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Snow crunched under our feet-paws, as we made it back home. It still felt surreal that my Ari was here with me, in my arms, against me. He's here with me again, one more time, I kept telling myself over and over the closer we got home. Like, this was still a dream and I would eventually wake up the minute we got side, ripping him away from me again. I knew that, with each step, it felt like we were marching to the end . . . and I'd be alone again at the end.

At several points in our walk, the very thought caused me to completely break down, and each time Ari was there to comfort me, saying everything will be ok. And then, here we were, outside the entrance of our house.

Our home . . .

The door swung up when, and we stepping inside the dark and cold place. "God, I missed this place," Ari said. He went over and hung up his coat. He still had on the clothes he wore the night of the accident. For him, this was like a place long forgotten--a place of warmth and love. For me, it was the opposite. His clothes were a reminder that this was all my fault. I caused him to walk out on the night that led to his death. This place was just a dark and empty reminder of how lonely it was here without him. What it will be again at midnight Christmas Day . . .

My eyes started to tear up again, and there was Air, right there, holding me again. "Shhh . . . it's ok," he soothed. He leaned back and smiled at me. But I could the sorrow in his body, the way his smile didn't match his sad eyes, the way his tail lupin ears tipped back. It was as if he knew what I was thinking about.

I gave a raspy chuckle, wiping away my tears. "You're right," I said. "I should focus on the present, with you here." I clasped his paws before pulling him into a tight embrace. Our paws roamed each other and our lips pressed together. God, did I miss this. I missed him, I missed the way his scent always lingered in my nose or the softness of his fur against my paw pads. Most importantly, those striking eyes that were staring straight at me.

We pulled away from each other panted breath. "Here," I said, pulling him to the couch. I went about turning on the lights and cranking up the heat since Ari was shivering, and so was I. I took my set next to him, holding his paws. Honestly, I was afraid to let go--afraid this was a dream and I still asleep upstairs. But everything felt solid, real. Like him.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him. "Were you," I started to say. "Were you in heaven?"

Ari stole himself before taking a deep breath. "Yes," he answered.

"What was it like up there?" I shouldn't ask this, why was I asking this?

Ari chuckled, his voice ringing. "That's . . . hard to describe. The longer I'm down here, the harder it is to remember the specifics. I was at peace . . . and I was always watching over you. Oh, babe,"--he pressed his paw against my cheek, and pressed against the warm paw, "I know how much you were hurting down hear without me." He wrapped me up in his arms, like a coddled child in need of comfort.

We stayed in this position for a couple of minutes. I didn't want to move, and neither did he, but there was something that had always been weighing on my mind. I looked down again at his clothes before sliding to the floor before him. Our paws were still locked together and I looked him square in the eyes. "Do you blame me for your death?" I asked.

The look on his face caused my heart to swell. "Of course not!" He got down on the floor alongside me and held my face in his paws. "None of this is your fault."

Again, this swell of emotions filled me to the brim until they burst. "But I do!" I croaked. It felt like this massive knot swelled inside my throat, making it hard to breathe, let alone speak. "It's all my fault . . . !" and that was all I could manage to say, over and over. "Please . . . please forgive me!" I pressed his paws against my forehead, willing him to forgive me--even though I didn't deserve it! How could I ask him to forgive me, when I was such a damn idiot to let my anger get the better part of me and let him walk out on me that night.

"Sweetheart," Ari said soothingly. "With all of my heart, and the honest truth, I don't blame any of this on you--what so ever." He said the last part with such conviction. "What happened that night was just a horrible accident. You had nothing to do with it."

"But I blame myself if I hadn't gotten in an argument with you, even knowing deep down I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. If I hadn't let you walk out that night. And now . . . I would do anything to have traded places with you, as long as you were still alive."

"And you know I would never want that. How could I?" he said. He brushed his blunt claws against my cheek. "I could never live the thought of you taking my place--even if it meant I'd still be alive. Do you hear me?"

I did. I really did, but that still didn't mean I wouldn't have had it the other way. I . . . I can't think like this right now. Why was wasting what little time we had together? We had a little less than twenty-four hours until he was gone from my life again, we should make the most of it.

"Dan," Ari said, breaking me from my train of thought. "Why don't we go to bed? It's late, and we're both exhausted. It looks like you barely got any sleep in the past two days . . ." Well, he wasn't wrong there.

"No, I can't," I said. "Then I'll less time with you. Or-or I'll walk take up you won't be there. Ari . . . I'm afraid this is all a dream, and I don't want to 'go to sleep' if it is." Everything about this, the feel of him, felt real. So, this couldn't be a dream, but I didn't want to risk it if it was.

"Sweetheart, I'll still be here in the morning with you. I promise."

I looked into his eyes for any signs he was lying, but he wasn't. "Promise?" I asked. Because I don't think I could survive if I woke up the next morning and he wasn't there.

Ari leaned forward and kissed my nose. "I promise." He took my paw in his and helped lift me up, leading me to the stairs.

"Wait!" I said as he took the first step.

He looked back at me, puzzled.

I couldn't let him see our bedroom in such disarray. "Just, wait here until I come back down. Please?" I asked.

Ari nodded. "Sure," he said and then yawned. "But please don't take long."

I quickly ran upstairs, headed to our bathroom, and rummaged around for the garbage bags here. I quickly picked up all the bottles that were scattered around the room, emptying the bottles that still had a beer in them. But what was I to do with the bag? Any movement it made, caused the bottles to clink together, which I'm sure he heard. And what about the bedsheets? They were disgusting. I hadn't changed them since Ari's passing, so they were . . . stained.

After making a short decision, I threw the bag into the spacious room we had and quickly changed the sheets. I came back down to find Ari right where I left him.

"All done?" he asked, and that caused me to stagger a bit. He had to have known what I was doing upstairs, what I was too ashamed to have admitted.

"Y-yes," I said.

Once we had it upstairs and inside our bedroom, Ari sat down and rested a paw against the fresh sheets. "It's nice to sleep in a bed again," he said in a distant voice. It wasn't to me though, more to himself. Then he looked up to me. "It'll be nice to sleep next to you again. It's something I really missed doing."

He held up his ringed finger in front of his eyes. The wedding band glinted in the soft light. He closed his eyes, cupped his paws close, and brought the band to his lips. This was something he's wanted for a long time, even if it was a little too late. Slowly he opened his eyes again and stared at me, smiling.

I took a gulp, and oddly enough, I felt nervous--like I was a young kid again, about to sleep with his crush for the first time. "Me too. Do . . ." I started to say. "Do you want to get undressed or just sleep in our clothes?" I didn't really want to sleep in my suit, but would if it made Ari comfortable.

My rabbit smiled at me. He eyed me up and down. It was almost predatory. Instead of answering he just started taking off his clothes, and soon we were both in nothing but our fur. God, did I miss the sight of his beautiful naked body. Everything from his long ears, down to his cream-colored stomach, to his white sheath and sac, all the way down to his booted feet-paws.

I came to the bed and pushed him down. I straddled his hips while pressing him into the soft bedding. My paws explored his body while my tongue and lips explored every crevice of his neck and muzzle. His scent was as intoxicating as even; it filled me to the brim, and still, my body wanted more. More of his scent, more of his touch, more of. . .

My body was demanding a more _physical_connection with him. With his sheath grinding against mine, it wasn't surprising my tip was already peaking out. And I could tell he wanted it too with how he was already halfway out of sheath at this point.

I looked into his eyes, panting. He wanted this . . . God is damned if I didn't want to give it to him. But our _need_could wait. So, for now, this was enough. I nodded my acknowledgment with him before getting off.

Ari propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at me. "Tomorrow night," he said. "It'll be well worth the wait."

I bathed him both the hungry gleam in his eyes as well as the lovingness in them too. I couldn't agree more. It wasn't just the physical desire I craved for, but also the emotional connection I longed to feel. Honestly, I would have been okay with not having sex with my rabbit, but the arouse between my legs said otherwise.

Slowly, Ari and I crawled under the covers, pressing against each other. I cradled him close to my chest while he entangled his arms and legs around mine. My nose was buried between his ears. I took another hit of his scent and all but moaned. One more night with my husband, my mind told me. Despised the sense of trepidation I was feeling when that moment came, I was finally able to fall asleep. I'd get a good night's rest--something I hadn't had in a long time.

Soft sunlight filled the room. My arms went to pull Ari closer. I wanted nothing more than to sleep with him a little longer, but my paws came up empty. I opened my eyes and found his side of the bed lacking in the rabbit department? "Ari?" I called out but got no reply.

No . . . . . no no no no! I thought. No! This couldn't have been a dream. Oh, God! Noooo . . .!"Ari!" I called out. "Please, Ari!" No. This couldn't be. He was here! I know he was . . . I--

And there he was rushing into the room with a plate of food in his paws. He placed them down and sat on the bed next to me, worried. "Dan?!" he said. "What's the matter?" He rested a paw against my forehead.

I just sat there speechless before pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, thank God," I breathed against him, not wanting to let him again. "I was worried this was a dream. But you're still here--it wasn't a dream."

"Oh babe," he said, holding my cheek in his paw, and my instinct, I pressed back against him. "I was just downstairs making you breakfast. I'm still here, I promise."

"Oh . . . okay," was all I could say. I looked over to see the plate of scrambled eggs, two pieces of bacon and sausage, and buttered toast. It all smelled fantastic.

One of Ari's eyes flicked nervously and he looked embarrassed about something. "I also took out the garbage bag you tried to hide in the spare room and cleaned the dirty sheets as well." He gave me a reassuring half-smile.

I blushed beat red and placed my face into my paws. Shit . . . I was hoping he didn't have to see the bag _filled_with empty liquor bottles. As for the sheets . . . after his pacing, I just couldn't bring myself wash or change them. They were one of the few things I had that still had his scent in them.

"I don't blame you, you know," he said gently. "I understand--I'm not happy you decided to drink yourself in your sorrows, but . . . I understand." He got onto the bed and cuddled next to me.

I was about to say something when my phone rang up. I looked at who was calling and wasn't surprised to see it was Mom. If I answered, what would I say? Could I admit Ari was actually next to me, alive? Would I sound crazy? Even with him literally right next to me, touching me, I still had my doubts this was real. So, I simply said, "Morning Mom."

"Dan?" she asked. She sounded surprised. "I'm sorry if I woke you, I . . . I wanted to see how you were feeling. You didn't answer my message last night." I could hear her voice beginning to crack. I felt bad for making her worry.

Ari's ears perked at the mention of my mom. He had gotten on the bed and cuddled close to me, keeping his ears perked at our conversation.

"I'm . . . I'm good," I said. I reached down and scratched Ari's head.

"Dan . . . you can be honest with me, dear," she said. "I know this is a hard time of year for you. We miss him too you know, your father and I."

I should be hurt that she didn't believe me, but I couldn't blame her. I was pretty messed up the previous night. Each day it got closer to the anniversary of Ari's accident, I started to eat less, got less sleep, and started drinking more.

I looked down at my rabbit. "Honestly, I'm fine," I reassured her. "I feel like I finally got some closure. . ." I could see the smile he was trying to hide, and that made me smile.

Ari got up and mouthed, "I'll be right back," and left the room.

"That's great the hear, Dan," Dad said, now joined on the conversation. "I'm sure wherever he is, he'll be glad about it." Oh, I'm sure he is . . .

"Listen," Dad said. "If you're up for it, why don't you come over right now for Christmas. We don't want you to be alone right now."

I smiled. "That'd be great, but . . . for today, I just want to be alone for now. I don't ready yet to come over. Tomorrow I will, I promise. I today I just need today for myself."

"Of course," Mom said. "Take as much time as you need. We'll be here when you're ready."

"Thank you, Mom," I said. "Have a merry Christmas."

" . . . Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart."

I dropped the phone when I was done, blowing out a breath. I just don't know what state I'll be in tomorrow when I lose Ari again. That was always there, in the back of my mind, looming close each minute. In just a few short hours he'll be gone. Hopefully, I can keep to my word about getting closer . . .

Ari came back in with a plate of food in his paws for himself. I grabbed my own and looked down at the full meal he had prepared: pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon. It all looked and smelled delicious.

It looks like Ari had gotten the same, but I assume he used the vegan back for himself.

Ari was just about to head me my glass of orange juice when I noticed something. "Ari? Are you wearing the apron the foxes gave you.?" I asked, and nothing else . . . he was completely nude.

Ari grinned. "I took up Launa's suggestion. Breakfast in bed with nothing on but this." I couldn't deny it looked good on him. Of course, he always looked good with little to no clothing on anyway. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "I forgot something!" He made it a purpose of slowly walking out of the room.

I couldn't help but watch that fine piece of rabbit ass as he walked away. Damn him, and his sexiness.

My stomach growled in hunger. I wanted to wait until Ari was back before eating, but I really hadn't eaten anything for the past two days, s I was starving. I started wolfing down and food. I was just about to scarf down the pancakes when Ari came back in with a can of whipping cream and a huge grin on his muzzle.

I narrowed my eyes. "I swear to God if you'd used the can before you came up here . . ." That grin of his only widened. He knew what I was insinuating.

Ari just rolled his eyes before getting in bed with me. "Please, I'm not that much of a perv. You know how much of a mess that'd be to clean out of my fur?"

"Yes," I said without missing a beat.

He just gave me a look. He curled up next to me, and my instant, I rested my arm against him back. I missed this . . . I missed teasing him like this.

"Aren't you going to finish eating?" I asked. He had all but stopping eating. I was worried. He looked lost in thought.

"I'm just thinking . . ." he said.

"About what?"

"It's just that . . . you kept this stupid apron . . . and the Santa costume." He looked down the garment, fiddling with the edges.

Now it was my turn to be silent. "I couldn't bring myself to through them out . . . or even touch our presents last year." I had such a hard time putting the tree back up because it was just a painful reminder that that'll be the first Christmas, I'll be alone without him.

Ari's ears tipped back and he gave me a sad smile. I can only imagine what he was thinking about right now. Maybe it was my inability to let him go and move on, or maybe how hard this past year was without him. I don't know . . . I hated that, wherever he was, that he was up there watching over me, worried. I didn't want him to worry, but even now, I was slowly being filled with crippling anxiety. In my head, I was counting down every hour, every minute, and every second I still had left with him. I'm sure he knew, but I couldn't bear the thought of telling him.

Ari put our food aside and crawled onto my lap, pulling me into a deep and passionate kiss. His body sank against mine, and it wasn't long until we were both squirming against each other, panting heavily. I wanted to ask him what brought on this spontaneous moment, but at the same time, I really didn't care. I wanted him right now. I wanted his touch. I wanted his kiss--I wanted the feel of his tongue against mine.

I wanted all of him--and I could tell he wanted me too.

Ari pressed his hips against me and I could feel something poking against me, and with him practically being bare naked, it wasn't hard to figure out what it was.

I took a deep breath, breathing in his arousing scent.

Ari looked down between us and blushed deeply. He looked utterly embarrassed. It was adorable. "Oh um . . ." he squeaked. "I'm sorry . . .the kiss had really gotten to me."

I grinned at him. "Perfectly natural, my love. I understand."

"Right," he said before getting off. He got up, made his way to the bathroom, and looked back at me. "Care to join me in the shower?" the words came out slow and seductively. He was practically flagging his tail for me. He partly closed the door and turned on the shower.

"I, um," I stuttered. "I'll be right in." Now it was me blushing. My sheath blossomed with heath as approval. "Of course, you'd say yes." Not that I could blame that part of me. Let's just say I had a long bit of celibacy for the past couple of months. I quickly got up--practically tripping to get to the door. The bathroom was warm and filled with steam. There in the shower stall stood my sexy rabbit. His back was to me and he just stood there under the showerhead.

I undressed with hast and got inside. The stall wasn't particularly big; it really was meant for one person, but I doubted Ari minded sharing the cramped space with me. He leaned back against me with a light moan.

"This feels amazing," he said. I couldn't disagree more. The hot water felt great against my body, and with Ari pressing against me, it felt better. I brushed my tail against his leg affectionally.

"Careful," he said. "I might just keep that tail for myself."

I chuckled. "But of course. But that would mean that nub of a tail is mine too." I trailed a claw down this back, feeling the muscles bunch together before teasing his little rabbit tail. I was tempted to reach a little lower, or better yet, reach in front of him. Now there was a prize I was dying to get a taste of again.

Ari turned around, and it wasn't surprising he was already hard. He shoved my back into the glass before attacking my front with little nips are and there. But that also meant his hardness was pressing against me. He teased my sheath with his.

My breathing got heavier and my heart raced. "Ari . . . I . . ." I lost all ability to take once he grabbed my sheath and started stroking my cock out. All I could do was moan and let him manhandle me and my shaft. "God Ari, you should dominate me more often, it's hot," I moaned.

He grabbed both our cocks in his paw and stroked them together. And all the while he was doing this, he hadn't stopped his assault on my body with kisses and nuzzles.

I breathed in his scent, taking a hit each time. It just added more fuel to the fire in my loins. I wanted this badly. But there was a greater need than the feel of his paw on me: it was him inside me. "Ari, I'm starting to . . ." I could feel my body tightening up, starting to build up for the release.

Ari had slumped against me like dead weight. That hadn't stopped his stroking or kissing, "I know," he moaned. "Me too."

For a brief second, a single question hung in the air: do we continue this under the blissful end or wait? With the sexual tension between us as heavy as the steamy air inside, and both of us so close . . . . it wasn't hard to take the last step over the edge . . .

We stared into each other's eyes and knew it was better to wait until the night. If this was the last time I got to spend with my Ari, I'd rather wait until tonight to make it special for the both of us--no matter how pent up I was.

Ari let go of us and went back to finishing the shower. I still had my back pressed against the glass and just watched him go about such a mundane task with fascination and arousal. Of course, he wasn't making the latter part easy with how deliberately he was touching himself in certain places. Horny bastard kept flagging his tail every chance he got, and the way he was slowly "washing" his sheath and ass . . .

"Will you stop that!" I finally said. "You know you're making this hard enough as it is."

He just giggles. "Am I? Doesn't look like I'm making it hard enough."

I towered over him and growled threateningly. "Careful, or I'll take you to the bed right now. And I won't give a shit that your soaked or not."

"Mmm." He reached up on his tippy-toes and kissed my nose. "And there I thought you wanted me to be the dominate one." He gave me a wink before finishing up and stepped out. With a towel around his waist, he quickly went about wiping himself down before pulling out the fur-dryer to finish the job. It was such a mundane task to stand here and watch, but to me, it was such an entertaining thing to watch. Since . . . since it'll be the last time, I watch it . . .

I want to watch everything he does, no matter how little or small it was. He could just be brushing his claws through his fur, and to me, it was the most interesting thing in the world . . .

What were we just talking about? Oh, yeah. "Yeah, well, I do!" I called out as I was washing my fur down. I had gotten distracted by what Ari was doing, I forgot about my response. "It was hot as fuck, but your teasing is unbearable right now." I combed my claws through my fur to get out any dirt or grim I still had in it. I don't think he was fully aware of the effect he had on me right now, or maybe he did and was using it to his advantage. My pending arousal certainly didn't appreciate it. What I wouldn't do just to take him to the bed and have my way with him.

"Just giving you something to look forward to tonight," he said over the fur-dryer.

I got out shortly afterward, taking the drier after he was finished, and quickly dried my fur. And after quickly brushing my teeth, I headed out into the bedroom where Ari was already getting ready.

"So," he said, pulling his pants up. "What did you want to do first?" He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for me. His eyes were locked on me and his tall ears were attentive. He looked so adorable like that, and I couldn't help but smile at him. Something about his lapin features was just so cute!

I thought about it. There were so many things I wanted to do, but for now, I stuck with the simplest. "Why don't we bring the presents downstairs and put them under the tree?" I finished getting dressed and went into the closet and started pulling out the wrapped packages. They were all there . . . still in its original wrapping. I hadn't touched them since the accident. Sometimes, I couldn't even bear to look at them because they reminded me off, so I just put a blanket on them. I _had_to cover them up.

Now . . . now it didn't hurt as much.

Ari and I snuggled up on the couch after we finished sorting out the presents. It was nice being able to do this one more time with him. We laughed and we cried at each other's gifts . . . it was moment's like this I was going to miss . . . moment's I'm going to cherish.

Ari rested against me, wearing the new short I got him. He was holding his, "How to Write A Book for Dummies" book in his paws--which he loved. He loved all the stuff things I got him. Just wish he could have the chance to enjoy them.

I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, breathing in his scent again. A soft cry broke through the barrier I was trying so hard to keep up. I didn't want him to know that, while this was probably the best day with him, it was also the worst. It was the worst because, after tonight, I'd be alone again . . . like a fleeting kiss that you just wanted more of.

Ari sighed and turned around. "Hey," he said softly. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the warm breath on my fur. "Everything will be alright. You will survive this."

I looked into his amber eyes of his and again, that barrier cracked a little more. I gasped as if unable to breathe and my body shook. "I don't kn--"

"Promise me," he interrupted. "Promise me you'll be ok."

I was speechless. All I could do was be honest. "I don't know if I can . . . but, I want to try."

My rabbit nodded. "That's all I can ask," he said before planting a kiss on my lips. It was soft at first. Then he settled against me more, and that kiss became more heated--passionate. Our lips parted and his tongue slipped into my muzzle. This continued for a good fine minutes before he had to break away to breathe. It left us both breathless, _and_pent up. I was starting to get hard from it, and I'm sure he was too. But we wanted to wait tonight. It was going to be hard trying to get out of each other's pants.

"Right," he said breathlessly. "Why don't we put on a movie or something?" He turned back around but nestled against me. He put on some random Christmas movie, and together we watched that until it ended.

My paws stroked against his arm sensually, claws slagged on the cloth a few times. I switched from holding him to caressing his leg or arm. I was starting to get a little restless. We still had a few hours before we planned on heading the bed, but it was hard to distract myself from the sexy body in front of me. I shouldn't be thinking about sex right now, especially with how things are going to end tonight after midnight. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him. It's been so long since I've had any form of sexual release.

Stop, I told myself, and my sheath. With how little time we had left together, I didn't want to worry about sex right now. It was hardly on the top of my list to think about, but my body disagreed. You can do this. And surprisingly, it worked. My lust subsided and just enjoyed the touch and comfort of him.

The day surprisingly past quickly--which saddened me because it meant I had less time with my bunny. Our time was split between watching movies on the couch, to making dinner for each other. That part was hard since I barely had any food in the house. So, we--well I--had to make an emergency stop at the local grocery store. Ari was lucky I still had eggs and bacon on hand for breakfast. By eight o'clock, dinner was ready, and the table was set. Skillet Cod with Lemon and Capers quick was paired with a new bottle of red wine we had last year. It was something memorable we could both enjoy.

The lights were dimmed low and candles were lit. I spent the dinner just watching him, listening to him read out loud his novella Intertwined. I wish I had the chance to do this more . . .

"Dan," Ari said midsentence. He reached out a paw and held mine gently in his own. "Is everything ok?" He looked so worried and concerned.

"Hmm?" I asked. I hadn't realized I had started crying again. With how much I had cried the previous night and last night, it was a wonder I still had tears left to give . . . "I'm sorry . . ." my voice began to crack again. "I just . . . I miss hearing your voice, listening to talk about your stories . . ." I wiped the tears away and took a gulp of what remained of my wine. The bitter liquid washed my pallet and made me feel a little better. "Please continued."

Ari took a sip of his as well and continued reading his story. After an hour and half of listening to Ari's stories, we decided to hang upstairs for the end of the night. For the end of my time with Ari, my brain repeated to me. I told myself to stop focusing on that and to instead focus on what was coming next. But all throughout the day, it was all I could think about. There were times I could distract myself by focusing on Ari, but that panic I felt was still there, growing brighter as the day passed.

This time it was Ari's turn to lead me up the stairs. For one more night of romance . . . one more night of him . . . .

Once inside our bedroom Air turned to me. "Why don't you freshen up while I get ready," he said. He gave me a breathless kiss before turning to the closet, presumably to put on the sexy Santa lingerie I kept from him.

I stepped inside and quickly began pacing back and forth. To say I was nervous was an understatement, like a kid who was about to have his first sexual experience. And that was sorta true. It's been so long since I've had sex--and it's not just the sex my body craved, but also the intimacy with someone I love with my whole heart.

I splashed water in my face in hopes that would help my nerves. It did help a bit. I quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed my maw before using some deodorant and springing myself with the cologne Ari had boughten for me. Making sure I was clean down there--both in front and under my tail, I steeled myself before exiting the bathroom.

I stood in the doorway, awe-struck. Ari was once again in his costume, looking beautiful and sexy at the same time. He always did. This time though, on his last night, he looked even more beautiful.

This is what'll remember after tonight. The way he looked, the patterns in his fur, his beautiful amber eyes, his small figure.

We rushed to each other, arms wrapped around one another, noses buried against the other's fur. Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared at me. "I love you . . ." he said. And of course, . . . the love in his eyes when he said those three little words . . .

I pressed him against the bed aggressively, devouring him with my eyes. I did give him a moment to breathe as I mashing my lips around, and my paws roamed against his body with haste. My claws slanged on the fabric, causing it tears at places. "Oh god," I moaned kissing him again, and again, and again. A deep throaty growl erupted from my throat and if felt my instincts were solely in control. I'm a predator . . . and Ari is my prey . . .

Ari gave a breathy laugh. "Dan! You're smothering me." He gave half-hearted attempts to push me away before giving up.

"I know," I said, not letting up. My tail lashed behind and my hunger increased. I needed him, and I needed him now.

He fell on the bed. He looked up at me, panting heavily. The costume was practically ripped to shreds. I was worried I might have gone too far if I knew he wasn't loving it. He sprang up and pulled me onto the bed. He flipped me over and straddled me. "Now it's _my_turn the be the dominate one here." He ripped off what was left of the upper part of the costume, still remaining in the mini-skirt.

I just laid there and panted as he had his way with me. The experience left my body hot a heavy, and I couldn't help but squirm against every little touch of his. It was like a spark that was reigniting my body.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I'm going to do dirty things to you tonight." Slowly he helped me out of my shirt before sliding down my body, nosing his way down until he got to my pants. He unbuckled them, sliding them off until I was only in my underwear. His eyes were on me while he lowered his muzzle down to my crotch. His nose pressed again my sheath, and I could feel him inhale deeply.

We both shuddered, and I could feel myself slip from my sheath a little bit. And then his tongue pressed against the cloth, against my sheath, and I gasped. He continued this until the front of my boxers were absolutely wet.

He lowered them and tossed them over his head rather comically. "Won't be needing these," he said. Though, I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or himself, who knew. He looked down at my partly exposed shaft and sheath and licked his lips.

I could feel his hot breath on my sheath. And then I felt his muzzle around me. My paws clenched the sheets as I cried out in pleasure. My tail quivered and my legs shook and he started sucking on me. Slowly, teasingly. It wasn't long until I was fully out of my sheath. "That's what I've been missing," Ari said, giving shaft another bath. His tongue teased my barbed tip.

"Ari," I all but whined. "Please . . . I can't take much more of this." All this teasing cause me to leak pre, a lot.

My rabbit just chuckled before taking me out of his muzzle, and that amazing tongue of his went lower until they were bathing my sac for a bit, and then went lower. He spread me before lapping at my entrance. It was good a good thing I made sure I was clean down, because, honestly, I didn't want him to stop. Ari didn't usually rim me unless he was feeling a little frisky, and tonight he certainly did.

He pressed his tongue against me, slowly applying pressure.

"Ari?" I started to ask until his tongue slipped inside. "Holy shit . . . !" I pressed a pillow against my muzzle to keep from moaning to loudly. But it was hard--he was doing such a fantastic job!

After a moment he stopped and got up until the bed. I just laid there, pant.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Amazing," was all I could say.

"Good." he dug under his pillow and popped something into his muzzle before giving me a tongue filled kiss. Instantly I could taste something minty on his tongue. He planned this . . .

"Now, I believe I deserve a reward for my effort." He got up and lightly sat on my chest. He pointed to his skirt and said, "Get started."

I raised a brow at him. I was _so_enjoying this dominant Ari. It was hot as fuck. "Of course," I said. I lifted the skirt wasn't surprised he wasn't wearing anything else under it. He was also sporting a rock-hard erection, and his tip was dribbling pre onto my chest. I pressed my lips forward and nursed his tip inside my muzzle.

"God yes," Ari moaned. He bit his lip as more of him slipping inside my muzzle. I started to work up a steady pace, sucking on his cock gently. You're not the only one who can tease, I thought. I continued this until Ari placed his paws on either side of my head and slammed his member deep into my muzzle.

I tapped his thigh and shot him a dirty glare.

He smiled down at me and then shrugged. "You were taking too long," he said before burying himself into my muzzle. Definitely liked this new side of him. It was a shame I didn't have more time to see how much I could push his buttons.

"Oh-oh! I'm close," he squeaked. He gave a few more pumps before sliding out of my muzzle.

I leaned forward and gave his sensitive tip a few teasing licks. He shuddered against me.

Ari crawled down until we were both in the same eyesight. He gave ma a light kiss on the nose before his lips found mine again, and I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me. "You're such a good cock-sucker," Ari teased.

I grinned. "Well, I did learn from the best," I teased back. I laughed when he gently hit me in the chest. "What? I had a really good teacher."

He propped himself on his arm and stared at me. "Oh sweetheart . . . you were already good at it before you started. Even then deep down, your um, muzzle, and cock knew what it wanted before you did."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Gee, thanks." Maybe that was true. Ari was the first and last person I had gay sex with. He knew what I wanted before I did. I couldn't help but think back to my first night with him. Him telling me how good I was at sucking him off--for a first-timer. That night, like this one, was magical.

Ari looked up at me. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. He rested his paw against my member and started stroking it, making me squirm again. He pressed his thumb against my tip and started rubbing it.

"J-ju-just," I stuttered. "Thinking about our first night together."

Ari stopped stroking me and smiled gently at me. "Yeah . . . that night was magical." He rested his head against my chest and just laid there. He must be thinking back to that night as well.

I remember after making love, us just laying in bed together. We were both a little sticky and exhausted. I remember him looking up at me saying, "See . . . I knew you were a cock sucker," and then he said, "I love you." That night changed my life--and so will this one.

"I love you too," I said out loud. I held him tightly to me, not wanting to let go of him.

Ari's ears flicked, and he reached up and kissed me again. "And I love you too." He got up and removed the mini-skirt before grabbing the bottle of lube that was on the nightstand. He uncapped it and took a sniff at the arousing scent. It caused his cock to jump and him to moan. "I can't wait to feel you again."

I watched him with hungry eyes, lost at the sight of him. I wanted him even more now.

He started the lift his tail to apply some lube to him before I held his arm. He looked down at me with an inquisitive look.

"Wait . . ." I said. I took the bottle from him and squirted some on my paw, lubing his shaft. I reached down between us and started applying some to my tailhole. "Please . . . I want you inside me . . ."

"Dan . . ." he said. "Are you sure? I don't mind taking it."

"Please . . . I need_this, I need _you." It was hard to keep the whine out of my voice. I looked into his eyes, begging.

"Okay." He held my paws into his. "We'll do it your way." He sat on the bed and rested him back against my headboard. He added some more lube to himself before nodding.

I grinned and straddled his hips. "Want to loosen me up?" I asked. Ari wasn't a large man down there, average, but still, it's been a while since I've token him.

"Of course." Ari reached under me and with a slicken digit, pressed his finger inside. He started stroking my cock to help relax me. It wasn't long before he could get a second finger in, working it in and out of me. "Honey, are you sure? You're still pretty tight."

I moaned as he fingered me. "Yes," I moaned. "Please, keep going. You're doing a great job." And he was, pressing in all the right spots to start getting me to leak pre.

Ari counited this for another minute or so until he was satisfied, I was loose enough for him. He tapped my thigh to get me to lift my hips. He aligned his member under me and pressed his tip against my tailhole. "Ok, I'm good. Go slowly."

Slowly I lowered myself onto him. I grit my teeth and clenched as he went inside, only breath a sigh of relief when I hit the base of him.

"Dan, maybe we should--" he started to say.

"No! Please, I need this," I panted. "Just, give me a moment to adjust."

"Okay, just take your time. No need to rush this." He started stroking me again and rubbed my chest in a soothing pattern.

I nodded. Once I felt I was relaxed enough, I wiggled my hips to help loosen me up more. It seemed to help because I didn't feel as much discomfort as before. I took a deep breath and lifted myself halfway before sliding back down on him again.

Both Ari and I moaned in pleasure. By the third time, there wasn't any discomfort, only blissful pleasure. It probably held that every time he sank into me, his tip pressed against my prostate. "Yes Ari, keep doing that," I shuddered at his cock made another as at that spot inside me.

It wasn't long before our lips were pressed against each other's, moaning as I rode him. Ari pulled back and slammed back into me. I cried out in pleasure. "Ari, good faster, please," I begged. He was only happy to oblige as he fucked me faster, driving his lapin cock inside my tight tailhole. "Harder, Ari, harder!" Those strong legs of his slammed his hips against mine, driving him deep inside. His cock was jammer jacking my pleasure button, I honestly didn't know how long I was going to last at this point.

He worked harder and faster inside, pistoling in and out of sore tailhole. The harder he went, the more I clenched around him. That causes him to give off these high squeaks as he fucked me. "Dan . . . I'm getting close," he panted.

I panted alongside him and forced my tongue into his muzzle, wanting to taste him again. "Me too," I breathed.

He wrapped his paw around my cock and started jerking it quickly as his thrust somehow picked up in pace, at the intensity of our lovemaking. "Fuck!" I cried out. Just a few more thrusts against my prostate and I came onto his paw and stomach--practically screaming out an orgasm.

It wasn't long until I felt him feel me. He held me tightly as we rode out the after-glow. I shuddered against him every time I felt him move inside me. I held his muzzle in my paws and kissed him passionately. "That was amazing . . ."

Ari chuckled. "You have no idea I missed being able to make love with you." He scooted down until I was laying on top of him. He slipped out of me, and I shuttered at the emptiness. I wanted him back inside me.

"Here," he said and handed me a towel to help clean me up.

I took it graciously and wiping off his cock before it retreated back into his sheath. Then I cleaned up my cum from his stomach and then went to the bathroom to finish cleaning myself. When I got out Ari was still there on the bed with his arms out as an invite to cuddle. Of course, I couldn't possibly turn that down. I crawled onto the bed with him and sank into his warm embrace.

We stayed like that for a while, with my back pressed against him, and his arms tightly around me. I'll miss this, I'll miss him . . . I . . . God, I wish this wasn't happening. Sex was a great distraction, but now that my mind was clear, I was very aware that it was almost twelve o'clock--merely ten minutes away. I didn't want him to go! I couldn't!

"Dan," Ari whispered softly. "It's almost time . . ."

I shuddered and started to cry again. "I know . . ." I croaked. "But, Ari, please . . . stay with me!"

"Shhh," he soothed. "I know. You know I want, but can't. Just stay here with me, that's all I can ask." He started the kiss the back of my neck, holding me tighter.

I cried against his arms. Why was this happening? This was so unfair! And then my watch, which got discarded beeped, let us know it was midnight. "Ari, I'm so sorry. I . . . I wish I could go back and change that night! I would have gotten down to my knee and married before the had a chance to walk out."

"I know . . ." he started to say, but for some reason, his voice started to sound distant, and his weight against me didn't feel as solid. "Dan . . . I love you. We don't always get second chances . . . so make it count."

What? "Ari?" I asked. I tried to turn around, but couldn't. My body felt light, weightless. It felt like I was drifting away, sinking into some unknown abyss. "Ari! Please, no! Don't go . . .!" But further, I sank as blackness engulfed me.

"Don't worry my sweet feline . . ." he said but his voice sounded so far away and muffled. "I'm still here with you. I will always be here for you . . . It was my wish to see you again, and this one is yours. Don't waste it . . ."

"Ari . . ." Ari! But it was no use. I kept sinking further away from the man I love. Eventually, everything went black . . .

I blurted out, "Maybe I'll propose to you Christmas Day morning." I quickly covered my muzzle with my paw, realizing what I just said. Wait . . . wasn't I just with Ari in bed? Wasn't I just about to lose him forever? Something about this felt familiar . . . Why were we here again?

Ari stared at me wide-eyed, his small body trembling. "How could you say a thing like that . . .? Especially when you know it's untrue!" he cried out. He turned away from me, sobbing heavily until he walked out of the kitchen, headed for the door, and started putting on his jacket.

I was frozen in place; my mind was completely blank and numb. _ Come on and fucking move!_ I screamed at myself until slowly, my mind cleared. I run toward the entrance door until the look Ari shot me, stopped me dead in my track. Frantically I tried to think of something to say this time. Something to stop him from leaving me again.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I repeated over and over in my head. "Ari wait, please! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it--" I started to say--

My paw brushed against something inside my pocket. I instantly recognized it. It was the box that held the engagement ring . . . but . . . how did it get here in my pocket? Ari's words repeated inside my head, over and over again, we don't always get second chances . . . so make it count. Did--did I get my wish? Was I here to correct my mistake? That night at his memorial, when Ari came back, he did say he didn't know if that wish was his or mine. That was his. . this one is mine. . . I can't make that mistake again!

"Dan . . . you can't take something like that back . . . ." Ari got his jacket and started to head for the door. Deep down, I knew that if he walked out that door, everything would revert back to that night, losing Ari all over again. I had one shot--wish--and I wasn't about to fucking throw it away!

"Ari, wait!" I yelled, sounding as desperate as I possibly can. This time he actually stopped.

I scurried after him, stepping between him and the door. "Arion Baxer . . . ." I said, getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" I opened the box and presented him with the ring.

He stood there, stunned. "Dan, I swear to God if--" he started to say before interrupting him.

"Ari . . . my sweet Ari. ..." I cried. "This is real. Please, marry me . . . I'm sorry for fighting with you, I really am. I was so afraid that if we did get married, that we might change and lose our love for each other. I'm not afraid anymore. I want_this--I want _you." I took the ring out and slipped it onto his finger.

"Arion Baxer, marry me," I repeated.

Ari slid down until he was eye level with me, He was crying too. "If you mean it"-- instantly nodded--"of course . . . how could I possibly say no to you . . . I love you so much, Dan."

We held each other for what felt like an eternity, crying against each other.

"I love you," he said again, wiping tears away. "Come." He got up and held out his paw.

I took it, and he pulled me up. The second I was up he kissed me hard on the lips. "Let's go to bed," he said.

I looked at the kitchen. "But what about the dishes?" I asked.

"Don't worry about them." He started to lead me up the stairs. "We'll worry about them tomorrow. Tonight . . . it's just you_and _I."

I did . . . I said the two words I've wanted to for a long time. I'll get to spend many more Christmas with my husband . . .