking out these huge totes or straight up vanishing for days at a time. You're named Falcon, and who goes by that sort of name besides some movie villain. And..." her ears pinned back, "snuck over here last night and I heard talk about murder and robbery. So I got a little paranoid and worried."

He blinked at her. Reached up to adjust his glasses, "I..." another blink, "Wow, thinking about it like that it does make me feel more exotic." Another blink then he started to laugh. "I guess a D&D session can be rather crazy to hear out of context." Tail flicked behind him as he chuffed, "That is... wow." He looked at her and perked his ears slowly, "so you were worried about this and broke into my house?"

She offered a sheepish smile, "You should change your locks. Was close with the couple that lived here before you, so I had a spare." A sigh heaved out, "I'm sorry, really should have come up and asked you about it rather than sneaking in." Moving over, she waited a second. Watching his reaction before leaning in to nuzzle at his neck. "Is there something I can maybe do to make it up to you?" Her fingers played over his front to pet at him.

There was no holding back the quiet chuff as he leaned into her, "Well, I could think of a few things..." He turned his head and nuzzled into her hair, breathing in her scent. "Suppose I wasn't too forthcoming about..."

A finger to his lips silenced him. "Talk later, after I finish apologizing." A smile curling over her lips as she knelt before the tiger. Leaning in to nuzzle his groin as she undid his pants and let them whisper down toned thighs. A breath made her shudder, fingers shaking as she drew his boxers down to expose that hardening length. Jennifer greeting her friend with a kiss and gentle stroke.

Fingers curled about his cock as she leaned in and pressed her nose to that spot where cock met balls. Eyes narrowing as she allowed herself to bask in his scent for a very, very long moment. Savoring the warmth and sight of his cock as it rose before her. Falcon staring down at her with lustful wonder.

She gave his sac the gentlest of licks. Grooming the short fur on his pouch. A quiet moan slipping out as she nuzzled his length. Her attention slowly shifting up until she could let his cock fall into her maw. Precum readily spilling across her tongue as she moaned at her partner. Savoring how his flavor exploded across her senses. Chuffing around his length as she started to bob her head slowly. Fingers teasing over his sac and feeling the randy weight of his orbs.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, jaw dropping as her tongue bathed his cock. Toying with those barbs and drawing gasps form the tiger as his hips jerked.

If her mouth wasn't occupied, she might have said the same. Eyes narrowed as she breathed in his scent. Washed, but still bearing hints of her clinging to his fur. Her fingers dipped into her pants. Fabric stretching over her hand as fingers traced her blazing lips. His taste and scent more than enough to get a rise from the lustful tigress. Drawing off his cock only for a brief moment. Maw swapping with her hand, greedily suckling his balls into her maw. Moaning about him as she gazed up at her partner before letting that wonderful pouch pop from her mouth before engulfing his cock with a growl.

Her fingers plunged into her waiting body. Pumping in and out of her needful form as she rolled her head. Staring up at her partner through lust-lidded eyes. Relishing everything about this moment. His flavor, expression, that way his jaw hung open, how his fingers were rubbing through her hair. Loving each pulse of his cock, twitch of his balls, and tremble of his form. Tongue rubbing the base of his cock. Head sliding back as she felt his length pulse, following that slight bulge up all the way to his tip. Cradling it until the precum spilled across her tongue.

A moan was cut off as she drove her head back down. Gulping wetly around his cock as her thumb flicked her engorged clit. Shuddering before the male as she started to bob her head faster. Falcon's lips pulling back to breathe in her scent. The male groaning for both of them as his hips started to rock against her.

Fingers pumped and curled, rolling against her pussy with reckless abandon. Suckling wetly around his cock. Her other hand curling about his sac and playing with it. Loving the feel as his balls started to lift and tighten under her attention. She could feel his orgasm building. The way his sac pulled and tightened, cock surging within her maw, even the ripple of his abs as his body pressed towards her.

Lips curled back in a snarl as his body pressed forward. Balls clapping off her chin as his first shot went right down her throat. Jennifer eagerly swallowing it down before ripping her head back. Hand leaping from his sac to shaft, pumping quickly as she angled her head back. Letting his wonderful, hot, sticky cream coat her golden face. Thighs quaking as she basked in the male's essence that covered her. Not cumming yet, but on the very verge of it. Absolutely soaking the crotch of her leggings as she moaned up at him.

It was seconds later that his orgasm died down. Cock twitching as it lay against her head. Falcon looking down at her with hazy eyes, chest heaving as he looked at the absolute mess he'd made of her face. Jennifer licked her lips slowly. Wearing his cum with a look of pride.

"Couch," the word nearly growled, resting firmly between a question and a demand. She found herself moving before his mouth closed. Falcon catching her as he stood. Mashing his face against hers in a needy, lust-driven kiss. Growls lifting as the pair shuffled. Jennifer stumbling as he nearly drove her backwards. Feet scuffing off the rugs before her thighs banged into something soft.

There was no gentle urging. No time to think or maneuver. She found herself being driven up and over the couch, falling back into it's plush embrace with a huff. He leapt onto the back of the couch, poising there for a mere instant. Eyes wild behind his glasses, cock raging hard, clothes rumpled from the foreplay.

She only had an instant to admire how absolutely animalistic he looked before he was on top of her. Legs, lifted from her fall, were driven against her chest. The male nearly folding her in half as he reached for her pants. Claws pricking at the fabric and rending it. Making her gasp and jump against him, legs pressed to his chest as she rolled towards him. Inviting the male to take her.

He didn't need an invitation.

Keeping her leg on one shoulder, he drove into her waiting body. Claws digging into his shoulders as she arched. Screaming her pleasure for all to hear. The simple act of penetration enough to shove her over the edge. Body clenching around his bare cock as juices soaked his balls and the couch.

Her claws tore into his shirt as she trashed under him, bearing that chest. Hers was shredded in retaliation, freeing her breasts to the cooler air. Rough hand falling to capture one, kneading it as his body crashed into hers. Each thrust driving his pants lower until they were able to be kicked off. She wasn't granted even a second to catch her breath. The male's assault breaking her weary barriers.

Thighs squeezed as she arched into him. Driving her rear into his lap as insides shook about him. The male not falling into the temptation to grow still within her lest he be trapped.

"Feel good?" he huffed, putting his entire body into the thrusts. Pounding her as if he were trying to destroy the couch she was on, much less the tigress he was fucking. "You like that?" Claws scratched over her thigh, pricking and pulling at her ruined leggings. His hand traced around her thigh before coming down on her ass with a sharp crack.

It took everything she had just to nod at him. Eyes rolling back in her head as the male fucked her right through one orgasm. Another already building within her body. The raw heat of it all threatening to consume her. She flexed and pushed against him, trying to drive into his lap, attempting to do anything at all as the male used his body to claim her. Every spank, scratch, and thrust forcing another moan from her as she shook under him.

Vigorous and wild as she was, Falcon was that much more savage. Lips curled back into a permanent snarl as he loomed over her. Breath coming in sharp pants, "Gonna... come."

The words reached some part of her that was still capable of thought. Some lost little fragment that was keenly aware that he was bare within her body. A body that, if it wasn't for the shot she was on, would be completely primed to carry his cub.

"Make. Me. Yours!"

Claws dug into his shoulder as she arched. Her orgasm crashing against her senses with a roar. Falcon's voice lifting with hers an instant later. Their twin roars announcing their climaxes. Barbs digging sharply into her core as his cum filled her. Each shot splashing against her cervix and pooling. Eager, virile sperm waiting before they would rush her through her womb and into her tubes. Ready and willing to search out the eggs that wouldn't be there.

Falcon collapsed on her. Both trying to catch their breath after their carnal fun. Heavy pants turning into soft chuffs as she lay back, looking at him with lidded eyes. "Am.. am I forgiven?" she managed to pant.

He laughed at her, glasses askew as he stretched against her slowly. "Maybe."

The pair shifted, shedding what remained of their clothing. Jennifer curling to tuck against his chest. Nuzzling into his fur with a throaty purr. Neither noticing, nor caring, about the mess that was slowly running down her thighs.

Long minutes passed with the pair just enjoying each other's presence. Hands exploring bared bodies as they breathed in their scents. "So," she mumbled into his neck. Nuzzling there, "What's all this then?"

"It's embarrassing," He muttered into her ear. "But..." the tiger took a deep whiff of her hair and nuzzled. "Guess the cat's out of the bag. Might as well give it context." He kissed her ears and slowly pried himself from her and stood up. Reaching out with a smile to help her up.

"Welcome," he waved a hand at the tavern set-up, "to The Roost." She arched a brow at him, "Not my idea for the name. I was going to call it Seker's Bowl, and Dion suggested the Necropolis. This is where my friends and I gather to play D&D." He waved a hand over the table then up to the cameras, "And broadcast it so others can watch. A side-effect of that is that I get to show videos of how I make the landscapes." He motioned at the board laid out in the table itself. "And by extension." Guiding her around back to a door that had lead to the storage area.

An area that had been transformed into a workshop crowded with cloth, foam, and racks of outfits, "Cosplay. Props," he pointed at the tables of cut up foam and plastic, "and costumes." Falcon folded his ears back slowly as he looked at the somewhere confused expression on her face. "It's... kinda embarrassing to admit." His voice dropped to a mumble, "Last girlfriend broke up with me when I quit my job to do this."

Jennifer's fingers brushed his chin and lifted it. "Do you enjoy it?"

He blinked, "Well... yeah?"

She leaned in to kiss his nose before pressing her cheek to his. Nuzzling firmly as her tail lashed behind her, "Then don't be embarrassed. If you love it, then be proud." A smile flashed across her lips, "You're obviously making enough money to afford," she waved a hand at the room, "all this, but not curtains..."

"They're on order," he snorted, "they'll be here tomorrow." Ears folded back as he looked over the room again, "What... what do you think?"

Jennifer turned to look at the room. Examining them with the eyes of a mother who had used her amateur skilled to make countless costumes. Halloween, school plays, so on and so forth. "I'm actually amazed, this stuff looks really good. My son's friend is trying to make some stuff, it looks nice but not this good." Ears perked, "So that box you had earlier?"

He perked up, "They'll get there, thank you, and yeah it's a really big prop. Amazing how much foam and plastic can weigh when you've got a full suit and weapons. Takes a lot of work to get an outfit or prop made and make it look good while being con-safe." He chuffed a laugh, "That also explains why I vanish. I'll get wrapped up in working down here, lose track of time, pass out on the couch," he waved to where they'd just been, "wake up. Use the bathroom, grab something from the snack fridge, and get right back to it. I... don't take many breaks when I'm on a roll."

"Ahhh. And your name?"

Nose wrinkled, "My parents were weird. I went by Conner a lot in school. Easier to explain why I'd been named Falcon yet..." he nudged his glasses. "Kids can be assholes."

"Grown ups can be assholes too. Trust me." Tail swayed as she wandered back to the tavern and looked over the table, eyes sparkling curiously. "You know, I'd always wanted to get into a game. Tried a couple times in college. I read the rules front to back, made up a character, but the guys." She sniffed dismissively, "Well, was constantly told I was doing this wrong or that wasn't how something was done."

His fingers trailed over her side, "College, so..." lips pressed to her neck, kissing gently as he thought, "Advanced Dungeons and Dragons I'm guessing? Second edition?"

"Sounds about right."

Falcon rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled. Allowing his hands to roam over her belly and up. Tracing the curves of her form as a quiet, chuffing noise lifted from him. "Might have been intimidated by the sexy, smart lady. It's a problem we're slowly overcoming." Body vibrating with the tiger's version of a purr, "If you want, I could teach you about Fifth edition, maybe even run a couple one-shot games with you."

Thoughts were starting to form as she sank back against him. A breathless sigh sliding from her lips, "That sounds like it could be a lot of fun." Heads turned to meet in a brief kiss. Jennifer looking at her lover with narrowed eyes and a smile. "So you broadcast this?" He nodded, "Any chance I could watch?" A lick silenced his answer as her voice dropped, "Maybe somewhere more comfortable? Like a bed?" She watched as his eyes brightened.

"You are insatiable."

It was her turn to chuff, "Mmm, you wanted a tigress in heat and that's what you got." Turning to drape her arms over his shoulders, she leaned in until their noses touched.

A grin crawled over his lips, "Yes I did."

"Welcome to this episode of Necropolis Monkies." The TV droned as the tigers dropped to the bedding with contented grunts.

They somehow managed to make it under the covers that time. Only the thin top sheet draped over their bodies as they tried to catch their breathes. Jennifer hummed quietly, a smile plastered on her lips as she pressed back into him. Falcon answering her pleased noises with a soft laugh. Nuzzling his way through her hair to kiss her neck.

"So," she chuffed and reached down to capture his hand. Linking their fingers together as he rubbed over her belly. "You lost your girlfriend because you started doing props?"

He tried to tuck against her, "Well..." then had to stop and adjust her hair as it fell into his face. Jennifer trying not to laugh as he struggled with it for a moment before finding something that was comfortable for them both. "Kinda. Had a job in the as a QA tester with a software company. Good job, but soul crushing. I was making some terrain and stuff, friend suggested we start to stream the game. People started asking about the stuff I made. So I started to show crafting those too. Which lead to us going to a convention, the group wanting to dress up in character. So we started making costumes and props and... well it exploded."

Jennifer narrowed her eyes and leaned back to listen. Curling her body against his. "One thing lead to another and within a year I was making enough money to quit my job. Girlfriend thought I was stupid and left. Once she found out how much money I was making though...

"Came crawling right back?"

His affirmation came with a nuzzle, "Mhmm. Shows right up at my apartment door acting like nothing happened. Told her to beat it and closed the door."

"Good for you," her fingers toyed with his. Tail coiling loosely about his thigh as the pair cuddled up. Narrowed eyes only barely paying attention to the video that he'd put on the bedroom TV. Ear twitching against the half-remembered voices form the night before. "She didn't deserve you. So last night?"

Falcon settled against her, more than content to curl up with the lovely milf that was sharing his bed. "Ah last night. The party had gotten in trouble with a powerful underground criminal organization. Party needed to pull a job for them or else face waves of assassins coming in the night. See, that's the downside of trying to break into a criminal stronghold and steal from the boss." A laugh puffed against her neck, "Thinking back, I can see how if you just hear a little bit of it, it can sound really bad with no context."

Rolling onto her back, she gazed up at him with a smile, "It really did. And you being shady about what you do didn't help in the least. Though now I can understand some of your reasoning." Tail swayed as she arched her back, groaning as muscles tensed and fought against the stretch. "So, that brings it to us. Why on Earth did you leave me that note?"

He was silent for a moment before sitting up. "I mean... just look at you." A hand trailed over her body, "You are hands down the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." His ears colored with a blush as he looked away, "I... did fantasize about you a lot. Thinking about what it'd be like you being right here, in my bed with me." A shy smile flickered over his lips, "Reality is better."

There was no keeping the smile off her face as she very nearly giggled, "Flirt."

Nose bumped hers, "The truth." His ears folded back some as he propped himself up on an elbow so he could look down at her. "Heat or no, what I said still stands." Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly. "I've never been the best with women. Should see how many of those notes I wrote and threw away. Hell, I've been meaning to talk to you for months now. Invite you over for coffee or something."

She arched ever so slightly and returned his kiss. Quiet chuffs slipping out as the tigers sat there, nose to nose, his body half over hers. "Inviting a married woman over for coffee can be dangerous." Her fingers trailed over his chest, "Might get more than you bargain for."

He blinked. "Married?" Then, "Oh yeah! Shit, I forgot you told me that already." A moment passed before it fully hit him, "Oh..."

Jennifer angled her head, "What? I told you I was married when I came over yesterday."

"Yeah, right before you kissed me. I was a tad distracted before that, then boom. All the blood right out of the head that does the thinking for me. It's a good thing I still remember my name. Might have forgotten some math though." A quiet chuff slipped out as he dropped onto his back. "You're married, right. Who is your husband though?"

It was her turn to roll and drape against him. "Robert, we came to say hello when you first moved in."

Falcon stared up at her with adoration, admiring how the TV lit her golden hair as it fell about them. "That other tiger? I thought he was your brother or something. Barely ever see him around." Ears started to fall back, "I'm not gonna have to worry about him, am I?"

He was cute when he was worried, "You," her nose bumped his, "don't have to worry about Robert. His consulting job keeps him busy most of the year." She leaned in to kiss him slowly. Twin chuffs rising from the tigers as they explored each other again. Her hands gliding over his chest in a slow pet before she lay down against him. "Long as we keep things discreet, I can handle him." They met in another kiss that broke into soft nuzzles. "So long as you are fine sticking it in a married woman." She smiled as her hand shifted, "Though it seems a part of you is fine with it." Covers lifting and falling as her hand curled about his manhood. Gently stroking it back to life.

A moan whispered from Falcon as she teased his tip, "While he doesn't speak for both of us, I believe I did promise discretion."

Jennifer smiled in return and brushed her tongue over his cheek. Nuzzling down to his neck, "I'm not distracting you from work, am I? My son watches streamers and I remember him mentioning something about a schedule."

Soft groans lifted from the male as he squirmed under her attention. He'd never imagined death by snu-snu would be how he went, but he wasn't about to complain. "I'd been talking about taking a week off for a while now. I put out a tweet yesterday when I saw you coming over." Lips brushed the top of her head as she worked down to his collarbone. "All yours as long as you want me."

"Dangerous promise." A smile crossed her lips as she teased his tip with tender finders. "Might be able to pull some strings and get someone to watch the twins for the weekend so we can..." She turned to rummage through the box, coming up with the sole remaining pair of foil wrappers. "Thought we might need more."

Expertly unwrapping the protection, she tucked it behind her teeth and flashed a toothy grin. A chuff puffed from the tigress as she dipped her head under the blanket. Cheek brushing over his belly as her fingers trailed over him. Lifting his cock into position so she could ease her lips over. His eyes narrowing as claws stroked her back. Imagining what was happening under the covers as she used her mouth to seat the penultimate condom into place. Rough tongue gently tucking it into place as her jaws vibrated with low hums.

Jennifer pulled back and ran her thumb over his length, "You know, you have a wonderful cock." A soft kiss was placed on the root of his cock before trailing down to his balls.

"I do?" he moaned, feeling her affirmation vibrate against him. The golden tigress shifting ever so slightly. Covers lifting to reveal her body, draping off her shoulders as she straddled his hips. Hot lips gliding against his covered length. Lifting him with a single finger as she lifted herself just enough to tuck him against her entrance. A quiet sigh lifting from her as she eased herself down onto his lap. Falcon sighing with her as he rolled his body up to meet hers. Arms draping around her body as she moved to lay on top of him. "You," he puffed the words into her ear as his cheek pressed to hers, "are beautiful."

Turning her head, she tapped his nose with hers. "And you..." a smooth roll of her hips lifted her just enough so the bed creaked as she dropped; "are a flirt."

Falcon breathed a playful growl. Wrapping his arms around her body as he tried to wrestle her over. The pair winding up on their sides. Her legs hooking around his waist and pulling her into him. Starting to take their time now that they were growing used to each other's scent and feel.

Didn't meant that they weren't still worked up. Jennifer's need starting to overwhelm her control. Low growls starting to whisper past her moans. Tucking her head into his neck as hips rolled against his. Insides rippling around him. Warm, wet heat soaking his length as she pressed into him with a huff. Lips finding their way to his collarbone. Biting gently as hips rocked harder, tail whipping about under the covers.

Hands cradled her back and hip. Falcon moaning into her ear as he pressed closer to her. The tigress letting out a muffled groan, trembling against him tiredly. Coaxing him to press tight as he met his finish a moment later.

Quiet pants easing from the pair as they lay there, entwined with each other. He started to move to take the condom off, but her leg trapped him there. "No," came the whispering pant. Jennifer nuzzling into his neck with a hum. Claws pricking lightly here and there as his tail coiled about her leg. "Leave it in," came the quiet yawn, "think it's time for..." she trailed off with a soft snore. The Maltese tiger more than happy to simply let himself soften within her, condom starting to slide off his length. Ignoring it for the moment as they drifted into blissful slumber.

Falcon woke after a while. Being a relatively light sleeper and not having had someone share his bed kept him from sleeping too deeply. Now he just lay there, a smile plastered on his lips as he watched Jennifer dozing beside him. The tigress was chuffing quietly, still slumbering, as she hugged a pillow close.

He pushed the covers back and let his gaze roam down her body. Taking in those mature curves and the beautiful, golden blonde hue of her pelt. Rolling to his side, he let his fingers trace down her spine. Pelt shuddering as his claws pricked at her ever so gently. Just the softest of scratches that made her squirm. Lips parting with a huff and a breathy moan.

While she might call him a flirt, but he was telling the truth. She was beautiful, smart, level-headed, and he found himself wishing that she wasn't married. Be so much easier to ask on a date. Though he wasn't about to say no to the current arrangement. Marriage had always struck him as something a little strange, too traditional. So long as two people liked each other, what was wrong with being with them? Age, status, gender, none of it should matter so long as people are consenting adults. Love and understanding was what mattered most. And he certainly understood Jennifer. Love though? Well that would have to wait until she wasn't in heat and his body making demands of him.

Speaking of which. "You," he muttered down to his pulsing cock, "are as insatiable as she is." Eyes drifting to that singular, silvered wrapper.

"Not that I'm going to complain." Pausing just a beat, he looked at the sleeping tigress and wondered if he should wake her before going for another. Fingers trailed down her spine, watching how her rear lifted ever so slightly and tail arched up. Quiet noises coming from her as, even asleep, she silently invited him over. Shifting with a breathless moan as his fingers found her slit. Warm and inviting, lips flushed with that hormonal need. Plunging two fingers in, the tiger was rewarded with an arch of her hips and the warm, slick walls grabbing at him needily. Ears lifting at the slick sounds coming from his lover. Each stroke met with a lift and rock of her hips.

He grinned to himself and opened the wrapper. Seemed they were going to need more of these at this rate. Tail twitching behind him as his claws pricked at the prophylactic, starting to roll it over his cock.

Only to watch as it ripped. Ears twitching back with a hum as he looked from the broken condom to her rear. The thought of going bare into his partner was enough to make his cock lift eagerly. As if his body knew what might come of it and was more than eager to oblige. Safe or not, the thought of going bare in his partner was more than enough to get him excited. Hell, he'd quiet literally pounced on her in the kitchen when she said it was okay. Though in that case it was more playful. After that, it had been more about being in the moment. Now he was finding himself fully into the idea of risking it with her.

Claws scratched over her spine and down her hips. Her lips parting with a sleepy pant as that tail arched for him. Only just revealing the edges of her slit to him. Falcon licked over his lips and shifted over, kneeling on either side of her thighs. Laying atop her, he gently eased his cock between the folds of her ass cheeks. Giving her a few, gentle thrusts while watching and feeling her. Though sleeping, her body recognized the feel of her lover and was waiting for him.

He was more than ready to try something new, and sleep sex was certainly new. While he'd heard of it, he hadn't experienced it until now.

Ears tilted back as he breathed out a low moan. Leaning back to press his cock into her, huffing as her ready, waiting body clenched about him. Falcon taking the moment to savor the feel of her for the moment. Body pressing to hers as he enjoyed that feel of her gripping his bare breeder.

Jennifer's eyes fluttered as something began to rouse her. The tigress' ears perking curiously as she felt a weight pressing her to the bed. Conscious mind only just starting to register the presence over and within her as he pulled back. Hips jerking against that pleasing rake of his barbs. She moaned and pressed into him as best she could. Ears twisting to listen to the male's heavy breathes. Feel the warmth puffing against her neck with each thrust. Loving the feel of his balls when they gently slapped off her thighs.

"Mmmm," she breathed out a moan and stretched. Arms reaching for the headboard and pressing against it. Pressing her palms to the headboard, she arched and rolled her body back into his. Feeling the push, he moved with her. Claws stroking her hips as she lifted and pushed back until she was kneeling on the bed. Letting him thrust that much harder into her.

Kneeling behind her, her started to thrust that much harder now that she was waking. Each press rocking her forward, driving a gasp from her. Tail coiling around his waist invitingly as she rocked back into him. "Mmmm," he agreed, lips pressing to her neck. Jennifer rolling her head to expose more of her neck to him. Reaching back to stroke his cheek as the male's form pressed that much tighter to hers. Thrusts growing shorter and sharper as they worked towards the inevitable.

A shift made his barbed length rake against her G-spot. "Ahhh," she breathed, jerking her body back into his lap. Pushing herself eagerly into his lap. "Ahmmm," came the groan as she arched against him. Feeling his hands slide over her body. Savoring the feel of him as he nearly cradled her. Those devious hands of his finding her breasts and perked nipples. Sweeping over her belly and down to tuck between her trembling thighs.

Voice lifting in a cry as he found her clit. Pinching, rubbing, and rolling it against his cock as it pounded her. Latching onto the top of the headboard and letting his claws dig in as a hiss shuddered from her lips. "Fuuuuuummmmsssss," she snarled, thighs shaking as worked her into an orgasm. Body shaking against his as her eyes narrowed.

He watched as her claws dug furrows into his headboard. It made him smile that much wider before he leaned in with a growl of his own. Playing with his lover as she arched and bucked against him. Losing herself to that pleasure again. He pressed tighter, feeling his own pleasure building now as his tail whipped behind him. Twisting his head to press his lips to her neck. Biting at her scruff with a growl. Each thrust tugging at her, cock twitching within her as those walls gripped and pulled at his barbs. Inviting, begging him to give her everything that he had.

A roar ripped from the male as he arched over her, cock twitching within her walls as his seed pumped deep into her core. Her roar answering his as she pushed back. Shuddering with her second as his warmth filled her to the brim.

Falcon sank forward, gasping for breath as he tucked so close to her. Jennifer practically sitting in his lap. Both moaning in bliss, bodies shuddering with weariness and pleasure.

His eyes were just starting to shut as she twisted. Wrapping an arm about his head and pulling him into a fevered kiss. Cheeks flushing as her tongue invaded his mouth and rolled into it with a huff. Legs trembling as they slipped from under her, that hold drawing her lover with her. The pair sprawling out on the bed with a huff and a chuff.

Jennifer brushed his cheek fluff, "That... was hot." The tigress laughed and rubbed her nose into his neck, "I've been wanting to try that for ages. Just wake up in the middle of my partner..." she hummed and kissed his throat.

"I'll keep that in mind." He panted a kiss on her head. Wrapping his arms around her to draw her close. "Give you a reason to stay here over the weekend." Thoughts forming as he hummed into her hair. "Though I'll have to order in or something." Ears folded back as he coughed in embarrassment. "Admittedly, I don't cook a lot. Just get those meal boxes, and that was all..."

Her finger tapped his lips, "Shhh. It's okay. There's plenty at my home, and if the twins aren't there..." she growled playfully and nuzzled his neck.

---- A Month Later, Sunday ----

Jennifer leaned against the bathroom's door frame and let her eyes wander over the suitcase on the bed. Eyes wandering from it to Robert and giving him a slow look. He was still in his boxers and undershirt, meaning she got a good look at his body. A form she knew all too well, after 20 years she knew him about as well as she knew her own body.

Still fit, he regularly visited the gyms closest to wherever it was he happened to be staying. Any gray that might color his neatly trimmed hair or fur had been carefully dyed and combed out. Though she could see a couple spots where he'd let a stripe go too wide, creating a slightly off look. Not something most would notice, but she did. Even in his mid-forties he was still handsome. If he'd let his age show then he could certainly knock it up a notch. Not that he needed to be more charming than he already was.

There wasn't a person alive that knew her husband better than she did.

"Getting ready to head out?" There was no pout in her voice, that had left her soon after he began to hop planes. "You'd just got back Friday."

His teeth almost literally sparkled as he smiled, "Well you know how it is. I swear that Tokyo can't run the copier without me around." Robert stilled a moment to look her over as she stood there. Still dressed in an oversized shirt that she'd cut the sleeves off and a pair of panties. A soft growl rolled up his throat, "It's a shame I have to catch a plane in an hour or else I'd..." she angled her head as he moved in, lips pressing to her neck with a gentle bite. "Jen... what's that?"

The golden tigress pressed against her husband, "Oh this?" She lifted a pregnancy test, "I'm sure you know what this is by now."

"I know what it is, it's a pregnancy test. I'm more wondering why you happen to be holding one." His ears fell back and voice dropped, "Celina isn't..."

She snorted, "I hope not. More so, how would I have a test from her? I woke up, walked into the bathroom, and just walked right back out with this." Flicking it up, she nearly tapped him on the nose with it. Letting him get a very good look at the bright pink plus sign on it.

This close she could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he looked over the test. "Jen, I know you had a surprise heat last month, but it had passed by the time I got home."

Might as well test the waters here. "Had a lot of time to read over the side-effects of my BC. Funny thing about it is that sometimes a heat can happen, but it is supposed to prevent eggs from dropping. However, there is a slight change that it might just delay them. After several days to myself with just toys to keep me busy, it might have been enough stimulation. It is a thousand to one chance, but it could happen. Birth control isn't perfect. Meaning that when you got home Tuesday night and we..."

"Oh don't feed me that bullshit." His voice dropped to a growling whisper. Robert backed up a step, paced to the bed, and spun to face her. "You went and fucked some other guy and now you want me to think that it's mine?" The Bengal tiger was bristling as he started to wad clothing and shove it into his back. "What type of heartless, cold woman are you to try and..."

It was her turn to interrupt him, "How is Yuki doing, by the way?"

Robert froze and in a matter of seconds she watched as his ear twitched ever so slightly and expression went from outrage to shock. It was just a flicker but she knew his tells. "Don't try to change the subject!" he whisper-shouted at her.

"And what about little Ryuga." There was that ear twitch again. Jennifer kept her eyes fixed on him, "I don't think I have to bring up Hilda, Diane, Paxton, Malcolm, or Penelope do I?"

Each name chipped away at that outraged veneer, the last one actually making him wince. The raging tiger quickly reduced to a mewling kitten. "You... know about them?" his tone was hesitant, probing at her. Robert shook his head and tried to wrest control back, "It doesn't matter, you still..."

"Francis, Gracie, Robert Junior, I believe the list goes on. I can go get my files if you want me to continue here." Jennifer arched her brow slowly, "Do you want me to continue."

Robert dropped to the bed, head hanging low and staring at the floor. "Okay, so you know... quite a lot, actually." He looked up at her briefly before glancing away. "I'd ask how, but you've always known me better than anyone else." His hand fell into his hands with the heaviest of sighs, "So where do we go from here?"

Twelve years, she'd known about what he got into on his trips for twelve fucking years. Oh sure, he did work and once he'd gotten established he provided well for the family. It had been hard, but she had come to terms with it for the sake of her children. She had been anticipating this conversation for the longest time. Worried that she'd be screaming, crying, anything. Now she was just... almost apathetic about it.

"We," she took a step towards him. Reaching out to cup his chin and lift it. "Are going to go downstairs and tell _our_children that we had a little accident and there is going to be an addition to _our_family." Her cool blue eyes bore into his, "_We_are going to smile and be happy about it. Out to breakfast to celebrate. You're going to give me a kiss, tell me you love me, and then get on your flight to Tokyo so you can do your job and your mistress if you want. Outside of this bedroom, I want it to look like absolutely nothing changed. You get your picturesque children, your smart, beautiful life, and our children get a normal, happy family."

The barest hint of a smile started to twitch across his lips. Sitting there on the edge of their bed, he dared to say, "So... you're not mad about it?"

Jennifer squeezed his cheeks, making his lips purse out. "Don't get me wrong, Robert, I am fucking livid. You don't know how tempted I was to divorce you, to turn into the next Lorena Bobbit, but I haven't. I don't want to put _my children_through anything like that." A growl had started to creep into her voice. Taking a breath, she recentered herself and smiled, "So, neither of us are going to mention each other's... indiscretions outside of civil, quiet conversation between us. Are we?" The tigress leaned back and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, "Because I want you to realize that if we do start a divorce, then all this will be put into public record as part of the proceedings. Just imagine your little work parties once your very conservative, family first, God-fearing boss hears about that." She leaned in until her nose nearly touched his, "I have been keeping a lot of records."

Robert's eyes were widening as he learned just how much a scorned woman should be feared. "Yes, Dear."

A pleased chuff slipped form her as she released his cheeks. "Very good. Now stand up and get your game face on." She reached to brush his shirt back into place. Reaching to comb her claws through his cheek fluff. "Dad has to put on a good act for the twins."

He was shaking a little. Years of working in a professional setting letting him slide a mask and practice smile into place. Eyes lighting up with joyous pleasure so real she almost believed it herself for a second.

Robert crossed the room, pausing with his hand on the knob. "Do I get to know who the father is at least?"

Casually twirling the test around her fingers, Jennifer threw Robert his bathrobe before collecting hers. "No... No I think not." The tigress chuffed as she approached her husband with a sly smile resting easily on her lips, "I don't kiss and tell." She'd kept her relationship with the Johnsons secret from him for years. Even going so far as to have fun with Robert in the very next room. Keeping Falcon private would be cake.

Jennifer found herself alone that afternoon. True to his word, Robert had gone to the airport and got on his plane without comment of complaint. Celina had a lot of questions, mostly about the birth control since they were on the same thing. She was more than happy to answer any and all questions her daughter had. Better she be informed for when she snuck out than to risk it. Jennifer fully believed in keeping her kids educated and to treat them like adults. Better than letting them figure it out on their own and make huge mistakes. Max listened in, curious, but she had a feeling she might not need to worry about him as much.

But the twins were off today. Going to visit friends, they had their phones, they loved her, and they'd be back by nine.

So here she was, walking on silent steps down to the basement. Ears perking as she heard Falcon singing along with his music, "_I've no more fucks to give, I've tried to go fuck shopping but there's no more fucks left to buy."_Handsome, sweet voice, skilled with his hands, but the man could not carry a tune to save his life.

Jennifer smiled and casually strolled through his basement back to the crafting area. Passing the a sign that proclaimed this area of the basement as Seker Silverworks. Falcon was tucked away in a corner of the room, back to the door and headphones on as he did his best to sing. Timeline of his latest video stretched out on the screen before him. Moving in, she gently tickled the very tips of her claws against his neck.

"_Though more fucks I've_EEEEYaah!" he leapt with a yelp. Spinning around with wide eyes, "Hey, Babe." Gladly accepting the kiss when she leaned down, "Didn't hear you come in. Thought that a spider landed me for a second there."

"A spider?" she arched her brow with a chuff, "Thought I was more of a cougar myself."

Sinking into a love seat, she smiled at him as sweetly as she could. Falcon huffed at her, "You'd be scared too if you saw this guy that was scampering around earlier." Eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, "I named him Cotton-Eye Joe... Where'd he come from, where did he go?" Returning his attention to her, he let a wide grin split his lips, "So what brings you here today? Thought Robert was in town."

"So did I," she sighed, "Apparently he's needed in Tokyo so he's off to there. Might be gone..." she hadn't really asked, "a week, a month, who knows." He certainly had a lot to think about now and she felt like there was a weight off her shoulders.

He looked from her to the computer and back, "Well, I'm almost done with this video. So if you give me about an hour to just look over it and then get it started we can do something."

Jennifer stretched and groaned quietly, "Take your time, you know I just like relaxing and reading over these books. There is something though but it might distract you too much." She chuffed quietly and smiled, "Heavens know I've done enough of that."

Eyes darted from her to the screen again, "Well now that you've told me that, I can't not be distracted."

She reached into the pocket of her long coat and pulled out the test, holding it up for him to see. Falcon leaned forward and adjusted his glasses, "That looks like a pregnancy test?" Head tilting as he looked from it to her. "Wait... whoa wait. You mean..." Pointing from her to the test, "Did we... ah..." He blinked again and leaned back as she just smiled at him, "Isn't that like a million-to-one chance?"

Quiet chuffs slipped form her, "Probably more thousand-to-one or something along those lines, but close enough. Now it's early enough that..."

Jennifer didn't get to finish the sentence. Falcon leaping from his chair and grabbing her shoulders. Pinning her back against the love seat as he mashed his face against hers in what was easily the most passionate kiss she'd had in years.

Falcon broke the kiss, eyes shining as he uttered, "I'm gonna be a daddy?"

"You," she gripped his cheek fluff, "are adorable, you know that." Foreheads pressed together as she grinned, "And yes you are. But if you ask me to start calling you that, I am going to have to knock you down a peg or two."

He dropped into the love seat beside her, "Ouch. Don't want that to happen. Ass still hurts from last time you decided to peg."

Arms and legs coiled loosely about each other as the tigers pressed close. Nuzzling one another's head as pleased chuffs slipped out. "It's your own fault. I warned you that if you wanted to try anal with me, I'd reciprocate. Plus your yowl was so cute." Teeth gently nipped one of his ears, "But you need to get your video done and uploaded so I can properly distract you."

Falcon groaned and nuzzled into her with a huff, "Fine, but you'd better be properly distracting when I'm done." He smiled and gave her another kiss, chuffing the entire time. Prying himself from her embrace to slink back to his workstation. Pausing just a moment as he thought, "Thousand-to-one, huh?" The tiger sat down, counting on his fingers, "Well, not a thousand but we did get a few dozen..."

"Oh Falcon?" Ear perked as he looked. "The faster you get done," she stood and opened her jacket, "The faster you get to unwrap this."

It was hard to tell which hit the ground faster, his jaw or her jacket. Jennifer had made the briefest of stops in her bedroom on the way over. Taking the opportunity to change out of her clothes and into her favorite lingerie, putting on her jacket to ward off the chill winter air and keep prying eyes from spotting her.

"I... would say that's distracting as hell. And motivational. To work!" he spun around and dove into editing. Leaving her to smile as she sank back down onto the seat. Legs crossing as she chuffed quietly, watching her partner at his work. The barest of shivers racing down her spine as the cold basement air washed over her bare nipples.

She endured it for a minute before gathering her jacket and putting it back on. "You need a better heater down here."

"Wouldn't be a problem if someone would wear more clothes in here."

"Do you want me to get properly bundled up?"

He cast a quick look back at her, the tigress flashing a perked nipple as she sank onto the seat again, "I'd say you're sexy no matter how bundled up you are, but... hard to compete with that. I do have a blanket down here if you want."

Jennifer smiled as she leaned back, fingers idly stroking under her coat to rub at her bare stomach, "Please and thank you."

Falcon turned to grab the blanket, "Anything for y... AAHH! FUCK YOU COTTON-EYE JOE!"