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Wind whistled through the deserted alley, the sudden breeze not forceful yet carried with it a chill that only added and highlighted the biting cold air of this frosty night, the stars twinkling in the clear sky seeming more reminiscent of icicles than the fiery truth of it.

It was that wind that wrapped around yet didn't seem to bother the grey furred mammal not so much walking as advancing along the alley. By all rights it should have more than bothered her, her barely modest white bikini, stockings held up by the black belt fastened by the golden clasp in the shape of a animal face and knee length pink boots really offered no protection against the elements. Not even with the lighter pink jacket that flapped open around her waist and bare stomach almost in defiance of the elements. Really the only item of clothing that could be called snug (in the warm sense because everything she wore was super tight and close to her curvy frame) was the collar adorned with a brilliant gold heart, the pink fabric that matched her boots perfectly running right up to her chin.

Yet even with that icy wind whipping her purple hair dotted with little sparkles that most people mistook for something cosmetic and flapping her long wide cuffs in a deeper shade of pink than most of her jacket Carita was seemingly oblivious to the cold. Even the paw clutching her star topped wand with delicate wings framing each side of the heart nestled inside the short rod was free of any trembles or shivers.

Being a demigoddess came with more than a few perks after all, her natural magic helping to shield her from the artic conditions. A good thing too, since Carita was focused on much less mundane things.

'It must be around here somewhere.' Carita muttered distractedly, again feeling for the odd presence that had drawn her to this long abandoned section of the cities industrial area. Not that it was that feeling that had tempted Carita from her warm apartment. No, that had been something less tangible. Still, Carita had long learned to trust those instincts and it seemed they had steered her right again. 'Ah...in there. Yes. There.'

Carita found her eyes drawn to the warehouse across the street from her, those bright orbs locked on the flickering light that danced in one small window. But it was the sudden surge of strong feeling that called to her most, the odd feeling of loneliness slipping into her heart with a pang of sorrow. Yet the more she focused on it, the more it grew. Still with loneliness yes but also with a strong desire to be alone.

The very duality of it made Carita's head spin. How could someone crave solitude but feel a desperate longing for closeness, for companionship. It was a good question. One that she couldn't get answers for her. With renewed purpose Carita strode into the warehouse.

Inside was largely what she imagined; a series of wide and barely lit rooms that once must have bustled with frantic activity all tied to the goods and products stored here bound for destinations unknown. Now all was almost oppressively eerie darkness and silence, a darkness only broken by what little light from the street lamps could penetrate the grimy windows. Still, that combined with the comforting glow from her wand was enough for Carita to carefully navigate those rooms towards what or who she sought, the visceral emotion even stronger in here. Still, Goddess or not caution still ruled each step. While she couldn't exactly feel malice or danger, she couldn't overlook the fact she was intruding on the privacy of someone who in some way valued it.

Someone who was right in the next room. Carita was brought up by that thought as much as the crackling snapping sound of a fire reached her ears, instantly raising memories of camping and long summer evenings under the stars and before a roaring campfire. Not her memories of course, more memories of love that were hers to access through her divine heritage. Something both a blessing and curse.

As much to push away those bittersweet recollections that maybe even the owners of had forgotten Carita advanced into the next room, ready for whatever she might see. A preparation that did nothing to mitigate the flicker of surprise as she entered the room only a little smaller than the others and nowhere near as empty. And occupied.

Occupied by the short rodent kneeling before the fire he was obviously stoking after having added more fuel, the flicking light dancing over his grey fur on his hands and face as well as the heavy and clearly worn brown overalls that were no doubt protection for this rodent against the cold.

No..not rodent...bat..a nimbat if she knew her species. Carita couldn't believe she had missed the presence of the wings tucked against his back again now that the temporary shudder that drew her attention to them had passed. Yet now that she had seen them she couldn't avoid them, finding that singular identifying feature of his species uniquely fascinating. As was the grace the small movements as he tended the fire were filled with, a grace and gentleness that left her tingling inside.

Her curiosity not so much forgotten as tempered by a urge not to stare Carita turned her attention to the room that surrounded them both. For what was still at its most basic an abandoned warehouse this room out of all the others felt..well..lived in; filled with little touches of belonging and home. The high backed chair in the corner. The pile of books stacked reverentially beside it with the edge of the stack peeking out from under the sheet placed there to protect them from the damp. The small bed coveted with a thick duvet and two heavy blankets that would no doubt be very snug to snuggle under. The tall lamp obviously carefully placed to illuminate them both. The dresser with...

'Who are you? What do you want?'

Carita started at that double shot of questions, softly spoken as they were. Yet she couldn't help feeling embarrassed, despite all her caution she had been caught not just snooping but trespassing as well she supposed with a sigh. 'I don't mean you any harm.' Carita said slowly. 'My name is Carita. And well..I felt you..almost calling to me. Your loneliness I mean. Others don't feel it but it was..is like a beacon to me. It's not in my nature to ignore something like that.'

'Well..I see.' The numbats' once stoic expression flickered with an emotion Carita couldn't really follow or read before that wall of blankness returned. 'I'm sorry to have troubled you but I'm fine here. Really. There is nothing for you to worry about.'

'I think there is.' Carita pressed. 'For one, that fire won't last the night. I might not know much about this kind of life but I know that. Then what? You stay here huddled under your blankets trying to stay as warm as you can until morning? That's not going to be good for you. It's going to get really cold tonight. And I'd hate for you to get sick.'

'Well..it's not like I can go anywhere else.' The nimbat sighed, a little trace of resignation slipping into his voice. Resignation that Carita refused to allow to stop her saying the idea that had just come into her head.

'You can. You can come home with me. Simple as you please. Just like that I can have you and all your stuff back at my place. So it's not like you would be leaving anything behind.' Carita said earnestly,

'Uhuh. Sure.' The bat sighed again. 'Just snap your fingers and everything ends up at your house.'

'Don't be silly.' Carita chided mock teasingly. 'I just raise my wand. Watch.'

'What the heck?' Those words, not entirely unexpected words, were the first out of the bats mouth the second the burst of pink light faded to reveal all of his belongings exactly where he had left them. Yet not in the room he had left them, these new surroundings much cosier then the stark grey walls that had enclosed them barely a second ago. Then again after that, almost anything would have been better. Which wasn't to say that the warm yellow walls and deep blue carpet under foot didn't bring a swell of joy to his heart.

Even with only a fraction of her powers Carita would have been able to feel that, that feeling bringing a smile to her lips. 'Told you. You really should never underestimate the power of a goddess.'

'A goddess?' The nimbat replied, almost disbelievingly.

'I did just teleport us halfway across town.' Carita said as if that proved everything. 'Now..I should introduce myself. My name is Carita, the Goddess of Love.'

Clearly the bat didn't have any idea how to respond to that, a kind of stunned instinct taking over as he responded in kind. 'Fosteria. But most people call me Fosty. It's nice to meet you.'

'Fosty. I like that. Come on.' Carita softly took his paw in hers. 'Let's get you warmed up and you can tell me why you want to be alone.'

Getting warmed up in this case meant a nice soothing cup of hot chocolate. Carita had been thinking coffee at first but she quickly turned that aside, not wanting to spend the rest of the evening bouncing off the walls. The same could have gone for her guest if she knew him better, but even though she didn't she could tell that he was tense enough without adding a stimulant to the mix. So hot chocolate it was going to be. Which after a few minutes spent whipping up two mugs topped with sweet whipped cream and finished with a generous helping of chocolate sprinkles lead to Carita sitting opposite her guest at the small dining table.

'So...I'm guessing there is a story behind the way you were camping out in that warehouse.' Carita kept her tone light and friendly; years of experience coupled with what she could feel from Fosty telling her he just needed a little nudge to open up. 'I'd have said it's not something you chose but...I think you did. Am I right?'

'You are.' Fosty took a sip of his chocolate as if to steady himself. 'I'm sorry. I've never told anyone this before. I always felt it was safer not too. To not let anyone get close to me or my duty.'

'Duty.' Carita said softly. 'Something you feel you have to do but can't tell anyone.'

'How could I?' Fosty sighed. 'How exactly do you admit to someone that you are the one person protecting their whole planet from threats they have no idea about. That's my life. Has been since I was a teenager. Just that. All the normal stuff other people got to do..having fun with friends..holding down a job..all of that was something I never got to do because it has always been me standing between the world and those who would tear it down. So you tell me..how do you tell someone all of that?'

'Like that might work.' Carita laughed softly. 'Didn't seem so hard to me.'

'If anyone would even believe me. I know you seem to but I doubt others would be so open minded.' Fosty replied. 'Even if they did, being around me would only put them in danger from those who are hunting me. They certainly wouldn't care who they hurt to get to me. No, it's far better to keep others at arms length. Or even further.'

'I can understand that. And why you would live in that warehouse. No one around to get hurt if an attack does come.' Carita soothed. Or tried too. Only Fosty didn't exactly look soothed.

'How could you understand?' Fosty said with a frown filled with such pain it made Carita's heart literally ache.

'You think I don't? I told you I was the goddess of love. Well..would you believe that I've helped hundreds..thousands of people..to find love. But have never been able to find it myself. Pretty pathetic right.'

'Why not?' Fosty asked, his brief pained expression drifting to one of genuine concern.

'People find me intimidating.' Carita sighed, then pouted as Fosty chuckled. 'Seriously. Well..not me so much as my job. They seem to like me to start with and we can start hitting it off until we get close enough that I feel I can tell them what I do. I don't like keeping secrets from people. Only..it scares them off the few times I've told people. With some people it's the shock..others just think it's weird and by extension I'm weird too. And some just get totally intimidated by it, thinking I'm going to set such high standards on it that they can never compete with those. Then comes the excuses..the late meetings or sudden family events when we are supposed to be on a date. It's always the same calls and texts. Then the calls stop coming. And I'm alone again. And each time it gets harder for me to open my heart to someone, each time I worry that one day I won't be able to do it any more. That I won't be able to feel love for someone.'

'Well..I wouldn't find you intimidating.' Fosty said with an earnest tone that Carita couldn't help seizing on with an almost desperate swell of happiness, one that she never wanted to lose. 'I've fought against creatures and beings you wouldn't believe, creatures with power to split this planet in two with a wave of their hands. After dealing with the existence of those, the idea of a Goddess of Love doesn't seem strange to me. And you know what I see? I don't just see a Goddess any more than all I see in a person on the street is a police officer or a office worker or a laundrette. No..I see a person like anyone else. With hopes and dreams and fears and loves like anyone else. And doesn't that make you like anyone else? What could be intimidating about that?'

'Well..I wish everyone else felt the way you do.' Carita sighed.

'Do they have too? Isn't it enough that I do?' Fosty replied with the same earnest tone that was still making her heart swell. 'You know...talking with you has made me realise how closed off I've been recently, how much I've been holding back my emotions and feelings because I felt I had too. But..I don't feel that I have to with you, that I can be open with you. I..haven't felt this way in years. You..haven't done something to me..have you?'

'Like what?' Carita replied with confusion that was utterly and humblingly genuine. Silly as it sounded she really felt that she should be able to understand him and that she couldn't had her stomach all in conflicted knots she felt she could never untangle.

'Like...I don't know. Some kind of..well..love spell.' Fosty almost whispered, either afraid of hearing that as the truth or just embarrassed by what he had said. 'The Goddesses of ancient legend its said can bend the affections of mortals like a straw.'

'Pfftt.' Carita bit down on the giggle that bubbled in her throat, that tight control holding barely a second before she burst out laughing. A soft warm laugh that rolled around the room for a good ten seconds before she dragged her control back into place. 'I've never liked those stories. That's never what being a goddess of love is about. We don't control love or create infatuation in others just to try and bring true lovers together. Oh, it's a good romantic notion in its own way. But more what we do is feel the rhythm of love, helping others to work around the blockages that prevent them from seeing how they really feel. Nothing magical about it. I just talk with them, find some role that will let me get closer to them and just by talking tease out what it is that stops them finding love. Sometimes it's about helping someone have confidence in themselves. Others it's about helping them stop worrying about the past and look for the future. And with some it's about breaking down the walls they have put up around their heart.'

'Like mine, you mean.' So Fosty had picked up on the maybe not so subtle direction of that last example.

'Yours don't need so much breaking down as letting down.' Carita pressed smoothly. 'You need to try letting someone in. Once you've met the right person.'

'And who would be the right person?' Fosty asked. 'You think I'm just going to meet up with them out of the blue.'

'Maybe you just did.' Carita replied, finding it hard to keep professional and not just blurt out what she really wanted to say. 'See..you are afraid that anyone you get close to will get hurt simply by being with you. That they won't be able to defend themselves against these enemies of yours. But what if you met someone who could take care of herself. Someone powerful enough to stand with you against this threat and with you despite the risk. Someone who loves you enough to take that risk, something you've never given anyone the chance to try.'

Fosty didn't respond to that, seeming lost in a almost thoughtful silence that he didn't want to break. So Carita did instead, following with a second train of thought. 'Take me now. I'm looking for someone strong as well. Someone strong enough to stand with me and not run a mile when they find out what I am. Someone who cares for me as a person not just seeing the surface of me. Now..am I crazy or am I describing the both of us?'

'That's a nice thought but you don't love me..do you?' Fosty asked carefully.

'I think I do.' Carita replied. 'I know we just met but the thought of you leaving..I couldn't stand that..not seeing you again. So..I'd like it if you stayed. And I think you want to stay as well.'

'Well..maybe.' Fosty replied in a tone that Carita had heard lots of times, that uncertain word little more than a substitute for the word yes. Often she has found it's easier to say that and mean the other as opposed to actually saying yes. 'But..where would I stay?'

'You are silly for a hero aren't you.' Carita teased. 'You have your own room here remember. Which isn't to say that you couldn't stay in my room.'

Carita didn't have to use her empathic senses to know Fosty was tempted, it was written all over his face really; his eyes dancing like a war of words was raging in his brain. Which it most likely was.

'Well..I'd like that. But only if you want me.'

'I want you.' Carita repeated, trying not to think of the other meaning of those words. 'Now, its late and we both need sleep. And I don't know about you but I'm going to sleep better with some company tonight.'

Despite her exterior confidence, Carita really had no idea how Fosty would react to that. Either seeing it simply for the honest admission it was or just as something she said just for his own sake. At the end of the day she supposed it didn't matter as much how he took it against him actually taking it. Yet on the other hand it mattered more than anything in the world. Luckily she needn't have worried, Fosty responding after barely a seconds pause with a slow nod.

'I think I'd like that.'

'Well..come on.' Reigning in a wash of almost childish excitement Carita took his paw in hers and swiftly led him to her bedroom, only pausing a second before letting him in. She had rarely shown anyone in here and silly as it sounded she wanted him to like it.

'Not as pink as I imagined.' Fosty chuckled, his eyes lingering on her outfit from a second, that look drawing a playful scowl from Carita.

'I don't have to have everything pink.' Carita grinned to let him know that scowl had been teasing. 'Not anymore anyway. I did when I was a kid but now I'm more partial to neutral colours. Still, doesn't mean I don't like to slip into something pink when I'm sleeping.'

'So I see.' Fosty eyes settled on the pink nighty on the edge of the bed just for a second, equally hastily pulled away as if he didn't want to be caught prying.

'I don't think I'm going to need that tonight though.' Carita grinned with a nod at her uniform. 'Not since I'm on duty you might say. But you..I'm not going to have a guest sleeping in a pair of overalls. Not a chance. So..why don't you get those off and we can try to rustle up something to fit you.'

'Well..alright.'

That hesitant tone as much as the actual need to find something for him to wear prompted Carita to move to rummage around in her wardrobe, using the search to grant him the privacy to change as she hunted for the set of jogging bottoms she had ordered but proved too large for her to wear.

Still, she couldn't help being aware of the rustle of the fabric behind her, her mind filled with thoughts about what he might look like beneath that.

'Here..these should do you.' Carita stood, the tracksuit bottoms clutched in her paw as she glanced behind her almost on instinct. She really hadn't meant too but when she saw Fosty still standing fully clothed she had to turn to face him. 'Hey. What's wrong?'

'I..don't think I can do this.' Fosty blushed, his eyes not having left his feet. At least not until Carita lifted his chin to meet his gorgeous eyes.

'Then let me do this for you.' Carita let her soft voice wash over Fosty, trusting it to relax him. A trust that was proved true. Yes, he tensed up at first as her paw traced over his arm. But then she heard the slow deep breath she had been waiting for, Fosty relaxing again even after her paw reached to tug down the zipper, the once firm tightness of his suit instantly releasing to allow her to slip it off his shoulders and down his chest.

'See..that wasn't so hard.' Carita soothed, resting a paw against the bunched material of his tshirt that lay under the half discarded overalls, feeling the steady beating of his heart against her pawpad. ''Now..let's get the rest of this off you.'

Fosty tensed up again and Carita was about to repeat her earlier instruction when the fabric she had been inching down revealed his underwear, the small tight triangle of blue cloth wrapped around his obviously erect member making her smile. 'Oh my. A bikini huh? Not what I expected but still very cute. I wonder..are you wearing the other half as well?'

'Uhuh.' Fosty more squirmed than nodded, his obvious embarrassment not stopping the twitch that ran through his member. 'It's...well...kinda a kink of mine.'

'Oh? Is that what's got you so hard?' Carita teased. 'Or is it what I've been wearing? I can't blame you for that. This is what I call my Modern Cupid outfit but it's really just my normal clothing. Still looks pretty hot if I do say so myself. Not that your bikini isn't kinda hot too.'

'Well..I just more like the way it feels...and how it looks when I bulge.' Fosty did squirm this time especially when Carita linked her arms around his neck.

'And what about when I do this?'

'Do what...mmmm.' Fosty groaned, all time, worry and thought seeming to drop away as Carita kissed him; the pair of new lovers bathed in the bright moonlight streaming through the window almost like they were isolated in both a light and moment of their own.

While Fosty might not exactly have been thinking rationally, that did nothing to stop him returning the kiss with one of his own. His own arms tugged Carita into his embrace, his lips mashed as sweetly against hers as hers were against his. Carita was the first to surface from that kiss, her eyes searching Fosty's for some sign that maybe she had misjudged that decision. A fear quickly dispelled when Fosty drew her into another kiss that they both deepened sweetly.

Both relieved and overjoyed in equal measure, Carita had to cling to Fosty as her head started to spin in time with the pounding of her heart, breaking the kiss with a sweet gasp that made Fosty look down in concern.

'I'm fine..you are just a really good kisser. But I think you want more than kissing. And I know I do.' Carita grinned. 'In fact, I think you need a little appreciation gift to thank you.'

'But...surely I should be the one thanking you.' Fosty stammered.

'Oh...you will.' Carita grinned spinning Fosty around and with a playful shove pushed him down to the bed. Now with his head spinning Fosty had barely recovered from that sudden burst of movement before Carita was sitting astride his legs, quickly reaching for his shirt which she wasted no time in stripping to leave him in just his delicate blue bikini, not waisting even a second before her paw softly stroking his bikini covered bulge. 'Remember how I said I could follow the flow of people's needs? Well..that includes what they crave sexually as well. And I know what you want, so just lie back and enjoy.'

'What do you...ohhhh.' Fosty thrust his head hard back into the pillow as Carita eased her panty covered sex against his bikini encased length, feeling a soft tingle of delight from lying her beneath her in just his bikini. The very thought almost enough to make him release his pent up frustration right there.

'Relax..and cum for me.' Carita grinned, already slowly grinding her crotch against his straining length.

Fosty didn't exactly have much choice. As suddenly shy as he felt, he couldn't ignore the swell of excitement that rushed through him. Here he was in the bed of a girl he had just met, barely clothed and Carita not exactly wearing much more, with this glorious goddess worshipping such sweet love on the one place that had barely known the touch of his paw let alone the soft caress of a woman.

Unknown to him, Carita was caught up in a similar swell of emotion. How long it had been since anyone had wanted to be with her she had no idea. It had been less painful to not count that passage of time. Yet almost out of the blue here was this wonderfully sweet fur actually allowed her to get close to him in more ways than one. One who was actually opening up to her and allowing her in. Something that was as much a rarity for him as for her, and it was that openness that touched her heart the most.

Which wasn't to say she wasn't enjoying being touched in other ways. While deep down she was very much looking forward to Fosty returning the favour with a little loving of his own, her pussy already wet just from the thought of his mouth brushing her with sweet kisses and heated licks.

To Carita that was as arousing as someone actually fucking her. Something she felt Fosty was hesitant about. Not stopping the soft roll of her hips against the now pre darkened fabric surrounding his length, she let her aura encompass Fosty in its warm touch. Instantly she was suffused with the sweet warmth of his own excitement, his mind filled with little more than thoughts of her suckling and licking his still clothed length, those secret desires the very culmination of what he craved. Of course, there were thoughts of her pleasure too. But absent the almost animalistic desire to breed a female like so many males she had known in her job, those thoughts centred around reversing this position to rub against her. Or use his mouth to bring her such sweet pleasure.

Those thoughts only rose, a rise mirrored in his posture. Almost with a deep urgency, Fosty arched his back to press right against her crotch. Even without her senses that new position would have allowed her to feel the tremor that ran through his shaft. Yet she felt it so much more keenly and deeply, the rush of pleasure filling her soul to mingle with her own.

'Car..Carita.' Fosty whimpered almost shyly. 'I'm..I'm..oh goddess...this feels so..I'm so..I'm gonna...'

'I know.' Carita purred, right on the verge of a sweetly shared orgasm that one more rub threatened to draw from them both alike. It was that reason she stilled, letting her loving gaze meet Fosty's in time with a soft caress of his chest. 'Don't hold back. Let's cum together.'

Fosty's nod was all the direction she needed, her hips rolling over his cock thrust against her as close as his hips would allow. Up and along Carita rubbed, savouring each twitch and strain, loving the way Fosty fought the obviously strong urge to just drop back and let go in favour of his sweet desire to hold her eyes as they both came. Fighting that he might have been, but there are somethings that cannot be fought.

Carita pressed her hips forward to quickly thrust her sex over his head in time with a delicious warm squelching noise of his pre rubbed against his bikini, the whole of the front stained in his juices and hers. His whole shaft throbbed with the promise of more to come, Carita anticipating the delicious moment of his sweet release almost as much as her own.

One more rub was all it took for Fosty's control to slip, his mind and body suddenly and firmly united in one thing. Something that was clearly too much for Fosty to take, his mouth open in a wordless moan as his long awaited orgasm racked him. Against her he throbbed and twitched, his pent up shaft unloading to pump sweet sticky cum all over the front of his bikini, the thick juices easily soaking the fabric.

Carita felt that distractedly, not dismissively. Nono. She was caught up in, overwhelmed might be a better word, her own long overdue climax. Long long overdue if the sheer amount of her own juices leaking through her underwear was any indication. Later Carita would make a vow to never let it go that long again. Now there was just one word on her mind. Well..three of them.

'I love you.' Carita hadn't really expected to say those words. But now she did she realised she had never meant any words more. And maybe wished she had said them sooner. Yet she didn't have long to dwell on that.

'I love you too.' There was always the chance Fosty had said those words to distract her from her thoughts. And had she still not been connected to him, she might have believed it. But all she could feel was little more than earnest, honest truth behind those words. Words he had been holding back as long as she had maybe. Time later to talk about that. Right now, she just wanted to stay here with him under the moonlight. Fosty must have thought so too because he didn't exactly resist as Carita slipped next to him, nor when she pulled up the blankets around them both. Yes..words could wait. Right now Carita wanted sleep as she was sure Fosty was looking forward to a night sleep in a warm house as opposed to a cold warehouse. Again. Something to talk about tomorrow. The future. One she would love to spend with her new soulmate. Unknown to her those were almost the exact words running through Fosty's mind as they drifted to sleep.