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Hello again. Just wanted to say, because of a last minute deluge of ideas and loss of internet access, I was delayed in posting this. However, to make up for the delay, this chapter should start leading into something serious. :) Warning, this one is much longer then the previous chapters. But, don't let that stop you. You'll miss the good parts. ;)

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Stuck outside, Lucas sat within the bushes watching the door to his apartment. He had been waiting for about an hour when the door opened, and Ana's parents emerged into the bright Miami sun; Ana stood within the doorway. They embraced, said their goodbyes, and Mr. Schuler led his wife away from their daughter; Ana looked around for Lucas, and closed the door after she couldn't find him. After ensuring that they were out of sight, Lucas crawled out of the bushes, and quietly opened the door, quickly going to his room. After showering and drying off, Lucas got dressed and grabbed his bag, ready to go to work.

Lucas grabbed his phone and checked for any missed messages. He noticed he had one video message from Russ. Shaking his head, Lucas hesitantly clicked the view button. The message took a minute to load, then the phone buzzed, signaling that it was ready to play. Lucas was greeted with Buddy's face on screen, and Buddy said, "Sorry about earlier Lucas. I forgot about the 'No Quickies' rule and stuff, and Marsha also wanted to apologize."

A moment later, Marsha's feline face filled the screen, and she said, "Sorry Lucas. Buddy can be a real jerk, can't he?" She giggled as Buddy mumbled something, and then continued, "Buddy and I thought, since it was fairly obvious that you enjoyed the show, perhaps since you wouldn't have partake maybe you would enjoy another..."

The phone swiveled and zoomed out, showing Marsha, still fully nude, on her knees, her tail raised and exposing her pussy. Lucas, caught his breath, but was unable to turn the video off. The picture moved a bit, showing Buddy's own cock, and held there, making it seem like it was the viewers; in this case, it would be Lucas. A moment later, the video showed Buddy slide into Marsha, a long moan escaped her. Lucas could hear Buddy whispering, enjoying the slow slide, as he hilted himself. Buddy used his free hand to rim Marsha's tail-hole, occasionally applying sliding his thumb slightly into her. Buddy began to rhythmically thrust, apparently rocking his hips up and down. Marsha, cried out in pleasure, hissing a bit as Buddy thrust deeply into her. Small, quick thrusts kept Buddy's sac against Marsha's, as his hands rubbed her ass, occasionally smacking her. Marsha, rubbing her clit and massaging her breasts, yowled, as apparently she came, her juices streamed down Buddy's length.

Lucas heard Buddy ask, "OK, ready?" Marsha nodded, lost in her bliss, as Buddy thrust deeply, and again, and Lucas could see Buddy pull out so he wouldn't tie with her. Buddy's knot grew and Buddy himself grunted, as he came. Marsha was whispering, apparently feeling his jets coat her insides. Buddy, grunted once more, and pull out fully, his member starting to soften, wet with cum. Marsha held her pose, spreading her pink lips, as cum streamed down her thighs. She asked, "Mmmm. Hope you liked the show Lucas." She giggled as Buddy brought the phone back to his face, and Buddy said, "I bet you watched all of this, didn't you? You dirty, closet case. Anyways, call me. Well, after later, much later..." And with that, Lucas could hear Marsha squeal in delight. The video cut out, and asked Lucas if he wanted to save the file. Lucas shook his head, deleting the file, but was not upset; he knew Buddy was just trying to yank his tail, and he wouldn't fall for it. Putting his phone away, Lucas headed for the bus stop.

***

Lucas sat at the bus stop, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his fur; his own mp3 player drowned out the bustle of the surrounding city, the heavy bass and screech of guitars contrasting heavily with the spanish flair, honking of cars and chatter of people. He bobbed his head rhythmically while his hands strummed imaginary frets; an elderly mustelid woman shook her head disapprovingly, and rattled something off in Spanish. Lucas ignored her, and the others also waiting for the bus; he tried to lose himself in his music, his thoughts far from Ana and the previous night.

Before long, the bus arrived as usual, being a few minutes early for a change. Lucas paid the fare and climbed aboard in his usual seat, right behind the driver; for some reason, Lucas never felt fully comfortable sitting on the passenger-side of public transport. It was unnerving. The bus rumbled along in traffic, headed south towards the airport; Lucas worked at a smaller restaurant near there. Of course, the bus stopped frequently, but Lucas enjoyed taking the travel time to think about things. During this ride, Lucas often watched the oceanfront pass by, the white-capped waves always struggling to reach the beach; Lucas enjoyed the serenity of the scene. Admittedly, Lucas hated cities, both large and small. The sharp contrast of the exceedingly wealthy living next door to slums and the downtrodden was something of disappointment and disgust Lucas couldn't tolerate. Unfortunately, Miami also was one of the more beautiful cities Lucas had called home. He enjoyed the flat, cityscape set against the blue ocean; the mainland's vivid greens and mixture of various ecosystems all localized within a few hours drive was worth the cost of the grime of the city, in Lucas' opinion.

The bus pulled over to a stop, the engine protesting loudly as the behemoth lurched to a stop, its doors sliding apart with an audible whoosh. A handful of furs, regulars on the bus, got aboard. Lucas recognized some of them, but his heart fluttered for a moment when Rose climbed aboard. He had been riding this bus for a few years now and Rose was newer to join the bus route, but Lucas had immediately taken an interest in her when he first laid eyes on her. Lucas would never admit it, but he found Rose to be very attractive; her sleek, sable fur always shined in the bright Miami sun. She was a canid, but she was slimmer and more delicate than most female canids Lucas had meet. She always dressed in lighter clothes, her own dark fur kept her rather warm in the humidity and intensity of the almost equatorial sun. She stood a full head shorter than Lucas, although Lucas did measure up to roughly 6'4", so she wasn't abnormally small. What Lucas found most attractive about Rose, was her fur coloration; Rose was completely black-furred: her hair, tail, and eyes all matched. She was nearly a shadow, with virtually no contrast, except for the whites of her eyes and teeth. Lucas even swore that her tongue was a dark shade of pink, perhaps purple-black. Not that he had taken the time to notice all these small details about her.

Lucas and Rose had spoken before, basically exchanging small talk and the normal pleasantries. Unfortunately, Lucas never had the nerve to ask her for coffee or anything; he was a bit intimidated by the petite female. The fear of insulting her and driving her away kept his mouth shut. Today, the bus was full, and Rose, needing a seat, sat next to Lucas. He could feel his heart skip a beat, the pace quicken, almost matching the double-bass speed of the drums that rang so clearly in his songs. She turned and smiled, she recognized Lucas, if only by appearance. Lucas grinned stupidly, averting his gaze before it travelled along her body. Realizing this was a rare chance, Lucas paused his music, taking out his ear-buds, and turned back to Rose, only to find her gazing at him; she watched him, her head tilted slightly, a small smile on her face. Dismissing the butterflies in his stomach, Lucas cleared his throat, and met her gaze, "So... Um, how are you? Rose, is it?"

Her smile broadened, and Lucas could see she was seemingly delighted that he had spoken to her. She scrunched her face for a moment, appearing to consider Lucas' question, when she replied, "I'm fine. Thank you for asking, Lucas."

Surprised that she remembered his name, Lucas immediately asked, "How'd you remember my name? We've barely spoken enough to properly introduce ourselves." Catching himself, realizing how silly he sounded, Lucas covered his muzzle.

Grinning now, Rose, laughed lightly, it sounded like a small, crystal bell chiming, and said, "I've got a good memory. You also seem to have a good memory, seeing how you knew my name."

Lucas, re-bolstered by the fact that see still was chatting with him, responded, "Yeah, well. You are newer to this bus route than I am, and I make it a point to try and remember the regulars. Just in case they happen to be beautiful and sit next to me one day..." Lucas turned away slightly, unsure of how she would react.

"Oh, a flatterer," she replied, her voice quiet, before she asked more loudly, "Do you really think so?"

Lucas turned back, noticing how Rose now sat, watching him with one eye, her head turned, her hand absentmindedly brushing her bangs from in front of her eyes. He looked directly into her eye, losing himself in the ebony darkness, and said, "Yes, of course. I really wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it."

Rose seemed to blush, the deep scarlet barely visible under the dark fur. "Well, you're not so bad yourself," she replied demurely.

Lucas, taken aback by her compliment, sat with his mouth slightly open, a small look of shock. He tried to say something, but found his tongue tied, his words stuttering, "Th-th-tha-thanks." Shaking his head, he repeated, more strongly, "Thanks. Hey- If this isn't too forward, are you going to be free for lunch today?"

Rose hmmed to herself, Lucas dreading the upcoming no, then replied, "Yeah. I could be. What time?"

Lucas, pausing a moment, so as not to seem creepily excited, said, "Anytime after 2 pm. I pretty much can take my lunch when I please. Does that work for you?"

Rose sighed softly, seeming to be depressed, when she said, "Unfortunately my lunch is normally around 11."

Lucas sighed heavily, his disappointment evident, when Rose leaned in and said, "Well, I'm sure I can get someone to cover for me. 2'll be great."

Surprised and delighted, Lucas smiled widely, his tongue lolling in his mouth, and before he could ask for her number, Rose slipped a card into his hand, whispering, "I'll meet you where you work?"

"Yeah, sure," Lucas responded, as he stared at the card, only dimly aware Rose had gotten up and exited the bus.

***

Lucas rode the rest of the bus in shocked silence. Not only had he finally gotten the nerve to talk to Rose, he also had gotten her to agree on going to lunch with him! Smiling to himself, barely able to constrain the bounding energy he suddenly was full of, he tapped his foot impatiently, as if his rapid movement when hasten the day to 2. The bus pulled over near the airport, where Lucas exited, and he headed off towards his work.

***

A few minutes later, Lucas arrived at his location of work, the morning bustle beginning to die down, as the staff prepared for the busy lunch that they always had. Lucas was greeted by several employees and he responded in kind, exchanging the normal "What's up?" and "Nothing much" with everyone who asked. He walked towards the kitchen, passing by a few waiters, one a tabby-spotted feline. The male feline looked up, and said, "Hey Lucas! Are you free tonight? One of my regular players is out sick and we have an open seat available, it's yours if you want."

Lucas, paused, considering, and said, "Maybe, Marcus. Can I let you know after, say, 3 pm?"

Marcus nodded, replying, "Yeah, I'm not off until 6 anyways. Also, if you need a ride, I can pick you up myself."

Lucas quickly said, "OK. I'll let you know as soon as I know what it is I am doing. Well, gotta go see Antonio. Can't keep the boss waiting." And with that, Lucas headed towards the small office near the back of the kitchen. Rapping lightly on the door, Lucas waited for the customary "Who's that?" before announcing, "It's Lucas."

"Oh. Lucas. C'mon in, take a seat. Just finishing securing a good deal on some signature, speciality rums. Our clients should enjoy that." His boss, Antonio, a rather large ursine male, always looked silly, trying to use a pen delicately enough to sign paperwork. His large, clawed paws grasped the pen gingerly, and he was focused intently on legibly signing his name. The pen slipped, and a blotch of ink welled, streaking across the paper. "Damn, tiny pens! Why haven't they made pens for us furs with larger needs? I already have enough trouble trying to find gloves and mitts I can wear. Oh. Remind me to ask our supplier for more XXL gloves." Antonio looked up at Lucas, waving the pen in frustration, while trying to mop up the excess ink from the form.

"Alright, got it boss. So, what's new this week. Any specials I should think about?" Lucas asked, always interested in Antonio's ideas. Lucas knew, despite Antonio's size and inability to use conventional kitchen utensils and instruments, he definitely had a good head when it came to food and paired flavours.

"I was thinking we could try a wintry variation of Sopa de Camarones. Instead of the regular yellow or red potato you might normally find in the recipe, I've substituted yams for a holiday sweetness. It's already thick and creamy, and has corn, it could be a good comfort food. Of course, I want to try and spice it up with a bit of red chili flakes and maybe cinnamon. What'da think?" Antonio's hint of an accent came out more forcibly when he spoke, because he was excited. The drawl on his 'r's and the 'oo's betraying his Latin/Caribbean upbringing.

"You're the boss. Sounds interesting. I'll wait for you to whip up a batch before I cast my judgement."

"Well, as my sous, I need you to rally the others and get them to really sell this. I got that huge shipment of yams sitting here, and hopefully we can unload them."

"Maybe we could also spike the soup with a bit of bourbon, like a traditional mashed souffle?"

"Hmm. I've never had yams and bourbon, but we can try it. Oh, by the way, Gomez is sick. Called off early this morning. Caught that nasty flu bug. Can't risk anyone catching and spreading that here. Especially with the flu scare. Can you reschedule everyone? I'll need at least two cooks and dishwasher to help me with the morning. You can have another cook and chef plus two dishwashers for the evenings. Everyone in the kitchen is going to have to step it up. No screw ups. I've already spoken to the waiters, they'll pull their weight."

Antonio shifted in his chair, a heavy squeak following his movement. He used a heavy hand to wipe away some sweat from his brow, and stood up. Lucas followed suit. Lucas accompanied Antonio into the kitchen, and after changing into his coat, they all got to work.

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Periodically throughout the day, Lucas lost track of what he was doing, his anticipation for lunch rising with each passing hour. Interestingly enough, the yam and shrimp soup was quite tasty, and was good with or without the bourbon. Anything spiked with booze seemed to sell moderately well; most of the restaurant's customers needed a relaxing meal. The airport's proximity prompted a need for a quick drink without the airport cost; local restaurants and bars were almost always packed. The airport was also a main reason they had so much business; tourists didn't have to travel far to sample the Caribbean, Latin and Cuban flavours that Miami was somewhat famous for. The casual dining experience also helped promote the business as a good stop for meetings. It was not unusual to see a few suits sitting around a table, on their laptops while sipping mojitos. To help sell that idea, Antonio had installed customer-use computers some of the stationary tables, with complimentary Internet access. Small things like that was a major reason Antonio's small business had such a high return rate. It was fun and tasty, with quick dishes and great service.

Lucas watched the clock intently. The hands seemed to spiral slowly after 1 pm; around 1:30 it seemed to die. Marcus noticed his friend's obsession with the time and after calling his name a few times, and getting no response, snapped his fingers right in front of Lucas' face. Lucas shook his head clear, reorienting himself, seemingly now noticing Marcus waiting for his plates across from the kitchen ledge.

"You alright Lucas? You seem a little distracted. Also, I need my order for table 1 and 17. C'mon boss. Hurry it up." He said, jokingly.

"Heh, yeah. Sorry, my body's here but my brain got off a few stops earlier. Uh, here," Lucas handed Marcus his orders, and continued, "Can you ask the gentleman on 17 if he meant for his steak to be rare or medium, and hurry before it cooks too long."

Lucas returned to watching the steak he was searing. Marcus returned shortly. "He says medium-rare is fine. He requests extra spicy, however, if you could."

"Sure. Give me a minute," Lucas said, beginning to sear a few sliced jalapenos, so he could then top the steak with them.

After finishing the order, Lucas glanced at the clock; the face read 1:40 pm. Sighing to himself, Lucas ignored the clock and focused on new orders coming in, trying to start as many as he could before 2, so as not to leave the plate cook swamped. Luckily, Antonio, despite his role as Executive/Chef de Cuisine, actually hated dealing with the staffing and costs, preferring to leave it to Lucas, who enjoyed the responsibility; more often than not, Antonio was cooking in the kitchen, his heavy voice rumbling out orders to the various others, leaving Lucas free to do whatever Lucas deemed appropriate. A furious, but quick rush of orders came in, but with all the cooks and chefs working at 110% efficiency, it was no problem. Lucas glanced up, after he wiped away some leftover sauce from a dish off the counter, and noticed it was 2:05 pm. Shouting over the bustle of the kitchen, Lucas said, "Toni, I'm taking my lunch, be back in an hour!" and Lucas undid his coat and walked out of the kitchen. Choosing to go out back, Lucas checked himself in the mirror, to make sure no excess particles clung to his carefully groomed fur, and walked though the alley to the front, getting his phone out to call Rose.

As he rounded the corner, he saw Rose sitting at a bench, watching the door to the restaurant. Immediately noticing Lucas, she stood and waved.

"I hope you don't mind that I came to meet you." She asked as she approached.

"No, it's no problem. How, can I ask---" Lucas began, when Rose anticipating this said, "Oh, um. Well, this is where I met you for the first time, but you were rather busy waiting on customers, so you probably don't remember. I had lunch here once, and you were our waiter. So, it was interesting to find out you rode the same route as I. Um, we should probably get going. I've only got an half hour for lunch, and I've got a couple of blocks to walk back to work," she said, as she shrugged. Rose then offered her hand to Lucas, who accepted it, and they headed towards a small sushi place Lucas and his coworkers often went to after hours.

***

As they enjoyed sushi, which Lucas found out Rose hadn't tried before, they chatted. Although Lucas tried to get Rose to eat with the chop sticks, she insisted it was easier and less messy to use her hands, and after Lucas dropped a roll into the soy sauce, splashing some on his shirt, Rose tsked him. However, as she raised her own hand to enjoy a piece of sashimi, which she described as buttery-soft fish and rice, Lucas snatched it away from her using his chopsticks. Quickly popping into his mouth, he grinned, as Rose shouted for him to give it back. With a resigned shrug, Lucas opened his mouth and displayed the sushi, un-chewed. Surprisingly quick, Rose snatched it back off his tongue, and popped it into her mouth, swallowing it after munching it once. Lucas stared, unable to form words, as Rose, eyeing the shared plate for her next morsel, seemed unperturbed. Looking up, she smiled, and grinned mischievously, "It was mine. So, what if it was a little damp from your saliva. You're not sick are you?"

Lucas shook his head silently, slowly grinning, and unable to contain it longer, laughed. Rose joined in, and both eagerly finished the plate. They talked for as long as they could at the restaurant, and on the walk back to Lucas' job. They talked about each other's jobs; Lucas found out Rose worked at the local Embassy as a concierge/desk hostess. He also learned that she was from San Diego, but her parents had moved over from Eastern Europe. Hearing that, Lucas fished out the card she gave him earlier, and asked, "So, is that why this card reads Zuzana Banik?"

Rose nodded, and said, "Yeah, that's my formal name, and the one on all the credit cards and government forms. But, it means 'Rose', and for most people it's easier to remember."

"But Zuzana is a pretty name also. Would it be alright, if I called you Zuzana, or is that a mother-to-daughter formal name? I'll call you whatever you want."

"Whatever I want? What if I said to call me Mistress?"

"What is thy bidding, my Mistress," Lucas said, bowing and imitating a famous sci-fi villain.

Furs around them stared; Rose grabbed Lucas and straightened him, whispering, "Stop that! Just call me Rose, for right now." She giggled softly, admiring the sweet gesture Lucas had done.

They arrived outside of the restaurant, and they stopped. Rose, using a hand to push her hair out of her eyes, looked around, unsure of what to say. Lucas also stood quietly, his head dipped, as he watched his foot trace circles into the sidewalk. For a moment, they stood there, before Lucas said, "I had fun."

"Me too. I think I now like sushi. It helped to have someone handsome to share it with."

It was Lucas' turn to be embarrassed, as he said, "Heh, uh. Well, I'm glad someone so pretty as you was willing to put up with me eating. I know others would argue it's not the most pleasant experience, but---" but Lucas was cut off, as Rose stepped forward, her body close to Lucas, and kissed him on the cheek.

She stepped away quickly, saying, "Call me? I'm free tonight, if you want to get dinner?"

Lucas, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, I cook for a living, why not come over and I'll make something..." Grimacing, after hearing it sound worse than in his head, Lucas was about to clarify, when Rose said, "Sure. Should I take the bus? Or..."

Lucas replied, amazed at her, "Uh, yeah. If you got on the northbound, same route and got off 3 exits from your pick-up, then call me, and I'll meet you." Lucas grabbed a menu, and taking out the cardboard flap, wrote his number on the back, and folding it handed it to Rose. "I know it's not as compact as a business card, but at least you'll have a take-home menu." He shrugged and grinned, which Rose laughed at; Lucas found he enjoyed hearing that sound, and wanted to hear it more.

Rose turned, saying, "Looks like I'll be late getting back, but it won't be a problem. Thanks for lunch. Talk to you later, bye." With that, she walked away, heading towards her own job.

Lucas, his body feeling lighter than air, almost literally glided into the kitchen, before he nearly bumped into Toni.

"Hey, watch it! It got a flambe cooking here," Toni yelled. Shaking his head, Toni resumed cooking, as Lucas quickly got back to work; his mind once again far from work.

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Later in the day, as evening approached, Marcus found Lucas sitting at the computer typing up the new schedule, his friend absentmindedly poking at the keys.

"Ahem," Marcus cleared his throat, "You forgot to let me know if you are joining my table tonight. My group is about to clear the final area of the keep and they could use your help," Marcus winked as he said the second part.

"Oh, sorry man. I've been spacing out, but I can't tonight. I've got a guest coming over for dinner. I've been trying to think about the main course."

"Dude, is that why you've been staring blankly today? Although, you've had a weird little grin on your face all day. It is unusual for you, to say the least."

"Hm? Really? It was that noticeable?"

"Yeah. Even Toni mentioned something to the dishwasher, I could hear them laughing from the check-in booth."

"Well, don't really spread word around, you know I like to keep work and home separate. I've met somebody today."

"Hoo-boy. Really? A hottie?"

"Hell ya! What, you think my standards are low?"

"No, just, you've never really expressed interest in anyone. This is a good thing...wait.... Is she the guest you mentioned?"

"Yeah. She's coming over tonight. We've already had lunch together, although today was the first we really ever chatted. But, I'm telling you, she's special. I couldn't focus on the food at lunch. I just wanted to hear her talk more."

"Yeah, but first a small lunch, then immediately a dinner at your condo? C'mon, that's pretty fast. You aren't really into the whole, love-em and leave-em, one-night mentality."

"Yeah, but she's only coming over for dinner. Besides, I've known OF her for quite some time, and I found out she met me here while I was waiting one time. I just didn't remember, but she did. And today, she met me outside here, because she remembered where I worked. She seems really interesting and interested in me... so..."

Marcus clicked his tongue a few times. "I hope you're right. I wouldn't want you to get worked up and disappointed like last time."

Lucas paused, remembering forlornly, before he quietly said, "Yeah, me either..."

***

Lucas puttered around the kitchen at home, determined to really show off his talent at cooking. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect; every-time he thought of how Rose had kept looking at him and how he felt looking into her eyes, he felt a strange warmth. Just being around her, Lucas felt at ease. Lucas wanted to really make sure Rose, or Zuzana, would have a wonderful evening. He distantly remembered feeling this way a few years prior, while Lucas was still in school. He had met what he thought was a wonderful female cervine, who ended up breaking his heart and stomping on the pieces.

Since that horrible moment years ago, Lucas had started focusing on his work, ignoring many advances from interested females, preferring solitude to potential disaster. After moving away after college, Lucas worked odd jobs until he got hired to cook for Antonio. Toni, impressed with Lucas' dependability and devotion to his job, quickly elevated Lucas up to his right hand chef. Lucas also met Anastasia around when he first got hired, having met her at a party he attended. Her beauty had reawakened Lucas' cold heart. Plus, since she was interested in a short term fling, which Lucas was averted to, Ana continued her advances trying to seduce Lucas. Lucas' defiance made him a game or challenge to Ana; eventually, after many failed attempts, Lucas and Ana both realized they had become good friends. So, when Lucas needed a place to stay that was more economically feasible, Ana offered a room.

Pausing, Lucas thought about how long they had known been friends. "It would have to be roughly two years," Lucas thought to himself, as his phone rang.

Answering quickly, Lucas heard Rose's voice on the other side.

"Hello, Lucas, this is Rose. I've just arrived at the bus stop."

Barely able to contain his excitement, Lucas said, "Good. If you'll wait, I'll be right there. I hope you're hungry!"

"Oh, I am. I brought some dessert, in case you have room after dinner." She emphasized each syllable slowly, letting her words wash slowly over Lucas, like a rolling wave.

Spurred by interest and curiosity, Lucas quickly headed to the bus stop.

***

Lucas picked Rose up from the bus stop, but had to remind himself that tonight was only about the dinner, as Rose wore a rather low-cut, dark-grey blouse that barely stood out against her dark fur. She had used a band to pull her hair back, allowing Lucas to better see her eyes; he got lost in her endless, black pools of shimmering night. She also had a small purse hanging from her shoulder and a bag, presumably laden with dessert, but she wouldn't allow Lucas to gentlemanly-like carry them for her. Lucas led her back to his condo, a hand wrapped around her small frame, his own body towering above her. Holding her close, Lucas could smell the faintest perfume of shampoo in her hair, and he had to stop himself from enjoying the scent too much, or else he would embarrass them both.

At the apartment, Lucas showed Rose where his room was, and the kitchen, already wiped clean of cooking grease and dirty dishes. Rose was impressed, as she awwed and oohed, noting that Lucas must certainly make a decent haul, where Lucas then had to explain that his roommate, Ana, owned most of it. He omitted that her family actually owned all of it, but only because he didn't want Rose to think poorly of him. Eventually, they made their way to the dining room, where Lucas had already, laboriously, set up the dinner and silverware.

Lucas and Rose enjoyed a light dinner of Sopa de Camarones; Lucas had asked to take some home claiming that he would try and improve on it. Lucas had also prepared a light rice dish topped with seared Ahi. Rose, surprised by the devotion Lucas had shown in fixing what seemed to be a complex meal, was determined to wipe her plate clean. Luckily, Lucas didn't have to contend with Ana over the dining room, apparently she had gone out for the evening. They ate in the low-lit room, a relaxing melody of jazz playing in the background. Lucas noted how, even in the low light, Rose's fur still seemed to shine, the light rolling off her curves as if she wore spandex. He also noticed small black studs in her ears, only because the light reflected brightly off them, like distant stars in the night sky. Rose and Lucas constantly caught themselves staring at each other, their food disappearing slowly. Eventually they finished their meal; by that time, the evening night had folded over Miami and the nightlife could be heard, rousing itself from lethargy.

Despite their fevered chatting earlier, Lucas and Rose had little to say. They seemed to enjoy each other's company. All throughout dinner, the two had scooted their chairs closer and closer to each other. Soon, nearly sitting on top of each other's laps and after an extremely long silence, Lucas turned to Rose and asked, "So, how long ago would you say we met?"

Rose, paused, thinking, "Hmm, about, a year and a few months? Around that long, I'd guess. Why?"

Lucas waited, gathering his thoughts, wanting to make sure he didn't sound ridiculous, "I ask, because I feel like I know you. I mean, like we've known each other for a while. Does that seem strange, being that we really just met?"

Rose breathed a sigh of relief. Lucas, his curiosity piked, looked quizzically at Rose.

"Well, actually, I feel the same way," Rose whispered. "At first, I couldn't explain it. Seeing you for the first time, my heart pounded against my chest and my head was dizzy. I asked my friends about it, and they suggested I sleep with you, and get it out of my system." Rose blushed, as she struggled to continue. "So, I tried to get close to you, but every time, I felt the same way. Eventually, I couldn't take it. I stopped driving my car so I could take the same bus... Yeah, actually, I have a car, I parked near the stop and waited... anyways, I wanted to get to know you, but you seemed distant, and I was terrified."

Rose's breathing got heavy, as she twisted her hands together, glancing around, her anxiety growing. Lucas reached out and put his palm on hers; his touch seemed to immediately soothe her. She relaxed and was about to say something, when Lucas shushed her.

"Rose... Zuzana, truthfully, I feel the same way. I would watch you on the bus and imagine, well, what I imagined doesn't matter. But, I was also terrified about talking to you. I was afraid you'd find it creepy."

Lucas searched his heart, trying to come up with more words, but Rose, tears brimming in her eyes, leaned in against Lucas and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Lucas moved into her touch, her own body responding in kind. They quickly pressed against each other, their bodies heating rapidly in passion. They each struggled for a breath, as they continued to furiously kiss each other, tongues dancing lightly across each other's then linking again in deep embraces. Their hands raced up and down each other's body, enjoying the close touch; each other enjoyed the softness of the other's fur. Lucas broke their kiss, panting, and asked, "Does this... seem... rushed to you?" Lucas ran his hand through Rose's hair, her own resting on Lucas' chest.

Rose, catching a breath, nodded, and kissed his neck, nibbling up and down his throat, her other hand rubbed his chest. "Yeah... but it... seems right. Right?---" Lucas interrupted Rose with another deep kiss, which she returned fully, wrapping her hands around Lucas' neck; as they finished, she tugged lightly at his lips with her teeth, a loving nibble. Lucas, realizing his tongue had previously felt something in her mouth, asked, "Did, did you pierce your tongue?"

Rose grinned wickedly, and stuck out her tongue, a small onyx stud pierced through the center. Also, Lucas now confirmed her tongue was a deep purple, nearly black. Curious, Lucas asked slyly, "You know... your tongue is almost as dark as your fur and hair. And the piercing, is it the only one?"

Rose continued to grin, and replied in a languid, sultry voice, "I guess you'll have to find out for yourself..." She pushed away from Lucas, and headed to what Lucas pointed out was his room. Lucas, surprised, asked, "Are you serious?"

Rose stopped in the doorway, and hugging it, responded with a sensual nod, curling her finger towards her. Lucas, already feeling a small bulge forming, stood up following her, his dream quickly becoming reality...

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Hope you're enjoying the story so far! I felt it was interesting the first time, and probably will be this time, so I'm, once again, asking for audience input. What happens? Instead of a vote, I'll take ideas, and use the best one. If you want to see something spcific now's the time to let your voice be heard. Later, I'll be checking the responses for a few days and in about a week I'll post the nexxxt chapter! :)