Laundry Time is for the Men
#5 of The Silence of the Savior
Chapter 5
The night was long for both of them, being plagued by strange dreams. In his Jared was tricked with sweat words by a Wolven temptress, spinning lies around him till he was all but helpless in her clutches. He woke in a cold sweat, breathing heavy as he snapped up in his bed. It was like a child's dream. Sitting there for a moment, he shook his head and looked at the clock. 8 am. 'Good enough.' He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, and went into his bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth as he did every morning. Feeling less inclined, he left his room without changing. In crossing to the kitchen, his eyes caught a figure on his couch. He growled a little at he saw the temptress from his dream. He crossed to her slowly, making sure she was asleep. But the closer he got and the longer he looked, the more she saw it wasn't the temptress. Her face was too calm, her claws trimmed back, and her fur was the color of the sunset, not the orange-red of dried blood.
Sitting on the coffee table near her head he sighed. 'Sunn...' Without even thinking, he reached over and brushed her cheek with the back of his paw. Her fur was so much softer than his own that clung close to his body. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she grabbed his arm, twisting it away form her and forcing his back to turn toward her. "Ah! What the hell!" She swung her legs off the couch and pulled his out from under him, causing him to fall to his knees between the table and that couch. She looked around sporadically till she spotted the door. Letting him go she made to bolt around the couches for it. Seeing her run, Jared jumped up as fast as he could and ran after her.
As she reached the edge of the two person couch with a straight shot to the door, his arms wrapped around her waist. She tried to scream, but nothing came out, her voice was gone again, this wasn't her dream, but she still struggled against the arms. Held in the air, she flailed and kicked off the couch, they tumbled backwords to the floor. Rolling over, he tried to pin her to the ground. "Stop! Listen too me!" On her paws and knees she tried to crawl away but his wait pulled her to the ground. Rolling to her back beneath him, she kicked at his chest, missing but finding his stomach. His grip loosened as he grunted in pain. She tried to shoot back, to get away, but he recovered too quickly. Crawling over her he grabbed her wrists and pulled them even with her head, pinning them to the floor, trapping her beneath his own body.
"This isn't a dream!" He looked down at her as she stared up at him. Suddenly she blinked and saw him, really saw him. He could see it in her eyes as the fight drained from her arms and she stopped trying to kick at him. Letting her head fall back to the carpet she closed her eyes, breathing heavy. Rolling slightly off of her, but not letting go of her wrists, he balanced on one of his elbows above her. Both their breath started to calm, until she opened her eyes. Turning to look at him, she found his muzzle not more than a few inches from her own. Her heart thumped as her breath caught in her throat.
Hearing the thump he turned, locking gazes with her, their noses brushed against each other. He swallowed and let out a breath. It filled her nose and she shivered, letting out her own. He breathed it in, never letting go of her gaze. Quickly glancing down, he saw her maw hanging open slightly, same as his own. Lowering himself that last inch between them, ever so slowly, their lips met. She could smell the peppermint of his toothpaste as he breathed in the natural scent of her breath, spurring him on. Tilting his own head to the side, he slipped his tongue past his own lips and through hers. She inhaled sharply as her back arched. Her maw opened a little further, letting him in till her own tongue started to battle back with his.
Slipping her arm out form underneath his looser grip, she raised it to his cheek. His fur was stiffer than her own, but the feel of it against the pads on her paw sent shivers down her spine. Getting her other paw free of his grip, she snuck it beneath his other arm and wrapped it around his back, letting her claws nip lightly at his strong muscles beneath the stiff fur. He moaned slightly as his own paw, which he was not balancing on, fell to her shoulder. The long, softer fur tickling between his pads, making his arm spasm gently. Moving around to the back he held her close to him, deepening the kiss, probing his tongue a little farther.
Tilting her head back she broke their kissing, breathing in deeply as he rested his head on her other shoulder, doing the same. After a moment she pushed him up slightly so she was able to look him up and down. This was not the villain from her childhood nightmare, this was Jared. He took care of her when she was hurt... he helped her. As her eyes traveled down, she realized that he wasn't dressed. His chest was bear down to his waist, where his dark blue, satin sleeping pants started, the color matching well with his brown chest fur and the black that ran down his sides, back, and upper arms to meet his brown forearms and black paws, the one still laying on the floor now running up and down her cheek fur as he watcher her looking over him. The paw on his cheek fell to his chest, feeling the strong muscles that matched his arms, trailing the divide between the colors, making him shiver lightly.
Their eyes met again and he closed the distance, the same moment she lifted her own head. They connected hard, but neither seemed to care as they returned to exploring each other's mouths, paws scaling their backs and his hard stomach. Her claws nipped and his muscles retracted lightly. Suddenly his paw slide down her back and over her ass, squeezing lightly. The feeling of the Greyhound behind her was suddenly forefront in her mind and her whole body went ridged. Immediately he moved his paw and pulled away from her.
Her muscles, still tense, shook slightly, her eyes closed as she tried to push the memory back. She slowly opened her eyes to see Jared staring down at her, worry written in his eyes and across his face. She tried to smile, but a ramped, not-so pleasant shiver ran down her spine. Meeting his eyes again, her own shown her apology almost on the edge of tears.
"Shh." A finger found her lips. "It's ok, I understand." Instead of smiling, she leaned into his finger, kissing it softly. Moving it he placed one last, gentle kiss on her maw before he got to his feet, extending an arm down to her. She looked at him for a moment and he smiled. "How about some breakfast?" At that, she smiled too and took his paw.
Half way through the filling meal Jared spotted some dried blood still on her shirt. "If you wanted to take a shower, I could take your cloths downstairs and wash them for you." Looking down, she spotted the same thing, brushing it slightly before sighing. With a smile she nodded her thanks. Again she cleaned the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. When she came through the door Jared came out of the guest bathroom. "I put a towel in there for you, it's on the counter. Um... if you want to just...hand out your cloths, I can run them down." She blushed slightly, nodding. She stepped into the bathroom, closing the door, and slowly started taking off her cloths. Jared, on the other side of the door, tried hard to keep his imagination, and his hormones, in check. Unclipping her bra and sliding down her panties, she stacked her cloths and opened the door a crack.
Turning to the door he saw her peaking around it. Crossing over from the couch he had been leaning on, she disappeared before handing her piled cloths around the door. "Is there anything I need to know?" He avoided looking at the black lacey underwear, glancing at the black cargo pants and the light blue tank top. She shook her head, but sudden realization caught filled her eyes. She reached and he held them out to her. Digging in her pocket, she pulled out a set of keys, obviously to her apartment, then she shook her head again. "Ok, I should be back in less than an hour, with such a small load."
A little bit of worry slid into her eyes. First he was concerned till something behind her caught his attention. When he realized it was the reflection of her tail in the mirror. When he realized she could make out her entire form, hidden behind the door, he quickly looked away as his face started to heat. Then a thought hit him too. "You don't have anything else to where?!?" It was half a statement, half a question, but she shook her head anyway. "Alright, hold on, I'll get you something." He set down her cloths on the edge of the couch and disappeared into his bedroom.
Rummaging through the closet he found a shirt that was down to his mid-hips. It would be longer on her. Leaving the bedroom he knocked on the door. When she opened it, he handed it to her. "Unfortunately it's the best I can do. I don't have any pants that would fit you." It was uncomfortable, but she smiled her thanks anyway. "I'm going to lock the door while I'm down there, ok?" She nodded. "Is there anything else you need?" She smiled and shook her head. "Alright, I'll be back in less than an hour." She nodded again and closed the door. When he heard the click of the lock, he grabbed her cloths and headed out the door.
She looked around the large bathroom for a long moment before opening the shower curtain. It was a really nice shower and the knobs were clearly labeled. It was no problem getting the water just the right temperature. Getting in, her fur immediately matted to her body. The feeling was wonderful, but soon she was looking around for some kind of shampoo to use. The only one she found was a hotel style vanilla shampoo and conditioner set. She smiled and reached for the first bottle.
Putting in the right amount of change the machine roared to life, shaking slightly. He sighed and leaned against the wall, shaking his head. He couldn't get the image of her naked for out of his mind, even if it was only the back. He could imagine her under the water, her sunset fur darkened and matted to her soft, muscled frame. His cock immediately started to twitch. He looked around the basic concrete room. No one was around. Moving over slightly he let his leg rest against the vibrating machine, murring slightly as he started rubbing his sheath through his pants. It didn't take long before his canine cock started peaking out.
Reaching into his loose fitting, blue satin pants, he felt his cock pulse under his touch. Leaning his head back, he moaned as he slowly rubbed his growing length. Turning slightly so that the vibrating hit his inner thigh, he squeezed around himself, halfway exposed already. Soon he started pumping harder, his grip tighter, trying not to moan out at the thought of her doing that same. Wet under the running water, he couldn't help but groan.
Hardly noticing how much time had passed just slowly pumping his cock to full length, he jumped when all the motion stopped. Not even noticing the cycles had change, he looked at his watched, breathed lightly. Talking his paw from his pants, making sure there was no pre on it, he moved her clothing from the washer to the dryer. Stopping, he held her panties for a long moment before he shook his head and threw them in. Putting in the change it immediately started rocking, harder than the washer. Looking around again, he leaned against it as his paw slid back into his pants, stroking with more vigor than before.
He let his head fall back, imagining that his was her paw around him, remembering their kissing. He held back as much noise as he could, though hardly anything could be heard over the machine. He was starting to get close when he glanced up at the cycle. Half over. Groaning he pushed his pants down far enough to pull his thick, 9 inch pink cock out. He grabbed a pawful of the paper towel from the roll over the washer and held it over the head of his shaft. Within moment he was spurting his load into to, biting back calling her name. He slumped slightly, but wouldn't let himself fall.
Throwing the towel away he let himself breathe for a moment before opening the door. He hoped it would ventilate the smell of his musk enough, from both him and the room, before anyone noticed. It seemed to take for ever for the load to finish, checking it several times before it was dry enough. He folded the clothes before stacking them and heading out of the room. All the way up the stairs, he relished in the warm feel of the cloths as he held them to his bare chest.
Digging in his loose pocket, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Stepping in, he saw her sitting on the couch, her fur mostly dry, still clumping a little. Meeting her eyes, he smiled and moved her cloths in his arm. "All clean." He turned and closed the door, locking it behind him. When he turned back, she had risen from the couch and walked around. His grip tightened on her cloths, afraid that he might drop them for the sight in front of him.
It was a simple grey tee-shirt, sleeves down to her mid-upper arm. The bottom edge, dangled dangerously at her mid thigh. Below that was only her legs, soft fur still slightly clinging to her muscles, thicker than the ones on her arms, yet shapely enough that they held his gaze. Yet it was still torn away as her loose chest pushed against the material as no other part of her did. His shirt made her form look even more feminine that her own had. Both of them were turning red beneath their fur.
"Um...uh, here!" He held out the cloths as she stepped closer to him. Suddenly, as he breathed in, the scent of vanilla filled his nose. His cock was twitching again, yearning for her, more than it was downstairs. His eyes opened partially, meeting her own, wider yet than he'd seen them, her blush deeper as she clearly smelled his musk. Concentrating just enough, he dropped the cloths onto the couch before pulling her into a tight embrace, kissing her swiftly.