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Love is not something that everyone finds easy to show, or to find. But me... I... well, I love it. :3 To show that, this series of short, single-scene stories is all about the many aspects of love. <3

Love Is... Giving, Just To See The Look On Their Face.

"I want you to have this, Emmy."

The vixen beamed as she accepted the small, neatly boxed gift from Martin. She had his present waiting upstairs, hidden in a suitcase underneath their bed. True to form though, the collie had managed to sneak his gift-giving in even earlier in the day than she had planned! Emma hadn't even had her morning coffee yet, her mug still sitting empty and unfulfilled on the countertop just a few metres away. Her hair was tousled and not yet tied back into the ponytail style she'd favoured recently, her body draped in nothing more than her nightgown, and there were still a few small flecks of sleep-grime in the corners of her eyes. And yet now that she had this little box in her paws, the vixen didn't care about any of that. Not simply because of the gift mind you; no... she wasn't anything like so shallow, but because whilst coffee was indeed a magnificent chemical pick-me-up it was nothing compared to the rush of seeing Martin standing before her, grinning madly, and looking into her eyes with the same fevered adoration which she too felt for him.

"I don't suppose I can go and get dressed before I open it, hmm?"

Martin shook his head, still grinning like a loon.

"Nope! You have to open it now. And anyway, you're already the most gorgeous lady in the world! Why would you want to hide yourself away under some stupid clothes?"

Snorting with laughter, Emma raised her eyebrows.

"Wow! You're really laying it on thick this year aren't you. Still hoping for that 'spend the entire anniversary in bed' day we were joking about last week?"

All but bouncing up and down on the digigrade pads of his feet, Martin looked as though he was ready to quite literally burst at the seams with enthusiasm. He waved his paws at Emma, eyes wide and twinkling, gesturing for her to open the box. Then they'd see if she was still so glib. Then she would see why her man was so very happy, and hopefully realise why he was so excited about being able to give her this gift so swiftly on this, their two year anniversary.

The vixen smiled fondly at the sight of her lover's enthusiasm. For two years he had delighted her with that same energy and showed no signs of running low on it any time soon. She therefore did not attempt to resist any longer, pulling open the small black box and picking out the contents, all wrapped neatly in silk cloth. There appeared to be two objects nestled within, though both still covered and unidentifiable thus far. One was far lighter and smoother though, whilst the other appeared decidedly more rough and heavy to the touch. Slowly Emma unwrapped the smoother portion, letting the silk fall open in her paws to reveal a small, polished stone pendant on the end of a beautiful gold chain. The stone itself was gorgeous too! Not a jewel but simply a black mineral of some sort with a vein of a deep reddish brown running through its centre. It was perfect for Emma's colouration; vivid yet not able to clash with her fur! In fact it was probably one of the very few pieces of jewellery she'd ever seen... never mind owned, that she could honestly see herself wearing regularly.

"Oh... Oh Marty it's beautiful. Where did you find something like this? How did you know what to look for?"

Grinning, the collie said nothing. He simply waved a paw, gesturing for Emma to open the second wrapped object. Intrigued and in awe at the prospect of something else alongside this already stunning gift, Emma gently and reluctantly set the necklace down on the kitchen counter beside her. She unwrapped the heavier portion of the parcel much more swiftly, eager to see what it was, and found her eyes widening in both intrigue and excitement despite the apparent simplicity of what her investigation had uncovered. Sitting in the palm of her left hand was a lump of rock; by the looks of it the same rock which composed her necklace. The only difference was that this appeared to be the raw form of that rock, unpolished and left in its entirely natural state.

To think that Martin had gone to all the trouble of having that rock made into something so beautiful for her, if that was indeed what this two part gift was suggesting, it made the necklace even more special! Emma set the rock aside next to the necklace and placed the now empty box down with it. She stepped forward, taking her lover's paws into her own and leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his muzzle.

"Happy anniversary, Emmy. I love you."

"I love you too Marty. Happy anniversary, you sweet, silly thing."

They cuddled, gently swaying in one another's arms and exchanging fond smooches back and forth. For a few minutes after those first, tender words neither one spoke; happy to simply let their actions do the talking at their behest. The silence did end though, the gift giving not quite over with yet. Martin spoke up softly, a strangely wistful quality to his words that the vixen found every bit as mystifying as he probably intended, and more so!

"Do you recognise the stone, Emma?"

Turning her gaze down to the gift itself without leaving the warmth of her boyfriend's arms, Emma looked thoughtfully at both the polished and raw form of the rock. After about ten seconds, she hazarded a guess.

"Onyx? Jet? Obsidian? Something like that? I don't think I could even guess what the red was."

Martin chuckled, shaking his head and kissing the vixen fondly upon the forehead.

"No... not the type of rock. This rock. This exact rock. You've seen it before... held it before."

He picked up the raw lump and placed it in Emma's left palm. Their paws lingered in contact as warm flesh met warm flesh, and the lovers let their muzzles share another tender kiss on the spur of the moment. As it ended, Martin continued as though he'd merely paused for breath.

"Think back... our first date, the day I asked you out. We were hiking up some damned mountain for the college rambling society. Both of us had been dragged along by one of our friends, and we were having a great time bringing up the rear! There were only about eight of us, but when we got to the campsite they still found we'd been short-changed out of tents! After that all it took was a few harsh words from each of us to our friends, and suddenly we were roomies! And for some reason, you actually made an effort to talk to me."

Emma giggled, the memories flooding back.

"You were so nervous, sharing a tent with a girl! If I remember correctly, you were worried that you'd roll over at night and bump against me, and that I'd cry rape!"

The collie blushed, nodding sheepishly.

"Can you blame me? I was so much more of a geek back then, and you... you were every bit as stunning as you are now."

Rolling her eyes, Emma tried not to join Martin in blushing. If her lover ever found out how much his compliment's got to her... well, he would almost certainly use it to perfection against her! He, being as eager as he was to please, would wreak havoc with the knowledge that a little flattery would get him close to anywhere!

"Anyway, we were sharing a tent. So you started to talk to me, and me being the calm, thoughtful geek I was instantly decided that you were the love of my life, and that I had to ask you out before you realised what a dweeb I really was. The moment we ran out of things to talk about... before any awkward silences could set in, I vowed to myself that I'd ask you for a date. The only problem was that we really didn't run out of things to talk about. We set up camp at about... what, seven thirty; and went into our tent by nine? By the time someone yelled at us to keep the laughing down, it was about half past three in the morning!

Martin shook his head, smirking as he continued to reminisce. Though both of them remembered this whole story all too well, he relished being able to recount it out loud on the anniversary of its happening. Especially given that it was going to lead to a revelation; one which Emma had seemingly overlooked thus far!

"If they hadn't told us to keep it down, we might never have been able to spend that night the way we did. You only noticed how cold it was when we actually decided to be a bit quieter and settle down into our sleeping bags. God... you were shivering so hard I could hear the canvas vibrating. So I did the only thing a guy in my position could do. The only thing any self respecting man would do for a maiden in need of help and comfort. I took advantage! I asked if you wanted to cuddle up with me... to conserve body heat, of course."

The vixen laughed, kissing her boyfriend playfully on the tip of his nose.

"Of course...."

She continued to chuckle to herself, grinning as she remembered how brightly Martin's cheeks had been glowing in the torchlight. He was lame about being macho. No matter what Martin said, she knew he really had offered his body heat to help warm her up. The intimacy of the act was just a happy coincidence!

"You cuddled up to me, and I fell asleep after just a little while longer. I remember thinking that you were so sweet, that you'd be a great catch for whatever guy caught your eye."

Emma giggled madly as Martin huffed, trying to play up his outrage that his girlfriend of two years had thought him gay on the first night they spent together. But then again, would she have cuddled with him so readily if she'd known that he was both straight and romantically interested in her?

"And the next morning...?"

Martin's tone of voice was one of probing curiosity, as though trying to coax Emma's memory into recognising something he was certain that it already knew. Something about the original context of this conversation. About a rock... the rock which made up his anniversary gift to her, one that she'd apparently seen somewhere before.

It was then, all at once, that the realisation hit her!

The story! Its conclusion. The rock. The rock! That was it!!

"When we woke up the next morning, you rolled over and growled! I asked what was wrong, Martin, and you told me it was nothing. Every time you moved though, you'd wince, or growl, or something! So I made you lift up your shirt, and after a lot of resisting you did. You had a huge bruise under your fur, right on the side you'd been lying on all night. I felt around under our groundsheet, and found something sticking up right under where you'd been lying. I remember being so angry at you for not saying anything! For hurting yourself because of me. For being such a pig headed, stubborn man!"

Grinning, Martin nodded. They both knew where this was going now.

"And then...?"

Emma turned crimson, falling suddenly and completely under the thrall of selective amnesia. It didn't matter though. Martin knew she remembered even if she was too bashful to say it out loud, and thus was more than willing to fill in that blank on Emma's behalf.

"Then you pulled my shirt off entirely, and found out that I wasn't gay after all."

Glowing pink with exquisite embarrassment, Emma's muzzle remained firmly closed and non-cooperative on the subject. Her sparkling eyes betrayed the fondness of those memories though, as did the way her legs shifted; thighs squeezing together in a futile effort not to be tantalised by thoughts of what had passed between them on that crisp, life-changing morning two years before.

"You told me that I was a prat... but a kind and wonderful prat. A damned sexy prat, even. But what you didn't know was that I was a cunning prat, too. Because when you left the tent later that morning to use the campsite showers and I packed away the tent, I pulled that rock out of the ground and put it in my bag. I told myself I'd give it to you on one of our anniversaries, if we made it far enough. To remind you that I'll always be there for you, whether it's comfortable or not, whether it's good times or bad. I'll always be there for you, because you, Emma Louise Jessop, are the love of my life."

Emma's silence continued, only now her blushing was slightly less pronounced and her eyes awash with twinkling tears. She stared at Martin for just a few seconds longer and promptly enveloped him in a fierce hug, kissing his neck, cheeks and muzzle with impassioned ferocity. The collie could feel her shivering just like she had been that first night, but knew that this time it wasn't the temperature making Emma do so. He knew this not only because the kitchen was deliciously toasty, but because he was shivering a little himself, too.

"Happy anniversary, my love."

He whispered those words in her ear with such delicacy his own ears barely picked them up, then jerked backwards as Emma's head snapped up; eyes burning with sudden ferocity into his own.

"Martin... m-my Marty..."

The collie smiled, leaning forward to kiss Emma gently on the nose as she had to him a few minutes before. A split second later he felt a pair of hands on the back of his neck, growling as his muzzle became engaged in one of the most heated kisses it had possibly ever enjoyed the pleasure of sharing in. It lasted more than half a minute overall, but by that point Martin was so out of breath from the intensity that it felt like it may well have been an hour later! Emma wasn't short of breath though, quite the contrary in fact. It seemed that the words which escaped her soon after couldn't have left her muzzle fast enough.

"Come to bed with me, Marty..."

Beaming and blushing in equal measure, the collie allowed himself to be guided out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Playing innocent, he voiced a query.

"Is that where my present is, then?"

Emma's head turned, those savage, brilliant green eyes piercing the male to his very soul and rendering him weak at the knees.

"Oh you'll get your present. But first, let's see about that day in bed together, hmm?"

As a single entity the lovers ascended the stairs, Martin already grinding his crotch less than subtly across the curve of Emma's rear end. The vixen murmured happily as she felt the male's paws slip under her dressing gown, cupping her breasts in the warm pads of his hands and gently grazing the nipples with the lightest touch of his fingers. Martin knew that her breasts weren't all that sensitive to stimulation, but she still very much appreciated the tender affections he lavished upon them; allowing no part of her body to go unappreciated when he sought to please her. It was especially appreciated today, as without those tender touches to keep her going whilst they made their way slowly and steadily to the bedroom Emma didn't know if she would have been able to stop herself turning around and savaging the collie right there and then. After seeing what she'd seen, after seeing and hearing him open his heart so completely to her, Emma couldn't remember a time she'd been more attracted or simply turned on by her lover!

Half way along the upstairs hallway, they very nearly faltered. One moment the pair were shuffling forwards, Emma's hips growing progressively more attached to Martin's own as they bumped and ground their respective anatomy together, and the next the vixen was groaning in ecstasy as Martin grabbed her roughly around the waist and pressed her against the nearest wall. She cried out louder still as he growled, baring his teeth and promptly burying them in her neck. The love bite wasn't rough, not coming close to even breaking the skin, but it was still passionate enough to send twinges of physical pleasure rushing through Emma's loins. Her hips buckled, the vixen unable to collapse only thanks to her body being pressed so tightly up against the wall, and felt Martin's paws tugging at the fabric cord holding her dressing gown in place. A split second or two later and his paws were all over her crotch; touching, caressing, fondling. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming, squeezing her legs shut even though all she truly wanted to do was let him do as he wished with her body.

"M-Marty... take me to our bed. Take me there, t-then just take me. Love me..."

With one of the male's fingers poised upon her clitoris, ready, willing and more than able to start rubbing at his slightest whim, the vixen quivered as her lover seemed to consider this plea. She could feel her pulse racing, even her most intimate regions seeming to throb with the rapid rhythm of her body's blood flow. Worse still she could feel herself growing increasingly horny; that familiar sensation of lust which only reared its head where Martin was concerned beginning to lap at the sandy shores of her sanity. Already it was slowly eroding away her remaining restraint, and with every moment the collie's body lingered against her own Emma felt both its speed and efficiency increasing. What it really came down to was who could last longer; Emma with her burning clitoris, or Martin with his throbbing member pressed against the soft cheeks of her rear, still trapped in the confines of his boxer shorts.

Thankfully, either respect for Emma's desires or a simple wish to get things going the fastest way possible made Martin comply with the vixen's request. With a tender growl he pulled Emma away from the wall, releasing her crotch and grasping her instead by the paws. He pulled her hurriedly across to their bedroom, stepped through the door and promptly slammed it behind them. After that, there was nothing more to hold them back.

"Love me..."

Emma could barely hear herself as she uttered those two words again, trembling with anticipation as Martin pulled off her dressing gown and stared longingly at her naked body. She stared at him in return, the front of his boxer shorts tented to the extreme and his heaving chest still covered by the black t-shirt he tended to wear to bed in the more wintery months. Even clothed he was every bit as easy to lust after physically, his physique not thin, not toned or muscular outright, but perfect nonetheless. She knew every inch of his body, from the curve of his belly to the slight curve of his erection! She'd touched him in every way it was possible for a woman to touch a man, and a few ways that nature said it wasn't!

Yet still, in spite of all that lust and longing already boiling within her, Emma still found herself groaning in ecstasy as she saw Martin pull off his t-shirt. The vixen tossed her head, her long ebony locks flowing out wildly around her shoulders as her eyes sparkled hungrily. They locked on their target, gazing at the collie's crotch just as his paws hooked their thumbs around the waistband of his underwear. Emma licked her lips, one of her own paws drifting down between her legs and giving her clitoris that little tickle it had been denied in the hallway.

She moaned loudly, just in time to see Martin's shaft spring free from its containment and twitch eagerly at the sight of its female counterpart in pleasure. From there it was but a matter of seconds before Emma found herself forced down against the soft surface of her bed, though forced in this case was definitely not a bad thing. With her breasts and indeed her face all but buried in the thick duvet which kept them oh so cosy at night, the vixen groaned joyously as she was pinned down by the weight of her lover. She could feel him over her, feel Martin's own body shivering with enthusiasm as he prepared to deliver that first volatile thrust. His erection was poised at the base of her crotch, its tip all but stroking the nub of her clitoris. For a moment though, just a moment, the two of them paused. Though they could have begun at will, they took just one final moment to ready themselves; to enjoy the knowledge of what was about to take place between them.

"I do love you, Emma. So you be a good girl, and cum nice and hard... because I'm not going to stop until I'm certain that you're satisfied."

A jolt of pleasure ran through the vixen's treasure at that comment alone. She adored the odd occasion when Martin would break from his normally gentle demeanour and say something really dirty like that, still being a gentleman all the while of course! It added an extra spark to their already fiery passions, and however base a feeling... it made her feel hot! In all reality though Emma had little time to enjoy the after-effects of the comment, for it was just a handful of seconds later that the true pleasure of their physical intimacy hit home for the first time. Without warning, Martin's patience reached its limit. He thrust his hips sharply forward, driving every last one of his seven inches into Emma without hesitation.

The vixen shrieked in ecstasy as she was penetrated, clawing at the bedding beneath her as her lover in turn clawed lightly at her furred flanks. Part of her wished she could look into Martin's eyes as he began to make fast, furious love to her, but at the same time there was something wonderfully primal about being mated from behind like this. She couldn't see him, thus each thrust came as something of a surprise! Whether he drove himself home with haste or slowly and at leisure, she wouldn't know until it happened.

Martin knew this, and as a result did try to vary his speed and technique as much as their rampant and mutual need for pleasure would allow. He delighted in hearing Emma whimper as after fifteen seconds of fierce pounding his pace slowed to a crawl, his shaft sliding out of her tight, clutching depths oh so slowly and gently. The true joy came but a moment later though, when he resumed his former haste just in time to drive his erection home again and draw a frantic, pleasure stricken scream from the vixen's already breathless muzzle. There was no sound quite like it on this earth; ultimate, willing euphoria combined with the element of surprise!

Both fox and dog could have quite happily continued their lovemaking in this fashion for an eternity, but the downside of delivering such intense and potent pleasure in such a comparably small timeframe was that the furry form could only take so much. Emma was good in bed, but though it was far from the stereotypical view of even the most perfect relationship it was not her lover who found himself unable to keep up with his partner. If they made love passionately, but with some restraint, both could satisfy themselves and their lover in tandem without difficulty. Sometimes they'd spend just a few minutes locked in fevered union, and others they'd spend an hour kissing, murmuring and gently rocking back and forth against one another before the inevitable peak was reached. On this occasion though the sheer vigour with which Martin was mating her had proven incredibly effective in wearing her down. She was getting undeniably close to orgasm, and could tell that her lover wasn't quite at the same level of readiness as she was.

Emma knew in that moment that she had to do something. She had to pull out some trick or skill, some form of secret weapon with which to egg her lover on and ensure that they arrived at a climax in the same mutual fashion with which they had conducted the rest of their lovemaking.

"M-Martin, stop... p-please, just for a moment! Ahh, s-stop..."

That did it. It was a cruel tactic, one which could so easily have worked in reverse had their positions been swapped, but a perfect one given the situation. The moment Martin heard that plea, he was bound to obey no matter what his body might have told him. In an instant his arousal was therefore catapulted from intense to unbearable, the swift and sudden cessation of his pleasure an incalculable motive for his mind and body to crave a rapid, powerful orgasm! Thus he did stop, panting and whimpering as Emma laid her head down side-on against the bed and looked hungrily back over her shoulder at the collie.

"Come up onto the bed. You've already given so much this morning, I want to give a little back myself. I want to cum hard... just like you said. But I want you to do it with me. So get up here and lie back, because I want to make love to you my way."

Not another word was spoken, but both furs groaned in dismay as in fulfilling Emma's wishes the collie was forced to pull out of his lover. He made up for it by scrambling up onto the bed in record time, but rather than simply lying back and waiting for Emma to seize him opted for a more liberal take on her request. With a fierce growl, hunkered down on all fours with his glistening and throbbing member drooling pre-cum on the bed beneath him, Martin launched himself at Emma. The vixen yelped in delighted shock, the two of them tumbling over upon their large bed and taking great pleasure in getting as tangled up in one another's lips, limbs and other such appendages as possible.

After some ten seconds of this rough and ready play fighting, Emma straddled Martin, victorious. She glared down at him longingly from where she knelt above his belly, one paw already having woven its way down around her back and grasped the collie's swollen cock in her palm. From where the male was lying he could look down to see a full, no holds barred view of his lover's most intimate regions. Glistening, flushed pink amongst a sea of soft white fur, Emma's treasure was the summation of almost every intimate physical fantasy he had that didn't involve kissing her... and a few that did, in their own special way. He gawped and groaned as he stared at the soft, parted lips of her labia, at the deeper toned flesh within and especially at the glistening point of her clitoris. The sight alone would have been bad enough, but at the same time he had to deal with Emma gently masturbating him. Her paw couldn't stay still, it just had to slide down the length of the male's shaft to the still forming knot at its very base. And then, after all that, she just had to get that paw back up to where it came from... after a little squeeze or two, of course.

"I want you, Marty."

The collie whimpered loudly.

"Can I have you? Can I take you?"

Again, louder still, Martin whimpered. At long last, though only thirty or so seconds had passed since their genitalia had separated, Emma seemed to feel that her lover had taken all that he could of this playful yet quite genuine form of torture. At least as far as she was concerned, thirty seconds was far too long to be apart from the man she loved!

"Or maybe... just maybe, you should be the one to take me after all. I suppose it all depends. Maybe I never wanted to be on top... maybe I just wanted you to want it that little bit more."

The male's soft blue eyes widened in simultaneous realisation and a harmless, good humoured outrage. The kind of look that only lovers or the dearest of friends can share, which coveys utter contempt on the surface, but reflects only adoration and mirth underneath. His actions however were clear and unequivocal in the manner they were carried out. Just as he had pounced Emma before, so he did once again. Only this time, the collie had no intention of allowing himself to be pinned!

"Yes! Ohh god, Martin!"

The minute long gap in their lovemaking had done nothing to quell Emma's own burning desires, and thus as Martin threw himself upon her and physically dragged her hips up to meet his own her cry reflected the very same level of stimulation she had been experiencing before their little hiatus. Now on her back though, Emma was in a far better position to negotiate the terms of their encounter. In keeping with Martin's intentions she wrapped her legs firmly around his rear, moaning as she felt the base of his tail wagging furiously against the point just above where her ankles crossed. The moment her legs were locked, she applied the pressure which she knew would bring her lover home. Sure enough his hips dropped, and with a fresh cry from both of them the collie sank back into his mate's welcoming clutches.

Once inside, his erection safely stashed deep in Emma's most intimate reaches, Martin was finally able to explore the new, heightened limits of his desire. He began to pleasure both Emma and himself with rapid, forceful thrusts which came so thick and fast that the vixen swiftly found herself rendered breathless. He wasn't drawing back and driving deep like before, now barely removing half his member before plunging it back in to a fresh groan from his lover. If before he had been vigorous, now he was superhuman in his efforts! And yet Emma drank in every last drop of the fevered euphoria provided to her with relish, knowing all too well that the price she was paying would pay its own dividends when the time came. A time that was already drawing increasingly close at hand; more so with each pleasure stricken thrust!

"T-that was a... a c-cheap trick!"

From his position astride her, eyes glaring with such fire and lust down into the vixen's own, Martin growled at Emma. She might have been scared had he not kept thrusting all the while, and had his muzzle not been set in the most disarmingly playful grin.

"And I... ahhh... I fucking love you for it, tricky little vix..."

Leaning down close to Emma's face, somehow managing to maintain every last fraction of his momentum, the collie planted a gentle kiss on the female's nose. She craned her neck upward in an effort to secure that kiss with her lips, but he pulled back before she could even begin. Only then did Emma begin to see the desperation creeping into his features. The way his chest was rising and falling so very rapidly, the manner in which his twinkling eyes glazed over at any point when he didn't keep them in motion, even the tone of his voice now that she thought about it; slightly higher and more stretched than was usual, even in a situation as intensely sexual as this one.

Seconds later, Martin began to shudder. He let loose a savage groan, and all at once his arms gave way. Emma caught him as his torso fell against her own, his muzzle right next to her left ear and thus rendering her privy to the full range of gasps and subtle, barely audible words slipping out between each hastily drawn breath.

"O-oh god... Emma... love you... s-so much. More! C-can't... please... oh god..."

Clutching Emma as firmly as he could from his somewhat awkward stance, Martin used every bit of willpower that remained within him to continue thrusting; to propel Emma towards the orgasm she had sought to share with him through her teasing. Had he been aware of her own thoughts at the time though, the male would have realised that he had already succeeded in his ambitions the moment that the true extent of his arousal was revealed. The mere knowledge of his being close to climax set Emma afire, just as it always did, and thus she was rapidly brought up to the brink of orgasm by Martin's feverishly frantic mating.

Within her treasure the male's cock jerked sharply, straining against the vixen's walls whilst they sought to clamp down around it. His knot, swollen almost to its maximum, pounded at the entrance to Emma's most intimate regions, demanding to be let in. All roads seemed to be leading them towards an end; towards the gift that both of them longed to share with their partner time and time again. So, rather than fight or work their way towards it, the lovers simply let go and allowed their lust-ridden bodies to take over! They surrendered what little remained of their resolve, and threw themselves headlong into the embrace of pure pleasure.

"Ohh fuck! F-fuck!"

Martin whimpered into Emma's ear as his knot sank into the vixen's treasure, the sudden fierce pressure upon that bulb of sensitive nerves and blood vessels too much for his already tortured body to withstand. He felt his lover tense up against him as the knot slipped into her, heard her cry of pleasured shock as she was spread wide open by its girth, and promptly erupted with the full force of his orgasm.

Feeling the collie let loose his seed within her, no condom, no mention of one even having passed between them, Emma too gave in and let the wildfires of her climax engulf her body. Her inner walls trembled and clutched rhythmically around the shaft of her lover, both of them whimpering and groaning in absolute euphoria as they shared this wholly heavenly peak of their union. She clutched at his back, clawtips digging in without mercy in her efforts to be held that little bit tighter against his body. Martin didn't mind though, in fact he didn't even realise!

Any couple, or individual who enjoys their body for that matter could testify that a great orgasm has more than enough sway to make it the only thing to be concerned with in the moments while it is occurring. No more so was this true than just then, with Emma and Martin. It was their anniversary, a time when their love for one another was to be cherished and prized with even greater joy than was already the case day to day. To share such pleasure at such an already pleasurable time was an almost frighteningly intense experience. As they clung to one another and felt their juices mingling, felt their bodies boiling over with the pure adoration they knew for one another, neither one could have given thought to anything other than those orgasm fuelled sensations.

From the tips of their tails to their ears at the other end of their body, Emma and Martin burned with pleasure. The physical sensation was so overwhelmingly powerful that neither one could draw breath, and thus after the first few heated seconds of their combined orgasm the pair were reduced to near silence. They writhed and whimpered together, fingers clenching and eyes fighting to stay open, just to get the tiniest look at the face of their partner in ecstasy. All the while the physical source of their pleasures remained in constant motion, Martin's hips still bucking in a pleasure-induced reflex every second or so and Emma's passage still clamping down, milking the male for all he was worth.

So it continued in that same manner, with physical lust and heartfelt love united, for nearly twenty seconds. Each was an eternity in itself, and yet at the sum of those twenty seconds it felt like no time at all. Panting and gasping for air, the lovers lay entwined in one another. For almost two minutes no-one spoke, simply basking in the wake of their pleasure and relishing the sensation of being tied together by the male's knot. Even after that, the only sounds to escape the pair for some time was the gentle bump of lips against lips, the occasional soft smack of a little moisture or a soft murmur of tender affection as a tongue was offered and accepted between muzzles.

Indeed, a full fifteen minutes passed by before either fur felt sufficiently grounded to attempt speech. Even then it was done so reluctantly, the words spoken as though shameful that they could not be conveyed through kisses alone.

"You'd better not expect this to be a one off, Emmy."

Emma kissed Martin deeply, her lips lingering against his longer than their orgasm had endured, and then presented another pair upon the male's soft, white furred cheeks. She said nothing. Only her eyes sparkled curiously, betraying her desire to understand what Martin was telling her.

"Today. Me treating you like this... us being so especially intimate. I just... I don't understand why the anniversary has to be special like that. Why can't I treat you like this every day? Why can't we make love so freely every day? Sure we should treat our anniversaries as special, but... why treat the other days as any less special!"

This time it was Martin who initiated the kiss, and like the last it was as full bodied and lengthy as any climax the pair had ever shared.

"I want to love you like this every day. Not just in my heart, but out loud! I want the world to know that I'm your man, and that the only way they'll see a more loving couple than us today... is if they come and see us tomorrow."

Martin kissed Emma once again, though the manner in which she responded was so intense that she no doubt would have done the very same if not beaten to it. This time though the length of their intimate smooching went on beyond that of their orgasm, far beyond it in fact. For a minute the lovers' lips remained locked together, arms slowly wandering over the other's body and tails wagging and twitching in absolute rapture. A second passed without change, then a third. They parted only for the occasional breath, or a whispered I love you every now and then.

Some twelve minutes after that latest, marathon kiss began, the pair groaned softly as Martin raised his hips and his diminishing knot slipped out of Emma. With mobility slightly more on their side the couple slipped under the thick, warm blankets which until now they had been lying atop, and resumed their intimate cuddling. Lips met, paws danced here and there, and slowly the pair descended deeper and deeper into the covers of their bed until there was nothing more visible of them than a single shifting, murmuring mass beneath the thick blankets.

Downstairs on the kitchen countertop, Emma's necklace lay untouched and unworn. At the same time Martin's gift from Emma remained unopened underneath the very bed they were lying in. And yet, no matter how much joy either fur gleaned from their gifts on that day, it simply could not match up to the absolute euphoria that came from both giving and indeed receiving the simplest and most beautiful gift of all. A kiss.

By Jeeves