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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.

Love Is... A smile.

Martin collapsed atop his vulpine lover, rolling them gently over onto their sides and wrapping his arms around Emma's trembling torso. Both of them were panting heavily, their bodies still caught in the final throes of pleasure born through their love-making. The night had been long, heady and incredibly heated. They'd retired to the bedroom at eight that evening, and only now at what was almost half an hour past midnight were they finally and completely spent. Such was their passion for one another; unending and wholly unquenchable.

Now that they were at last worn-out though, not unwilling to pursue further sexual congress but quite simply unable to, it might have seemed to many like the night was over. Perhaps for some, and even for these two on some nights that might well have been the case. Not this night though. As the lovers lay silently together, embracing beneath the thick, cosy sheets of their bed and nuzzling fondly, Martin knew for sure that they weren't done yet. He looked to his lover, to his beautiful girlfriend, and she smiled warmly back at him. What a smile that was; what a smile! Martin loved that smile, both for how beautiful a sight it was and indeed for what it symbolised.

That smile told him Emma was happy, and seeing Emma happy was what the collie-dog lived for. Any time he could, Martin would try to make Emma smile. When they were snuggling downstairs he'd nuzzle into her neck, snuffling and smooching at the nape of her throat as the vixen squirmed and giggled. When they were in bed he'd give his all to make her entire body convulse in absolute pleasure, knowing that when it was over her face would be set in a giddy, pleasure-drunk grin that was among the cutest of all the expressions Emma's beautiful face produced! Even now, after the act and with that beautiful afterglow shining in his lover's flushed cheeks, Martin was already thinking up new ways to make the love of his life smile. It was an obsession, an addiction, and one which the male had absolutely no desire to fight!

"Mmm... you were wonderful Marty."

Caught off guard by his lover's murmured compliment, the collie flushed crimson. Emma saw this and promptly descended into a fit of giggling. She leaned over and kissed Martin tenderly upon the lips, the male responding in joyous kind. Muzzles opened and tongues slid forth from within as the kiss intensified, the pair shuffling closer beneath the duvet as their already intimate cuddle tightened. Martin's eyes widened slightly as the vixen's paws came to rest upon the cheeks of his rear, another giggle escaping through their lip-lock as his tail began to wag. His heart thundered against Emma's bare breasts while the corners of his own muzzle rose at the corners, realising at last what his girlfriend was doing.

"Crafty vixen... gods, I love you so much Emma."

Their kiss only broke for as long as it took for the collie to finish that sentence, then resumed with renewed intimacy. Emma was doing to him precisely what he was to her, trying to make him smile, to laugh, to match her happiness in every way. She really was an amazing woman, for that and a hundred thousand other reasons!

"I love you too, Marty. I... I love you too."

When the kiss broke that time though, something was different. Emma was smiling, but that smile had a strange, unsteady quality to it. Her eyes were what truly confirmed that which had just become apparent in the tone of her voice though. Normally bright and twinkling, they were now doing so to a new level. Like two flawless diamonds under a bright sun Emma's eyes sparkled with tears, and though her smile never truly waned she began to shudder with the emotion brought forth into the open by those shimmering droplets.

"Emma... oh, my Emmy, what is it?"

The vixen shook her head, opening her muzzle to speak but releasing nothing more than an emotive sob. She clutched Martin closer still to her body and buried her face in his chest, pulling the duvet up over them both and sealing them away from the world in their own little bubble of bedding. Once hidden away in darkness the vixen lifted her head once more, bringing a paw up to feel and fumble her way to Martin's lips before sending her lips back in to investigate. She kissed him five times over in quick succession, each one short and sharp, ending with a long and frustrated whimper at her own emotions.

"N-nothing's wrong, dammit! That's just it. I... I love you so much Marty. When I'm with you I'm so happy. So fucking happy I can't believe it! God, I'm such a sap... crying because I'm smitten with a guy who I know loves me too! You'd think I'd have gotten this out of my system by now, we have been together for more than two years after all!"

Martin said nothing, blown away not simply by what his lover had said to him but more immediately by his internal reaction to that emotionally driven outburst by Emma. Even now he was seeing it, seeing another Martin and another Emma standing in broad daylight before his eyes. Emma was crying, and still smiling. He meanwhile was holding her left paw in one hand and a small, velvet box in the other. The box was unmistakable. It was that box; the box all men in love thought of at one point or another, either with fear, anticipation or more commonly both. Out of nowhere, he was fantasising about nothing less than proposing to Emma; about telling her that he loved her too, and would for the rest of his life.

With a flourish of one arm, Martin threw back the bedding lying over himself and Emma, exposing them both from the waist up. He looked at the vixen; bare breasted, long black hair flowing free around her shoulders, eyes filled with tears, and smiling. His own eyes were a little damp by now, and as Emma noticed this her smile broadened considerably.

"I... I guess we're both saps, huh?"

As Martin nodded, a few tears ran down his glowing cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Emma's smile widened, and Martin matched it with his own. He gazed with newfound reverence at that incredible woman lying beside him. His girlfriend, his lover, and the one who one day, some day, he apparently wanted to marry.

Now that, he thought hopefully as they shared a new, gentle kiss, would make Emma smile.

By Jeeves