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

Love Is... Knowing when to give them some space.

The bathroom sang with the rush of hot water from the shower's well plumbed head, the stream wide enough to fill the entirety of the large glass cubicle and the pressure strong enough to leave its inhabitant feeling almost instantly refreshed.

Emma sighed joyously, leaning against the tiled back wall of the shower and turning her face up into the relentless torrent of wonderfully warm water. This last week had been... well, stressful barely covered it. Normally the vixen's job was more than bearable, in fact she rather enjoyed it most of the time. There was a new woman at their workplace though, just two weeks into the job, and she had managed to cause Emma a lot of worry over the past seven days. She herself wasn't the problem, god no. The new girl was one of the brightest, most vibrant and enjoyable people to work with that Emma had ever known! Already they'd socialised a few times outside of work, and Emma was certain that they could quite easily have become firm friends.

She'd thought that until the past Monday, that is, when Emma's boss had called her into his office and informed her of a rather unsavoury task which he was delegating to her. She had to fire, to let go, her new subordinate. After looking at the company budget and a recent productivity level survey, it had apparently been decided that the new girl wasn't bringing enough to the team for her continued service to be truly worth it in the eyes of the accounts department. Better to work your current team ragged than pay for them to slack off with another employee to lighten their load, was apparently their train of thought.

The afternoon of that very day, Emma had done her boss's dirty work. The new girl, Carolyn, had been devastated. She was enjoying her new job so much, and had felt so lucky to get a job like that one in the current economic climate! Unsurprisingly some of that sorrow had manifested as anger; anger at the higher ups, and at Emma herself for being the betrayer who had delivered the killing blow to her career prospects. Carolyn had yelled at the vixen, declaring that Emma hadn't tried hard enough to fight for her, that she was just another corporate suit!

In her pain and sorrow, she'd cut the vixen deeply. That was why at six o'clock that evening Emma was standing in the shower at home, with no intention of leaving it any time soon. All she wanted to do was wash off the dregs of this horrible day, and maybe the sour taste which Carolyn's words had left in her muzzle along with it.

With another deep sigh the female reached over and grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the small shelf on one wall of the cubicle. She squeezed a liberal amount onto her right paw and replaced the bottle, proceeding to massage the lavender scented gel into her long black hair. Working it in well, right the way down to her scalp, the vixen inhaled deeply as the thick lather infused the whole cubicle with the rich, perfumed aroma of one of Emma's favourite plants. It was such a heady yet soothing smell, truly the essence of relaxation. It didn't take away Emma's regret by any means; nor did she believe that it would, but it at least put a little distance between female and those distastefully vivid memories. This shower was her break; the hour or so in which she could relax, freed from guilt and responsibility, before sitting down and working out the issues rationally with Martin's help. It was her Zen. Her peace, and indeed piece of mind.

Once her hair had been washed and soaked twice over, Emma turning her face directly into the stream of water to clear a few stray suds away from her eyes, the vixen began to shampoo the rest of her fur. She worked the sudsy solution into her cheeks, her neck and her shoulders. She rinsed, then proceeded to lather up her arms and underarms. At every point along the way Emma made sure to expose that portion of her body to the flow of water as best she could. The consistent and high pressure flow of water felt so good against her flesh, like it was providing her with a fully body massage. Portion by portion, piece by piece, the kinks, stiffness and tension brought on by the week's exertions, both physical and emotional, melted away into a haze of vague and unfamiliar concerns that Emma simply could not bring herself to consider at this time.

Emma washed her breasts and belly all at once, taking a great paw-full of shampoo and applying it liberally to the soft, normally fluffy white fur that covered her water soaked underside. She traced the curve of her bosom with both paws, left upon left, right on right, and worked the lavender liquid into the firm, rounded mounds without any thoughts towards acting in a sexual or in any way seductive manner. Even as her fingers brushed the pink nubs of her nipples amongst that snowy fur the vixen paid no heed to the slight shiver which ran down the length of her spine. Amongst the warmth and relaxation of the shower a little physical pleasure was nothing special. It was nice of course, but nothing to write home about in an environment where every sensory input was a good one.

After her chest and stomach were sufficiently lathered up, the vixen set her feet apart in a wide, open stance and leaned back to expose the full length of her torso to the flowing water. She giggled, jerking and twitching slightly as the water danced upon her belly. It felt so gentle, yet wonderfully refreshing as it broke upon her furred flesh; a perfect representation of the relaxing, heartening peace which the vixen was in such need of. So much so in fact that it was almost a disappointment when she had to straighten up again, gathering another handful of shampoo in readiness to begin washing her legs.

Of course, going from belly to legs did seem to leave a few important areas unattended to. The blush which began to rise on the vixen's cheeks as she soaped up her lower limbs did, however, seem to indicate that she hadn't forgotten about that area so much as she had postponed her cleansing of it. Maybe because she just wasn't in the mood to pay much attention to down there, as the lack of interest in her breasts might well have suggested... or maybe because she did attend to, but wanted to clean the rest of her body properly first without getting distracted or overly fatigued. After all, what was the point in relaxing in that specific manner if you couldn't truly enjoy the warm, restful glow which followed?!

Either way, the vixen's blush persisted as she attended to her lower limbs. Her face reddened, her pulse quickened, and Emma bit her lip in an attempt at self restraint.

By the time all but her back, tail and of course more intimate regions were soaped, soaked and spotless, it was clear that Emma's thus far innocent shower was about to take a slightly more active, though just as relaxing, turn. The vixen was grinning with what seemed to be no good reason as she reached around and drew her soaked, oddly slender looking tail around to the front of her body and began to clean it. She seemed unable to remain still, bouncing on the balls of her feet as her toes paddled and splashed in the ground layer of water on the shower's floor. It was as though the stress of the last week had been holding her back, and now that she had sought to relax the vixen had done so to the point where even the most base of her inhibitions had fallen by the wayside.

It took close to two full minutes more for the vixen to finally reach the limits of her self restraint. Finally Emma whimpered in anxious, eager glee and allowed her thoroughly cleaned, well rinsed tail to fall back behind her. She promptly lay back against the rear wall of the cubicle once more. Her legs parted, slipping to opposite ends of the cubicle and grounding themselves against its raised sides. With her body set in place Emma lifted her paws up into the air, directing them into the shower's stream and spreading her paws wide open. She turned them over again and again beneath the relentless flow of water, watching the water running down her fingers and pooling in her palms for a few seconds, then twisting her wrists and marvelling as the water separated into a thousand glistening, dancing rivulets over the furred backs of her paws.

From there, after a good twenty seconds of soaking and warming her paws in the water, Emma's arms fell back to her sides. They barely rested there for a single second though, promptly swinging forward and bearing down on her crotch. That had been their true destiny from the outset, and now at long last Emma was able to bring them to bear on her body in the manner she had intended from the moment she first stepped into the shower.

Cupped by the vixen's right paw, the middle digit of Emma's left slid forward and proceeded to begin gently rubbing its way up and down between her legs. She shivered, closing her eyes and gasping as the finger parted the flesh of her most intimate regions and greeted the sensitive flesh within with the first manifestation of true pleasure. Some furs thought that masturbation was selfish; sinful for that reason even before the whole pleasures of the flesh argument. Emma on the other hand... she simply couldn't understand that argument.

She had a great sex life! Martin was a wonderful, passionate and greatly attentive lover. But even if the vixen came twice to every one of Martin's orgasms, even if he was legitimately the most giving and caring lover in all the world, Emma knew she would make the time and find the desire to masturbate. It wasn't like sex, which to her mind was in a large part all about love, passion, mutual desire, intimacy and all those other shared feelings which went hand in hand with that glorious act of physical and emotional union. Masturbation could be stress relief. It could be a relaxation tool; not fuelled by fantasy but by a simple want to feel good, to let all the cares of the world simply float away in a sea of sweet, sensual self-pleasure.

Emma whimpered happily, the finger that had been rubbing her treasure slipping into the clutches of her moist, warm vagina. She tapped upwards, groaning as the digit moved within her against those trembling inner walls. Slowly the vixen pulled her finger part of the way out of herself, only to let it sink swiftly back in again. She felt herself rising up on tip-toe as it thrust forwards once again, hips pushing out and up like she was trying to encourage a none-existent male to mate with her more hurriedly. Every probing motion of her finger drew another excitable gasp from the vixen's lips, and cast another dreary memory from the past few days into unrecognised obscurity. It was wonderful!

Just then, as Emma was beginning to pleasure herself with true, uninhibited gusto, she heard a strangely intrusive tapping of fingers against the glass door of the shower. A moment later, without any further warning, the cubicle door swung open! There, naked and smiling warmly, was Martin. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Emma; legs spread and paws between her legs. Chest heaving, face flushed scarlet and her fur soaked by rivers of steaming hot water. The smile on his muzzle didn't falter, but rather widened considerably as he realised precisely what he'd caught his girlfriend doing.

"Sorry, Emmy. I thought I'd join you, maybe help you unwind a little bit. But I guess you've already got that handled, huh?"

The vixen blushed fiercely, whimpering in bashful delight as her inner muscles clamped down around the finger still lodged inside her at the sight of her lover's naked body. She may not have intended to fulfil herself with a fantasy, but she couldn't simply turn off her attraction to the man she loved!

"I'll leave you to it. Maybe I'll come back and join you when you're drying off. We can cuddle in front of the fur dryer for a while. I know how much you like that."

Beaming, Emma gasped in pleasure once again as her loins twitched in longing; partly for further stimulation and partly for her bare-bodied boyfriend.

"Y-you don't have to go. W-we can shower together. You can h-help me out... make sure I'm e-extra clean. Ahh..."

Martin grinned, nodding in appreciation of his lover's offer.

"Thanks Emmy, but... I think you need this time alone, for you. I know you've had a bad week, and... well, anything you can do to make yourself feel better, you should do it. Just promise me you'll make it a good one, okay? Give yourself all that you've got to give. You deserve it."

Before the vixen could form a fully fledged response, her boyfriend was stepping back, blowing a kiss to her and closing the cubicle door between them. The glass windows, steamed up on top of their already frosted effect, obscured the pair from one another's view instantly. Suddenly Emma was all alone with her body once again.

For a few moments the female didn't move at all. Her face was still flushed violently, her body trembling under the influence of her longing for the male and the way he had looked at her pleasure stricken body with those deep blue eyes of his. What got to Emma the most though was how readily Martin had understood her situation. Of course he knew her, they'd been going out for almost two years after all, but he hadn't even suggested that he join her in the shower itself! He'd even outright refused the offer she made to him! And honestly? Even though Emma would have treasured the chance to make love to Martin there in the shower, she was so grateful to him for leaving her to her own body's ravaging. She did need this, and thanks to the understanding of her lover she could have it all to herself!

"T-thank you, Marty."

Emma groaned surprisingly loudly, a surprise even to herself as she resumed her masturbatory exploration. Something about being disturbed, being caught in the act and then being given the complete freedom to continue after the fact was proving enormously arousing to the vixen. She had barely begun to pleasure herself once again before it seemed that a single digit was no longer enough to satisfy the vixen. Thus she added a second, her middle and index fingers now rapidly sliding their way in and out of her sensitive nether regions. Emma moaned loudly, fingering herself with the curled digits of one paw whilst the fingertips of the other began to rub her clitoris. She'd never planned to draw this out, but nor had the vixen intended to pleasure herself so much, so fast!

"Oh god, y-yes!"

Emma's fingers grazed the upper surface of her treasure in that wonderfully sensitive area which anatomy defined as her g-spot, drawing that frantic cry of pleasure from the vixen's muzzle. She rocked her hips back and forth as her paw mated with the body from which it sprouted, eyes closed and muzzle open. Her tongue hung out as Emma groaned lewdly, a continuous stream of bliss-stricken vocalisations emitting from her muzzle between breaths. She was pleasuring herself so fiercely that her wrists were already aching, but it felt too good to give them even the slightest reprieve. She rubbed her clitoris again, really putting pressure on that pleasure-giving nub of nerves and yelping as ecstasy shot through her loins like a bolt of lightning.

The vixen's entire body began to tremble as she roughly masturbated herself towards orgasm. Her mind was a blank canvas, untainted by thoughts or fantasies. This was all about the physical; all abut letting Emma feel rather than having to think. She yelped in sheer glee as her treasure clenched its walls fiercely around her fingers, a flood of self-lubricating ejaculate running down her digits and over her palm. Her wrists burned with effort of maintaining such constant speed, her body begging for more all the while. Again she howled with pleasure, stabbing at her g-spot and feeling her body boiling under the intensity of the sensations running coursing through her.

"Oh god! Ohhh god!"

Emma shrieked in ecstasy, her body convulsing in violent euphoria as she came. Her fingers rubbed and rubbed at her clutching walls until finally the convulsions of her inner muscles forced them to withdraw. This only drew the female to cry out in greater ecstasy though, while both her paws rubbed and stroked at every inch of external flesh within their reach! Her clitoris felt like it was exploding with every touch, and as Emma rubbed the opening of her treasure; exposing its hot, red flesh to the world, her fingers were soaked by a fresh shower of her own ejaculate.

"Yes! Y-yes! Ohh yes!"

The vixen moaned and writhed in pleasure, milking her orgasm for all that it was worth. She pressed her fingers back inside one last time, screaming in abject rapture as with but one more touch of her g-spot she received a surge of stimulation that caused her legs to fold and crumple beneath her. Emma slid to the shower's floor, still wailing in pleasure, and remained there as she continued to rub and tremble her way through the main body of her violent climax.

And what of Emma's week of work now? Her worries, her guilt, all the problems with which she'd entered the shower?

What worries? What guilt? What problems?

Emma, whimpering and humping at her paws through the last few moments of that orgasmic high, was aware of nothing but pleasurable satisfaction and a growing, gathering sense of warmth and peace. The shower had achieved its intended effect to stunning success, and now all that remained was for the vixen to enjoy the fruits of her labour in pure, unadulterated leisure.

By Jeeves