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Ring ring ring ring ring. That was all that phone ever did. Was ring. It was annoying. It made Isis want to rip it right out of the wall sometimes. She tapped her pencil against the hard plastic that made up the desk of her drab grey cubicle. Her computer had been showing the same blue screen for a half hour and it was nearly time for her to head off for home.

She rested her head in her white hand, her bright red eyes shutting softly as her mind drifted off to home. Sasha was waiting for her there, all plush black fur, beckoning to her from their blacklight paradise bedroom, her eyes lit up like beacons for her in the strange light. "Got a problem here?"

The nasal voice of the computer boy startled her out of her fantasy, before it even got started, much to her annoyance. "Yea, it popped up this error and it won't go away." The albino vixen had her long white hair tied into a bun, many of the silken strands falling out of the black band that once held them. She was frazzled; her white shirt had been half unbuttoned as it was sweltering in the London office building. He budged her over a bit and started plunking away on her computer.

She rose out of her seat and wandered to the back of her cubicle, scanning over the compartment doors of her cubicle. Framed pictures of her and Sasha in various places, including France, where they went after their commitment ceremony. The computer guy sniffed and nudged at his beaked turtle nose.

She watched the clock. In five minutes she'd be in her car, headed for the love of her life. She was always happy to see Sasha. Five minutes passed quickly while she fantasized about her mate, exciting her to no end, what she might find when she got home.

When she finally snapped out of it, she snagged her charcoal grey jacket from the back of the chair and her briefcase and walked, much like a crackhead looking for a fix down to the elevator, which she jogged into, running into the most eligible bachelor in the building.

She took to one side of the elevator and eyed him out of the corner of her eye. He was known for making grabs at women who weren't the slightest bit interested in him, particularly the married ones. He eyed her carefully, studying her ever so meticulously and started to step across the elevator towards her, a devious grin on his human face. He stopped when he saw those pearlesque ears flatten to her head and saw the look she was giving him from the corner of her eye.

The doors opened and she stepped out, strutting across the parking lot with purpose, towards that black Neon. She popped the trunk, laying her briefcase and jacket in it and shut it with a smart click and slipped into the front seat, clicking the belt over her lap and sparked the engine into life. She had waiting all day for this.

Sasha pressed the pedal of the pottery wheel slowly, clay encrusted hands of pure black velvet delving into the red clay vase. She hummed "Claire De Lune" to herself as she worked, several completed vases sitting off to a side, some with paint and lacquer covering them. There were all sorts of clay products.

She did a roaring trade from this room of her house, secluded and in the back. She rose from the bench, carefully moving her masterpiece into the kiln with delicacy rivaled by butterflies. Once secured she wandered out, wiping her hands on the bum of her faded blue jeans. There was at least three years of clay built up on those pants.

She stripped off her checkered apron and hung it on the hook by the door and wiped her feet meticulously on the mat. She padded out, sliding the oriental room separator closed behind her and wandered down the hall towards her bathroom, pausing to shuck off her clothes by the laundry. She and Isis had moved from her small apartment to a nice sized house, but some things didn't change.

On her way by their bedroom she switched the light on, the black light bouncing off everything and giving that blacklight glow neither of them could get enough of. She stepped into her bathroom, kicking on the nice hot water and stuck her hand under it first, waiting patiently for it to heat up.

Once it had she stepped in slowly, the water pasting her now long and blonde hair to her back and the sides of her face. It was amazing what happiness did for one's appearance. She used to keep her hair short, but after letting it grow out for a bit her mate had said she liked it better longer and Sasha had let it grow out and then kept it about mid back length.

She looked up at the border of the ocean blue walls, with their tropical fish swimming amongst bright corals and white sands and smiled, washing the clay off her body. When she finally was through reveling in the feel of hot water cascading down her back and relaxing every tense muscle in her body she stepped out, wringing her hair out over the drain and then resorting to towels to dry and fluff up her pitch midnight fur.

She sashayed out of the bathroom and back down the hall, tossing the towel into the hamper and off into the living room, her softly rounded form shutting the blinds in all the windows and lighting candles. She intended to surprise her mate with a nice romantic evening; it had been a long time since they did the whole nine yards and lived it up all night. She had dinner in the fridge, waiting to be heated up, Chinese, Isis' favorite and hers as well.

She dressed herself casually, in a pair of dark green pants that stopped just above her knees and a white T-shirt that accentuated all her curves. She went and sat in the living room, by the low redwood table, tangling ebony fingers around French vanilla tinted hair.

She pulled in, as usual, after dark, due to traffic being backed up. She walked around to the trunk and pulled out her briefcase and jacket, snapping the trunk shut with another smart click and walked up to the house, rapping the door lightly and swinging it open. It was her little way of saying 'I'm home!'

She stepped into candlelit warmth, the object of her affection sitting at the other end of their table, two plates of Lo-Mein awaiting with ornate mahogany chopsticks, foo dogs carved into the ends. There was Sake waiting as well. "Hi." Sasha said softly, beckoning Isis over with one longer black finger. "Got your favorite..." She said in a soft loving tone. Isis kicked off her torturous heels, locked their door and padded over, down the two small tiled steps that went up to the door and onto the deep green carpet, the soft fabric felt like magic on her abused feet.

She sat down at the other end of their table after disconnecting their phone and reached across to take her mate's hand. "I missed you today. I could barely think, all the thoughts of you that skipped through my mind." She told Sasha in her sultry Irish voice. Sasha giggled softly and kissed the back of Isis's hand softly and set it back across the table, picking up her chopsticks. They went back and forth about their days, getting a little toasty on sake in the dark house. The candlelight bounced softly off the television and radio system that was across from the white couch and table. Just to the left of that was the doorway to the kitchen, which was dark.

Behind Sasha was the passageway that led to the hall, if you turned left, you went towards their room, the laundry and the bath. To the right was the clay room, the guest room and bath. They finished their dinner but sat for a long time, drinking sake and talking. Sasha set her glass down and crawled over to the vixen slowly, like she was on the hunt, and pulled herself up onto her knees just behind Isis. She started at the neck, running her dark black hands in circles over the glossy snow white fur, working out the tension in her mate's muscles.

Isis murred softly and sat quite still, moving her long tail over her lap. Sasha hummed along with the music on their radio and pulled the wavy white hair out of its bun, letting it fall loosely past Isis's shoulders. She ran her fingers over the vulpine's scalp, scritching and massaging it. Isis leaned back softly against the pantheress, her ears folded happily, to keep out of the way of the pleasure inducing fingers. She recounted the story of the computer guy to her listening party. Sasha nodded and chuckled at her mate's story and let her hands go down past the tense vixen's shoulders to her back.

Isis reached back with a white hand and caught one of Sasha's and turned herself around to face her dark lover and caught the shorter square muzzle in a deep kiss, her tongue tracing the shape of Sasha's mouth before sliding in to conduct a through investigation of every corner of her mouth. Sasha slid her arms around Isis's waist and slowly lifted her onto her feet, without breaking their kiss.

She led her over to the couch and gently laid the vixen onto her back. Her dexterous fingers undid the small buttons of Isis's shirt and pushed it open, breaking their kiss to slid her pierced tongue over her mate's neck and collarbone, her hand sliding over her stomach and past the waistline of her skirt, her seeking fingers finding what they wanted. Isis murred, her hands coming to rest on Sasha's shoulders. She propped one foot up on the arm of the couch and let the other fall between the table and the couch.

The panthress's long fingers parted the moist folds of the flower of her mate's sex and slipped in slowly, stroking the walls softly, eliciting a moan from the receiving party. She turned her hand in such a fashion that she could stroke the vixen's clit with her thumb. Isis moaned loudly and arced her back off the couch, grinding her hips into the hand of the skilled feline.

Sasha slowly began to thrust her fingers in and out of the moaning, shivering vixen who whispered her name into the dark of their living room. She chuckled softly and let her other hand slip up the white chest to massage her breasts gently, her dark fingers running over the soft white skin of her nipples and eliciting more moans and gasps from the bucking fox. She clutched at the fabric on their couch as Sasha sped up her thrusts, her every muscle locking up. She howled in pleasure as she came in waves, tossing her head about wildly, her body wracked with tremors of release.

Sasha bowed her head and began to lick her mate's warm sex, cleaning her thoroughly, her tongue fitting into each nook and cranny. Isis murred softly and when Sasha sat up, she ran a hand down the side of the cat's face, scritching behind an ear. "You're too good to me doll face....what ever can I do to repay the favor?" Sasha chuckled softly, kissing the vixen lightly on the nose. "Oh, I had my fun earlier, thinking of you while doing my pottery..."