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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... Never letting go.

Lying in bed beside his girlfriend, Martin was wide awake. He was resting on his side, head placed comfortably on the pillow beneath it and eyes gazing, transfixed, at the vixen's peaceful face. Less than half an hour beforehand the collie had watched those same beautiful features contorting in pleasure above him, Emma yelping and whining savagely as she straddled his lap, bouncing hungrily upon Martin's then rampant erection. They'd made love like they were teenagers again; young, horny, relishing every lewd cry and fevered motion against one another like it was their first time! It had been amazing, and even now Martin was still feeling that warm, soothing afterglow which had spread through his body in the wake of his orgasm.

Now that it was over though, a new feeling was sweeping through the collie's steadily beating heart and restless mind. A strange sort of hope which made Martin want to throw himself upon his sleeping lover all over again and wrap her up in his arms, never to let go! He'd felt it before, more and more frequently over the last few months in fact, but never so strong as this. The feeling was so intense and powerful that it scared him; it made him fearful of what might happen to him if his hopes were to fall through! And yet the fear was somehow worth it, because Martin knew he wouldn't trade that desire bubbling deep within himself for anything in the world.

Reaching out towards Emma beneath the thick covers of their bed, Martin's right paw came to rst upon the soft, white furred belly of his girlfriend. The collie stroked his vixen's stomach gently, running his fingers through her fur and over the smooth flesh beneath it. Emma sighed softly in her sleep, a murmur of contentment, but did not show any real signs of waking. In fact if anything the soothing contact of that familiar paw against her flesh sent her into an even deeper, more fitful slumber than before.

"God, Emmy..."

Martin whispered to the vixen under his breath, terrified as he suddenly realised what he was about to admit out loud. The root of the fearful yet joyous feeling that was filling him up and keeping him awake was about to be uttered for all the world to hear, and he knew that once it had been spoken there would be absolutely no going back. Once it was said, it could not be _un_said. It would be real, and no matter what came after it the collie would never be able to look at his girlfriend in the same way again.

"...I want to have a kid with you."

Months had passed since Emma and Martin stopped using condoms, since the night they'd said that if one day Emma forgot to take her pill it wouldn't be a bad thing for either of them, and yet in all that time neither of them had addressed this fact. Martin had been afraid, just as any guy would be, and Emma... well, he didn't know, but the collie suspected that she was probably quite scared too. There was no step so big for a couple as bringing a child into the world. Marriage, a fight, an affair, all those things could end. But having a kid? That was a life-long commitment that you could not take back or shy away from!

And yet, that was precisely what Martin wanted for himself and Emma. He wanted something to bind them together not just for a lifetime, but for an eternity. He wanted to make their love blossom, far beyond just the two of them! That paw resting against Emma's belly was there for more than just affection; it was standing guard, protecting that portion of the vixen which Martin hoped would one day soon swell with the beginnings of new life. But even the collie's desire to have a child with Emma wasn't the entirety of his reasoning for feeling so protective and passionate towards her lately. It was all tied in with that reason, yes, but there was still far more to it. By having a kid with Emma, Martin knew that he was making an eternal commitment to both child and mother alike. A commitment to love and protect them; to honour and cherish Emma, to give his future son or daughter the best possible environment in which to grow up.

A commitment born of love, but forged in gold and diamond.

Tears filled Martin's eyes as he looked at Emma's beautiful face, and imagined her saying yes. He had to fight not to sob aloud with joy, even if it was just fantasy thus far. The fact that he was actually considering it; not as some vague plan for the future, but something that he could actually begin to plan for tomorrow if he so wished, made the collie tremble with emotion. He loved Emma so much, so goddamn much, and he was certain that he could continue to make her happy. Whatever it took, no matter the cost or time, he would do it!

There were the choices that defined a fur's life. The moment you decided you were ready to settle down; to start a family, and to ask the love of your life to marry you. For a long time Martin had known that he never wanted to lose Emma, and that he couldn't imagine his life without her. Before now those feelings had been confined to the background; a constant presence, but one like the ability to breathe. Always there, but rarely recognised for its vital importance in getting through the next minute, even the next second! Martin had been more concerned with showing Emma how much he cared for her right there and then than how he'd go about caring for her for the next fifty years.

It was an entirely new and radically different kind of love that filled his heart now. One fuelled by the same passion and excitement which filled him whenever he so much as thought of Emma, but which also sent the collie's mind reeling with new and wonderful visions of a distant but oddly familiar future.

He pictured two bodies, curled up on a couch together watching TV. They were holding hands, but made no effort to speak nor show any deeper affection as the show ran its course. They didn't need to show anything more than they were though, because their other half already knew it.

He saw their bedroom, only the two furs lying together under the covers were older now... much older. His black patched fur was greying, and time had worn Emma's features down to the immortally kind, tender expression which Martin always saw shining in her eyes. He was lying atop Emma, making slow, unhurried love to her whilst she gasped quietly beneath him. Time may have changed their bodies, but it hadn't tempered their feelings for one another in any devastating fashion. Whether they made love once a day or once a month, Martin knew that until they were incapable of doing so their passion for one another would never truly run dry.

Another moment later and he and Emma were standing beside another, younger couple. One of them was a lizard, a rather beautiful female gecko with brightly coloured scales. The other looked like... like a collie with one to many colours in its fur. Black, white and orange.

'Mum... Dad... me and Sienna are getting married.'

Martin snapped out of his daydream as Emma shifted in her sleep, rolling onto her side towards the collie and dislodging his paw from her belly. The male found tears in his eyes for the second time in just a few minutes, and sniffed happily as he wiped them away. He felt that if even a fraction of such a life was possible for he and his lover, he could die a happy man. A child, a life-long romance, these were the happily-ever-after's of life's true fairy tales. Martin knew that it couldn't be roses all the way from start to finish, no life was, but in his heart he did truly believe that such a happy ending could belong to himself and Emma if they worked at it hard enough.

The collie smiled fondly as Emma shifted again, rolling onto her other side in an attempt to get comfy and shivering slightly as her body moved away from the warm centre of the bed which she and Martin had occupied for the majority of the night thus far. He shuffled forwards, closer to the female's restless form, and draped one arm over her side. His stomach met with the small of her back, and his crotch brushed the curve of her buttocks as Martin spooned his lover in an attempt to warm her up again. Once more she murmured in contentment, and her soft shivers ebbed away until she was breathing deeply in her peaceful slumber once again.

Still smiling, Martin lay against his girlfriend's naked, sleeping body, and in another moment of impulsive romanticism kissed her on the back of the neck. She squirmed slightly, and her paws came to rest upon the arm wrapped around her, holding it in place.

"D-don't let go, Marty..."

She wasn't awake, not really, but for a moment the vixen was close enough to consciousness for Martin to feel her deliberately easing herself backwards, closer still to the warm, gentle embrace of his body. He squeezed her around the midriff, showing that his arm was still there, and she let slip a happy whimper. Then she was asleep again; properly asleep, his next tender kiss met by nothing more than a slight shiver of contentment running down the vixen's spine.

Martin meanwhile, far less confused than he had been half an hour beforehand but still awake nonetheless, drank in the sensation of Emma's body against his. He closed his eyes, allowing his sense of touch to experience every detail of their two bodies lying side by side. Every inch of fur, every curve, every twitch of her tail and breath to wash in and out of her lungs, Martin felt it all. All the while her sleepy, semi-conscious words rang in his ears over and over again.

Don't let go. Don't let go, Marty.

He held his girlfriend; the woman of his dreams, the love of his life, and whispered a single word in her ear.

"Never."

By Jeeves