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_ Crash Landing _

The bedroom door creaked louder than it had any right to. It left me frozen at the threshold, halfway between the light of the hallway and the darkness beyond, ears brushing the top of the doorframe while deep in thought over how to proceed any further. My Friday night out with work colleagues had stretched a couple of hours and a fair few drinks longer than I'd anticipated. The end result? A fuzzy head and a fragile sense of equilibrium as I leaned past the door to get a glimpse inside.

Bathed in what dim light made it past me, Sam laid fast asleep on his corner of a double bed far too big for him alone, tucked up tight with his palm-sized pillow beneath the thinner edge of our duvet. Small snores from my little 'panda rose into the dusky air. Again, then again. I stood there, waiting, my smile spreading wider by the second. How could it not? I reckon I could've stayed there all night watching him snooze away... If not for the whole needing to get myself into bed thing, too.

I took a deep breath and held it, easing the door open a fraction more. No creak came that time. Temptation enough to convince me to repeat the process. Meanwhile, my other paw reached back into the hallway, searching for and finding the light switch. With a flick, the bedroom fell into near total darkness, wholly indistinguishable, save for the curtains ruffling in the cool breeze entering from the quiet night outside. I'd have lost all trace of Sam, if not for his delicate breathing growing steadily louder as I nudged the door further and further.

By the end, following what felt like a near surgical operation to my imprecise paws, I negotiated an opening wide enough to sway my hips through the doorway and squeeze myself inside the bedroom. Not wide enough, however, to make my entrance painless.

"Grk..." I gritted my teeth from the door handle digging deep into the side of my stomach, suppressing any further groans as it tugged at both my shirt and my flesh. Pushing the door wider might've been a smart call. Too bad I didn't think of that until I'd snuck fully inside, nursing a souvenir sore enough to send my frizzing tail flitting. No matter. It wouldn't last long.

I searched for Sam again, finding him quickly now that eyes had adjusted enough to the dark. There he remained, still sound asleep, none the wiser to neither my presence, nor my super-stealthy entrance. So far, so good. Up next, I had the real challenge to face.

As Sam would no doubt gleefully attest to, at my size, staying stealthy would be no mean feat. That wasn't even to mention the alcohol still lingering in my system, throwing off my senses to degrees I couldn't quite approximate. So, as I started my way through the darkness, step after cautious step, my hyper-focus couldn't miss the fact that each sounded heavier and louder than the last, no matter how soft I tried to tread. Was that for real? It didn't make sense...

Biting down on my lip, harder and harder the closer I got to a still slumbering Sam, the relief that flowed with each successful stride proved palpable. So much so that in the end, my slamming yet somehow sneaking steps carried me all the way to the foot of our bed without issue. Almost there, I thought to myself. I'd be able to settle down and breathe freely without worrying over waking Sam soon enough.

Before I could climb into bed, I first needed to get myself out of my oppressively close-fitting work clothes. Usually, that would've been my first port of call after a day at the office, losing my shirt and my trousers somewhere between the front door and the living room. So then, after returning home, brushing my teeth, and sneaking into the bedroom, my urgency, my desperation even, to get comfortable was stronger than expected. A desperation that very nearly let me forget the situation I'd found myself in. By sheer force of habit, I grabbed two pawfuls of my shirt, yanking it free and away from my belt. I hadn't realised quite what I'd done until momentum had been set well and truly in motion.

I'd freed myself so hard and so fast that my whole stomach hefted, escaping as much as it could from beneath my shirt as it reached the peak of its rise. I swear, I watched gravity grab hold of me in the slowest slow-motion, helpless as it reversed my momentum and dragged so much darkened brown and orange fur down beyond my waistband. Hard.

The resulting, resounding thud rolled out from beneath my settled feet, tearing mercilessly through the silence. Atop the drawers behind me, I could hear cans of deodorant and tubs of fur wax jump and skitter, almost mocking my moment of forgetfulness. No question, Sam would've loved that display if he were awake. Fortunately, my mistake only sent him shifting and stirring beneath the sheets for a second. Damn it, Marek, I growled within myself. I had to be more careful.

With slower movements and gentler motions, I slipped off my socks, my tie, belt, then my trousers without so much as a sounding step. The final piece of that puzzle was to unbutton my shirt and steadily free more than just my lower stomach from it.

Stripped down to my boxers, I dumped all of my clothes in a makeshift pile on the carpet, ready to be carried out to the wash basket in the morning. From there, I had only one final task to face: getting into bed without disturbing Sam.

I pulled my side of the duvet away from the mattress, hesitating before folding and placing it upon itself. Next, I settled a paw atop the cool, freshly exposed bedsheet, pressing down with the utmost caution as I allowed my weight to shift forward. My leg followed, raising and bending, then lowering to let my knee rest, still slow, still steady. Those efforts kept the whining crumpling of bedsprings to as much as a minimum as I could manage. Just like from the door, my steps... and my stomach, the sound carried as noise, piercing my ears and forcing my jaw to clench. I dared to check on Sam, spotting him wriggling, hearing him mumbling. That slowed my settling until I'd come to a complete stop. And there I stayed, frozen again, hunched over and balancing precariously at the edge of my side of the bed. Just how in the world was I gonna move on from there, never mind park myself without waking him?

I was overthinking this, I told myself. Trying so hard to stay silent kept resulting in the opposite effect. All I needed to do was act natural. Move carefully, but normally. If I did that, I'd get myself into bed and my head onto my pillow before I knew it. Then, I'd be free to lie back and wonder why the hell I'd made such a meal of this whole thing in the first place. Hopefully.

With that newfound assurance in mind, I began my next move, hauling and heaving myself further up the bed, near certain that I'd pull things off with consummate ease. And you know, I reckon I would have, if not for the perfectly timed, heart-stopping slip of my knee off the edge of the bed.

Just like my stomach before, gravity stepped in to assume control over me before I could even think. My arms went out instinctively. As if they had even the remotest hope of stopping myself once fully in motion. The room went darker. A snout-crumpling faceful of mattress forced me into a groan more from shock than soreness. The rest of me followed in a near instant, full weight splashing down with an unrestrained, unmitigated belly-flop, legs dangling off the end of the bed, scrambling hopelessly for purchase.

I sank deep into the mattress. Almost down to the bed frame, I'm sure. My fuzzy head started spinning, springs screeching like claws down a chalkboard before falling into a strangled silence, all while the pounding, thooming thud that accompanied my fall rumbled and reverberated.

"Wah!?" I heard Sam cry amid the racket, my face still well and truly planted in the bedsheet. "What's tha- Who's there?"

It was at that point I suspected I'd failed my stealth mission.

My ears picked up on a familiar clanking and clattering coming from the top of our wooden draws, right before things started tumbling over and adding to the chaotic crashing bouncing off each of the four walls. On the subject of bouncing, I did a whole bunch of that myself, our bed crackling and squealing beneath me all the while. Unfortunately, I pulled my snout free from the rippling mattress in time to see Sam rocking and rolling, clinging to his pillow while dealing with the consequences. Way more fortunately, our duvet did a lot to keep him from moving too far or fast.

Things calmed themselves down after a moment. Maybe two. It was hard to tell, really. All I did know for sure was the echoing thumps and creaks had faded by the time I saw Sam's head lift from his pillow.

"Marek?" His face remained hidden in the night, but I could hear his sleepy muttering loud and clear. "Marek, what the... What happened?"

He might have watched me haul myself with tired arms up onto all fours, cringing and grumbling as I slinked my way fully into bed beside him. I couldn't have known for sure, though, head hanging, hiding away from him as I was.

"Jeez, I thought a truck had hit the building or something." Sam waited until I'd settled myself down onto my side, creating far less of a commotion than before, before asking me, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I blurted back, annoyed at myself, but appreciative to have my little 'panda's concern. "Should be asking the same of you."

"I'm good," he confirmed, his brightest yet. "Kinda startled is all, I guess."

"Mmm."

Sam sat up right as I rested my head on the corner of my pillow. He yawned hard and loud beside me, turning away towards the glow of the clock on our bedside table. "Huh... Just after two."

"Sorry for waking you up, sweetheart," I murmured, reaching to stroke a finger over the shadowy reddish and white of his little tail. "I_was_trying to be quiet. Right up until I... slipped."

With a croaky call of, "Hey, lamp. Turn on," Sam cast some light on the aftermath of my tumble. I'd torn him halfway out from beneath the covers and forced him into a search to find his pillow again. Still, even with all that mess I'd created, he held a soft, sleepy smile for me as he scooted back my way. Not that it relieved my guilt completely.

"Maybe crashing on the couch tonight would've been the sensible option after all."

"Oh, don't be daft," he said, settling himself and his pillow down right next to me and mine. "If I was _that_worried about being woken up when ya got home, I'd have gone and slept in my study."

His smile finally spread to me, sliding over as he did to leave his little nose close enough to bump with my own.

"But trust you to start throwing your weight around in the middle of the night like that."

"Huh?" I shirked away. "I didn't--"

"The building still seems to be in one piece at least." Sam followed after me, snout lifting to share that delicate nose bump. "And I can't hear any car alarms going off outside. Hopefully the neighbours won't have too much to fix or clear up in the morning. Here and in the other blocks."

"Are you finished?"

The crease of both his eyes and his black eye stripes gave away the growth of his smile out of view beyond my snout. "I _was_thinking of grabbing some breakfast on the way to work in the morning... As long as the cafe hasn't toppled over."

"Oh, stop," I said past the blurt of a chuckle, reaching down to tug the duvet over me. "Gods, I hope I haven't woken downstairs up. Or next door."

"After all that carnage ya created, there's no question you've woken the whole street up, hon." Sam smooched me on the lip before I found the words to complain. "Hey, I'm kidding. No-one's banged on the floor or the wall yet."

I sighed through my nose, then returned a lick to his neck and chin. "Honestly, if we ever end up moving to another apartment, it's gonna be on the ground floor."

"That'd just make it easier for ya to start the ground itself shaking when you start throwing yourself around... Not that you'd hear me complaining."

"Pfft. I don't imagine I would."

Sam's grumbling rumbled his delight into me, attentive paws and claws rubbing and raking between my whiskers, deep enough to send my tail flicking beneath the duvet. "Did ya have a nice evening out?"

I gave Sam the overview of my work night out downtown, holding back on the shop talk and focusing more on the event itself. The company's newest model had exceeded all initial sales targets, meaning the beer, wine and more flowed freely. Of course, it wouldn't have been a celebration without a fancy finger buffet on offer, too.

"I bet you enjoyed that part," Sam suggested, snickering into my cheekfur. "I hope you made sure to get your fair share."

"Of course," I replied with a pat of my stomach. "I'm not one to turn down free food."

"Or food, full stop."

"Hey," I sang with mock offence. "Is this because I woke you up?"

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"I mean, you're not..." I jabbed a delicate claw into the small of his back. His yipping squirm was cute, even for Sam. "But you don't have to be so cutting."

"Heh, fair."

"And how about you?" I paused as he moved towards my mouth, offering another kiss, between my lips that time. Sam was being awfully affectionate, even for him. "How was your evening?"

"Nice and chilled," he confirmed with a relaxed exhale, settling back down more on my pillow than his. "Had another try at making those sticky veggie noodles. Went better than last time, but I think I needed a little more spice in the sauce."

"Well, I'm certainly looking forward to trying it once you've got the recipe down."

"We can try cooking it up together somewhen," Sam suggested. I mumbled my emphatic agreement before he continued. "After that, I played some more Rift Warriors. Then I watched some TV."

"Wow, that _is_chilled for you. No evening run or such?"

"I took my rest day today..." He eased into a yawn that tickled my whiskers. The crack of a smile followed. "Plus, I got caught up in some documentary about this mixed-size holiday resort being planned off the coast of Polcia. It was pretty interesting, all these different attractions and things they're looking at building there. I only got to bed about half an hour ago."

"Really? Don't you have work in the morning?"

"Yeah, but Krys texted this afternoon asking if I wanted to swap shifts. Don't need to be there until midday now."

"Oh, that's good."

"For sure." Sam nosed at me once again. "And it's part of why I'm not too upset by you coming home and trying to tear this place to pieces."

"Bah." I nudged my nose into his chest in reply. "Trust you to get horny over me disturbing you."

"Trust_you_to make it hot." He kissed me again, longer, tail flicking as he then shifted to peer down the bed. "Mmm... The street might've stopped shaking, but I reckon that belly of yours still might be."

"You think?"

"Well, I can't be _totally_sure." Sam cuddled up against me, prompting me to less notice, more be alerted, to the growing strength of his hard-on, pressing against the underside of my snout as it did. "Might need to get myself a closer look."

"Gods. Falling into bed really did turn you on big time, huh?"

"Can ya blame me? Waking up to see all of your... _you_crashing and rumbling around the place. So huge, I couldn't miss it even in the dark."

"Typical little 'panda," I sang with all the faux mocking I could muster. "Horny at the drop of a hat."

Unmoved, undeterred, my shameless Sam squeezed at my snout, "Or at the drop of a big 'panda."

I snorted hard, shook my head, and offered him a slow, circling rub over his back. As much as I teased Sam for his infamous runaway libido, I couldn't ignore my own arousal, spurred on in no small part by his suggestive taunting and fantasising over the 'destructive aftermath' of my tumble into bed. That wasn't to mention the warming sensation of our kissing, the electricity of Sam's touch, his sugary sweet scent, and of course, his ever-hardening crotch digging deeper under my chin, all underpinned by my comfortable tipsiness. With all that up against me, how could I not play along?

"Hmm... I guess I _am_pretty huge." I freed an arm from beneath the duvet, flexing my bicep just for him. "Utterly unmissable, night or day."

Sam squeaked out a sound resembling five words smashed into one. Far easier to understand was his tightening squeeze and widening eyes, watching me without so much as blinking. That look of delight soon morphed into one of mischief, unable to let go of me fast enough before sliding away from my pillow and disappearing beneath the covers.

"Are you off somewhere?" I watched him shuffle his way further down the bed, very much aware of his intended destination. "Too huge for you to handle, hmm?"

"Oh, please," he fired back with a chuckle. "Your hugeness is exactly why it's important we find out if your mountain of a belly's still bouncing. I mean just think of the poor neighbours."

I gave my gut a good, firm slap through the duvet, wiggling my hips to enhance the end result. "And? What's the verdict?"

It wasn't long at all before I felt Sam pressing himself against me, his little arms grabbing and rubbing as much of my jiggling stomach as they could manage. Past his happy grumbles and burrowing nuzzles into my fur, I heard him mutter, "Uncertain."

"Really now?"

"Yeah... I think I need a closer... deeper look. To get a better idea."

"Hmm." It was impossible not to smile at Sam's sledgehammer-like subtlety. Nevertheless, I kept on playing my part. After the way I'd returned home, I figured I owed him that much. "If you really think it's necessary..."

I pulled the covers back off of me, soon revealing Sam up on his knees, still nosing into the thicker fur around my navel while the rest of him practically sank into me. Sliding my arm down and around myself, slipping a paw past Sam, I grabbed a hold of as much of my sidebelly as I could and hefted it away from the mattress. "Whelp. Do let me know when you're ready to continue your investigation, won't you?"

He couldn't throw himself onto his back fast enough, scrambling and scurrying his way beneath me, tossing his boxers back out into the open in the process. His outspread arms were soon pressing up into the edge of my stomach, waiting for me to drop myself all over him. Poor little 'panda. The way he was panting and squirming, he looked ready to shoot his load at any moment. "R-Ready to go!"

Gradually, cautiously, I obliged, freeing my paw from under myself to steadily bury my Sam. I could feel, see, and hear him tremble and groan in delight as my weight pressed down atop his feet, then his legs. I enveloped his sticky shaft and bucking hips next, forcing the latter to an understandable halt.

"Fuck," Sam gasped, eyes closed, smiling wide as I steamrolled more and more of him.

"Sounds like you're enjoying your research."

My ears flicked to the music of his intoxicated moans, chiming out one after another. I poured around his chest next. Arms and shoulders followed without resistance. With a thump and a slosh, my fingertips flicked free from my gut, permitting it to spread freely across the mattress, as well as the entirety of Sam's sweet little frame. Only his head remained visible, wearing a breathless delight that his words couldn't have done justice, no doubt.

"So..." Idly jiggling and kneading at myself drew coarse grunts and deep gasps from Sam. I let slip my own delight, too, increasingly in need of reaching down to stroke my own hardening stickiness. "Got a better idea now?"

He tried to reply. I think. My bulk sloshing all over his grinning snout made it tricky for him to manage more than mumble. "...Still... shaking... definitely!"

"Totally sure?"

Sam squirmed, locked in place, nuzzling and kissing at every brown-furred wave that washed over him. "Gods... You're so fucking heavy, hon."

"Oh yeah?"

I felt his paws and hips working beneath me, doing their best to rub, hump and grind. "Forget the street... Starting to think the whole neighbourhood felt ya... quaking your way into bed."

"Sounds like I should've aimed to land on you in the process." A bed-thumping shake of my hips kept my stomach moving over him. "Put you right at the epicentre."

"No arguments... here." He bucked as hard as he could. Not hard at all. "Leave me wondering what'll collapse first... The bed... or the building."

I snickered out loud at the idea. Sam tried, too, smothered into a muffle as he was. "Well, thanks for the detailed report on the stomach situation."

"Any time."

"When you're finished, you might need to investigate my boxers. No wobbling or quaking, but I can definitely feel something going on down there."

He panted out a grunt of a chuckle, breathing deep as he relaxed most of his body, laying back to allow my softness to roll and press all the way over him and his throbbing self. The sound of his vibrating words barely made it out from under me as he said, "I'll gladly work out what's going on... Heh... I'll work it out... for sure."

"Oh, sounds good."

"Work it out so well... I might make a mess."

I snorted, lightening up on the strength of my belly bouncing. "Yeah, I got the double entendre the first time, sweetheart."

"I'll get your... double entend-"

Then, with a firm slap and hearty squeeze, I squashed my stomach down against the whining mattress.

"Urf!"

I felt myself mould around my little 'panda, effortlessly engulfing him so utterly completely that he practically became a part of me. He shuddered so hard that he earned his own small wobble from my gut. Delicate claws dug through my fur. Fingers gripped what they could of me. I less heard, more felt his squeal. Then came a spurt of warmth, seeping into and matting up my fur surrounding his trembling hips... Wow. I had to ask him, "Did you finish already?"

"Uh..." His movement stopped. I rolled a few degrees away to ease up the pressure put upon him. "...Maybe."

"Wow." Rolling further, my sidebelly slowly peeled itself away from my exhausted, expended Sam. "You really _were_horny."

"Well..." His short, gasping laugh carried through the hot air now between us. "See, there were some pretty hefty construction guys on display in that documentary I was watching earlier..."

"Hmm, I see." I propped my head upon a resting fist. "And here I thought you said the resort was the interesting part of the programme."

"I mean, it was, but, y'know... watching clips of those guys working on similar projects... that's when I started thinking of you wearing that same gear. Tight vest, tighter work trousers..." Sam's paws lifted to find and rub at my stomach again. "Oh, yes please."

"That explains... an awful lot about why you were so happy for me to wake you up."

He shared my laugh, then gifted me with a smooch. I didn't have to wait long to find out how he'd like that gift reciprocated. "Hon, can you squash me like that again? Just once. Please? I can't tell you how good it feels... _Super_hot."

"Sure." A light finger rub over his paw pressed warm pads deeper into my fur. "After all, I need to get you fired up for your next investigation into this tent I've got pitched downstairs."

"Mmm." Back down to the mattress he flopped, waiting for me bare-furred with the loveliest, goofiest smile and slow-swaying tail. "Don't think I'll need much firing up for that, big 'panda."

A session spent smothering Sam followed by a period of 'working things out' with him proved to be a most unexpected, most welcomed conclusion to my evening. As my shallow tipsiness turned slowly into a deeper sleepiness, guided along by my little 'panda's helpfully horny paws and well-fitting snout, a fact of absolute certainty stayed with me that entire time: I'd have to make a crash landing into bed way more often.