Words Need Not Apply
The night was quiet, the soft sound of rain rippling through the house. Adding to the background noise was the occasional wisp of pages turning, as Roland read his favorite novel. It was supposed to be a quiet night; a bit of reading, and then off to bed.
The husky's ears pricked when he thought he heard a soft noise. He paused, straining his ears in case he heard it again. Roland didn't need to, as the soft noise repeated itself as a distinct rapping at his front door. Setting his book aside, he hurried to answer, wondering who had come to visit at this hour. Peeping through the peep-hole, he saw a familiar and distinctive pair of crooked lynx ears.
He smiled and opened the door to greet his long-time girlfriend. "Rowan, what brings you-" He froze when he noticed she wasn't smiling. Her eyes were red and her fur dripped with rain water. She hadn't even brought so much as an umbrella with her. "Love?" She barely seemed aware of herself, still standing in the rain dumbly. He didn't say anything else, ushering her in.
Once they were in his living room, he noticed just how soaking she was. Her usually bright clothes and tan fur were dark and clinging to her frame. "You should get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold. I'll get you a towel." He left her for only a moment, guessing what had caused her to come to him like this.
Her father had been a problem to her and her family for quite some time. He always made himself to be a victim while he verbally degraded those around him. Her mother left him because of that, taking the younger siblings with her. The lynx had stayed behind because he had been kindest to her. But once the others were gone, she became their avatar. She seemed to be the strongest of his past targets, taking every blow quietly until he got bored and left. So the fact that she obviously ran...
One can only take so much.
He stopped thinking about it, finding a warm, fluffy towel to dry her off with. When he returned, she was pathetically tugging at her shirt, her jeans piled heavily on the floor. He glanced around, feeling that something was missing. It was a few seconds before he realized her shoes were absent. Rain, barepaw... If he weren't caring for her right now, he'd find that bastard son of a bitch and teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. He slung the towel over his shoulder and helped with her shirt. He brushed against her and felt just how cold she was. The shirt flopped to the floor, leaving her in her underwear. He slipped the towel around her shoulders, rubbing them through the terrycloth to help warm her back up. He couldn't tell if she shuffled or simply fell into his chest, but there she was, her little fingers tugging at his shirt. "Rowan?"
Her shoulders began to tremble, tiny sobs breaking out. Roland clenched his teeth, hating the one who made her like this. But he quickly calmed down, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. Even as she wept, it was evident that she was holding back her tears, too scared to let go completely. It was unclear how long they stood there like that, but soon Rowan quieted down. He moved a paw, lightly touching her cheek. It broke his heart when she lifted her head and he saw her face. Looking into her reddened eyes, he could only see emptiness and despair. Lowering his muzzle, he gently kissed her eyes, kissing away the lingering tears. His love let out a tiny mewl.
The bigger fur bent down, lifting her into his arms. "Let's go get you a little warmer." It seemed he wanted to say more, but he just could not find the right words. Still cradled in the towel, her carried her up to his bedroom, her shivering paws gripping the towel tightly. He let her down on the side of his bed where she curled her knees to her chest. The husky continued to dry her off, the motion of his paws slow and firm. She merely continued to sit like a little doll, staring off into space. It was as though her soul had been torn from her very heart. Roland didn't know how to bring her back, how to make it all better. It seemed there was no way to make everything right. He wasn't even thinking, he just lowered his muzzle and kissed her sweetly. She stirred. He gave her another, letting it linger a bit longer. Rowan turned her head to receive it, returning it in kind. The husky stopped. He suddenly feared that he was taking advantage of her, or perhaps she would see it as such. She made a little whine, her expression no longer empty, but certainly pained. He realised he had thought wrong.
She held onto him and fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. He didn't ask or object, giving in to her needs, suddenly kissing her passionately. She didn't need words, no more for that night. She needed action, she needed his touch, his warmth. Rowan needed to feel just how much Roland loved her.
He held onto her as they kissed, not wanting to let go of her, now or ever. One of his paws softly ran up her side, drawing out a quiet moan. He thumbed her breast through her bra, feeling the excitement grow betwixt the two of them. Not only excitement, but heat as well. He broke the kiss for only a minute, tearing off his clothing and throwing them to the floor. As he went back to kissing her, he noticed how much more alive she seemed, how responsive and wanting. She lifted her arms and held him tightly, pulling his heat into her chilled body.
Roland's paw trailed across her stomach, which shivered at the tender touch. It hesitated before slipping beneath her panties, teasing the outer folds of her sex. She moaned into his kiss as he lightly massaged Rowan's mound. It was easily to tell that she wanted more, but he took his time. He wanted to revive her heart, to pull her as far away from the hurt before giving her the climax of pleasure.
She moaned and began to squirm as he continued to tease. It wasn't until he felt the heat from her own body that he slipped in a finger. Rowan gasped and he could feel her pussy quiver around the digit. He worked it in and out slowly, lazily. He ceased kissing her, his lips giving attention to her neck, leaving her own mouth free to moan louder. It excited him to hear it and he almost felt ashamed for that in this moment. But her moans were so heated, her mewls tender. Roland slipped in another finger, followed by a third. She responded eagerly, whimpering. Soon, her breathing grew short and desperate. She was so close. He slipped his paw out, the three digits soaked in her juices. Propping himself up, the husky lover sucked his finger clean, one at a time. The taste was rich with a heavy musk and he savored every drop. But with the last finger, his index, he offered it to the tender lynx. She opened her muzzle and suckled it like a babe. She seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.
He only removed it when her suckles had less desperation. Then Roland removed their underwear, baring the pair to their carnal desires. As he positioned them, Rowan offered no resistance, but her chest and breath shook with anticipation. And when he slipped himself inside, her slickness allowed him to do so easily. They moved as one, mews and moans the only sounds to be heard. The lovers' grasps was the only thing their world consisted of. In their world, there was no sorrow, no heartbreak, no screaming fathers and crying mothers. Nothing existed except passion, pleasure, and love. Like a thunderclap, that same world exploded with a burst of honey, a heavy cry called out to the heavens.
And as they laid there on that bed, fingers gently tangling in each other's fur, Roland hearnd Rowan murmur, "I love you."