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"You know," Andrew's low grumble washed over the couch, "if you keep lounging around without pants, I am going to get ideas." The grizzly bear's huge mitt arced down with all due speed to impact on Amelia's backside.

While he admired the ripples across the bobcat's spotted rump, she did her best not to spill her food. "I'll put on my pants when I'm good and ready!" Ears folded back as she hissed at the dispatcher. "Besides, my house my rules." Fucking hell, she wanted to grab her ass and rub it. There were times she was certain that Andrew didn't know his own strength. Except she knew that he knew exactly how strong he was. Fucker liked to use it against her too. She had her own weapons as well.

Andrew hummed as the bobcat wiggled her hips back and forth. Tail flicking up just a little to show off. "Well, true. Your house and all. So why did I wake up to an empty bed?"

"Simple, have you heard how loud you snore?"

"Fair enough. Scoot over so I can sit down." Amelia turned to let the big bear sit on the couch with her. He took a look at her meal and wrinkled his nose, "What's that?"

She perked her ear and looked down at the bowl, "Frito chili pie, with hot dogs."

He wrinkled his nose, "That's a horrible breakfast." The grizzly snorted and turned to look at the kitchen. Not that it was well stocked either, "Could make something maybe..."

Only to fall silent as a chili bean plunked on his nose, "Breakfast isn't until later, Big guy. This is dinner, or at very worst, linner." She stopped to think about that one for a second before nodding. Yeah, sounded good to her. "So yeah. Perfectly acceptable for me to snack down on some chili and even have a brew. Just one, before shift." Though there wasn't a beer in the house, so she'd settled for a soda. She fixed him with a look and took a long, hard draw off the soda. Just had to make sure she slurped that extra bit louder.

Not that it phased Andrew. "Well, you could have more than one if you wanted." He caught her look and perked his ears in return. The big bear yawned, stretched, and scratched his belly. "I have to get on shift in..." he glanced at the clock, "An hour. You're scheduled for off days."

Amelia blinked, mouth full of a crunchy, meaty bite. "Oh schiff," she spat the curse out before swallowing. "Shit, you're right. Night shift keeps fucking with me." The bobcat arched with a triumphantly pleased groan, "Couple days of R and R." Her arch turned into a wide yawn. Jaws stretching so wide as her lips curled back and tongue stuck out.

Andrew found himself amazed at just how far her mouth could open. Then again, he knew how well her big mouth could back itself up. Although the image became a little less sexy as she let out a thundering belch. "Impressive."

"Eh," she dropped back, "at least a six." She jabbed at her meal with a low hum. "Well, that does free me up for some things tonight." Her ear twitched towards her phone in thought. What day of the week was it? She swept her phone up and checked. Thursday. Yeah, hard to keep track of the days when you kept all the windows blacked out.

The bear sighed and flopped back, scratching his broad belly. "So, what are your plans then?" He perked an ear towards her.

"Well, got season two of that show to catch up on. The one with the bounty hunter and all that." She waved her beer around, "Or just veg out with whatever videos I can dig out. You know, do as little as I can because I am a responsible adult."

Andrew started to look towards the open bedroom door and her overflowing hamper. "Don't you dare look back there!" she cut him off before he could grumble something. Not her fault the washer had been out, and that her bed had been covered in clothing when he got there. Well, maybe it was her fault. She still scored bonus adulting points for being a good cop.

That's her excuse and she's sticking to it.

"Yeah well," he grunted and heaved himself to a standing position. "I need some breakfast, and it's way too early for chili." The bear's gaze dropped to Amelia's rear as she wiggled it. "Or fish tacos, despite how tempted that is." He licked over his lips, showing off that long, grizzly tongue of his. "Besides, you about killed me last night." He watched, waiting for when she sat her beer down. The large mitt lifted, "Demanding cat," and came down with a crack that made her slide on the couch.

"YEEEOW! MOTHERFUCKER!" The bobcat leapt over the couch and chased after the bear.

With Andrew properly punished and sent to work, there wasn't much for Amelia to do. So she lay on her couch, flipping through the seemingly endless stream of recommended videos. Just as she was about to refresh the feed for the third time, her phone began to ring. "Reeeerrrg," she groaned and rolled over on the couch. Her personal phone, good.

"Floyd's Roadkill cafe, we grill what's on your grill!"

Silence.

Then a deeper, hesitant voice, "Um, is this Deputy Amelia Cox?"

She froze and double checked. Yeah, this was her personal phone. Meaning that someone was probably trying to get out of a ticket again. Probably mom. "Yeah," she sat up and straightened her back to sound more official. "Sorry, it's my off day and wasn't expecting business calls on this line."

A low chuckle, "No worries, was just making sure I didn't have the wrong number." A sigh, "I hate to bother you on your off day, Deputy, but we have a perp who says they know you."

In the distance, "Yo, AMY!"

There was that sinking feeling. She sighed and slumped forward, "Tell me, is this perp in his late teens, lanky, wild dog mix, with a bad attitude?"

"So you know him?"

"Eyep," she brushed aside her food and reached for her ever present pad, "Give me an address." Great, this meant she had to put on pants.

Amelia walked into the police station, wearing her best clean clothes. Which meant the jeans were only a little shredded and her tee was only two sizes too big. Though her bomber jacket did a great job of hiding that. She looked around with perked ears. "Can I help you?" the Front Counter asked.

"Yeah," she sighed at the Shepard, "Looking for Officer Woods."

The neatly pressed Sargent gave her a look before leaning back, "Woods. Think your Deputy is here."

A hand lifted from beyond the wall, "Send her back, Jeff."

The Front Counter dismissed her with a wave, but she could feel his eye on her as she entered the bullpen.

Woods, as it turned out, was a truly massive bison, made seem all that much larger by the desk he was hunched at. He stood up as she rounded and held his hand out, "Deputy Cox, I presume? Sargent Zachary Woods."

"Amelia Cox," she took his hand and gave him a firm shake. Then let her gaze wander over the very resentful looking mutt cuffed to a chair. Damien had been giving the bison the stink eye, but averted his gaze when he caught Amelia's eye. She gave him her own glare and crossed her arms. Damien did his best to look anywhere but her as he sunk further into the seat.

"Huh," Woods grunted, "Pretty fucking impressive. Hadn't gotten anything but lip from this one, then you cow him with a look." He chuffed a laugh and shifted. Office chair groaning under his bulk, "You his mom or something?"

She straightened her back, "Mentor, more like. We're from a real small town, Sheriff decided to try something new to keep folks like him out of jail. He's the lucky one to get paired with me." Amelia crossed her arms slowly and narrowed her eyes. Her tail twitched behind her. The bobcat sniffed. Didn't smell smoke but there was a hint of booze, which started to narrow it down. "So what'd he do?"

Woods tapped his pad, "Well, caught him fighting with some locals. They got taken care of already, sorted and sent home. No one is pressing charges," he gazed down at Damien, "not that we can get a word out of anyone about what happened. Tried to get a hold of his parents, but no one answered. So asked for another number and..." he pointed the pen towards her, "that's where you come in." The bison sighed and looked over his paperwork. "I know he's got a record, but I'd rather not throw a kid in a cell until..." He let the 'until his father calls' hang there, unsaid.

"Yeah," she sighed, "yeah." The bobcat rolled her shoulders, "I know it's not exactly procedure, but can get him home. His pop's one of those," she waved hand, "big business types. Probably in Europe or something right now." She glanced towards Damien, "And I'll make sure that he answers his phone if you need him. Right?"

Damien's ears all but vanished into his grungy hair, "Yeah..." Amelia crossed her arms and frowned. "Yes, Officer."

A deeper sigh, "Yeah, alright." Woods glanced at his watch, "Just need you to sign some papers, and..." He pushed them towards Amelia. The bobcat heaved a sigh, rolled her eyes, and started to sign. Prisoner transfer papers basically. Damien was being released into her custody to be taken home and that was it. Bare minimum of work. The papers would probably get filed and forgotten. Though it would probably save her from any awkward questions. If it got back to the station, folks would wonder why she went a couple hours out of her way to save the town shit.

"That everything?" she perked an ear towards Woods.

"Looks like," he sighed, groaned, and undid Damien's cuffs. "Alright, you're free to go with her."

Damien sneered up at the bison, "Could've saved me trouble and called an uber, or..." he caught the look Amelia was giving him from behind the large officer. "Whatever," he trailed off. The African Wild Dog mix stood up, towering over the bobcat.

She gave him the side eye, "Alright, out to the car." Amelia waved, "I don't want to taze you more than I have to." To prove her point, she half-pulled a stun gun and grinned wickedly. Damien blanched at the sight of that black and yellow case, but Woods chuckled.

Damien pinned his ears back, gave her a look, "What took you so long? Had to roll through your clothes for something clean, Dep?" Of course he had to try and get that snipe in. So she just pulled the stun gun and let it crack a bit. "Okay, jeez!" Shoulders slumped as the rich mutt slunk out of the pen, "I'm going. Don't waste the batteries, need them for your other toys."

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Again, thank you, Officer. Have a safe one."

Damien waited by the car, back to Amelia. She rolled her eyes and triggered the key, watching as the teen hurried into the car and slammed the door. Well, that was certainly different. He was usually moody, but he generally tried to poke at her more. Even the couple remarks back in the station were only half-assed. They lacked his usual vim and vigor. Rather than press him on it, she went around to the driver's seat of her truck and hopped in.

He was utterly silent, staring out the window as they drove. Not even a single utterance about her taste in music. Which was a soft ball usually. Especially once Garth game on for a couple songs before getting shuffled to something else.

Work it like a cop, she chided herself. If he won't walk, then just keep working it until she could figure out what was bothering him. First, start with the obvious. Well the obvious was that he was upset with his dad. Ask anyone in town and it was pretty clear that Victor wasn't the biggest fan of his own son. Sure, he kept the kid out of trouble, but pretty clear he was beyond caring. Funny, spend all the time and effort of practically erasing Damien's mother from the picture. Amelia had gotten curious and poked around. Couldn't find any traced of who his mom might be. Though from his height and some of his coloration, she'd say maned wolf. Didn't narrow it down though, since she didn't know any maned wolves.

Although Victor half-abandoning his son wasn't anything new. He was always out on some business or the other. Everyone in town knew that Damien was practically raised by his father's staff. Spoiled rich kid who really only answered to people that were on payroll? Didn't have to go to school cause he had tutors? Tutors that were, once again, more interested in a paycheck than raising the kid?

It'd been a few weeks since her 'encounter' with Damien. Back when she had him cuffed and teased him him in the back of her squad car. They'd had a few more sessions like that and she'd learned more about him. Amazing how easy it was to get a guy talking once his pants were down. Admittedly, not her proudest moment, but it was insightful to get another side of him. Each time they met up, she'd lay down some more rules and then reward him. Stick and carrot deal.

They'd planned on meeting up after he got back from his holiday trip. If he'd behaved, and she believed him, then she'd reward him. If not, well then she could always blue ball him. That'd worked wonders when he thought he could just booty call her.

"So," she broke the silence after a good half-hour or so of driving. Damien kept staring out the window, but his ear twitched towards her. "Want to tell me why I drove two hours to come pick you up?" His ear twitched, mouth opened, then nothing. "Hey, you don't have to talk. Won't stop me from getting Taco Bell or something then locking the windows."

Nose wrinkled, "That's fucking nasty."

Amelia pulled a face back at him, "So he can speak. Well, are you going to talk?"

"About what?"

She held up a hand and began to count off. "Why I got the call to get you. Why your dad isn't answering. Why did you start shit with someone. Who is going to pay for my gas. Why you smell like booze. Should I go on? I've got more questions."

Damien leaned over and tossed his wallet towards Amelia, "There's your gas money." He huffed and crossed his arms, looking away from the bobcat.

"Not even a comment about paying for a blowie?" She took the wallet and put it on the dash for later. "I'm actually a little surprised." Keep looking casual, she reminded herself, _You know how Damien can spook._It was a fine line to walk between challenging him and pissing him off. Sway too far either way and he'd clam up. "Though maybe you'd gotten your rocks off already."

He didn't turn from the window and just rolled his shoulders in a shrug.

She wrinkled her nose, "Don't give me that. Once you got your fingers wet, you quickly started to show off your stud-itude." This time she got a snort from him, but she saw the beginnings of a smile. Just a little twitch that showed off in the barest lights coming from the dash.

Though the smile didn't last long. Damien kept his gaze out the window as he muttered something. "What was that?" She perked an ear towards him.

He huffed, "I didn't fuck them. The girls that were out there." An ear twitched, "Plenty wanted it though. Dad always warned..." he trailed off and sighed. That deep sigh that could only come from someone facing the end of, legal, minority; or someone that listened to a bit too much My Chemical Romance. Which naturally, lead to thoughts of Damien going full goth. Nah, she couldn't think get her mind off him looking like Richard from that comedy.

Damien's ears twitched, "Well... you fucking know. Reg says that dad cares and doesn't want me repeating his mistake." A snort, "Yeah, big fucking mistake." His ears folded back as he sighed. Amelia could practically read the thought, That's all I am, but didn't say anything. Funny thing about counciling someone was knowing when to shut up.

"Your dad's a rich asshole." Commenting helped too. Helped that it was true. Damien was supposed to be spending some time with his dad, but sounded like Victor Skylocke had just left his son to the wolves.

"But yeah," he wiped at his face with the back of a sleeve, "bitches didn't like it. Started trying twice as hard. Practically ready to rip my fucking pants off. Just sitting there, pawing at me while the others..." he shivered quietly and huffed. "Not that any of them were any good. Brett started fucking one. They went to a room, but might as well have been right there. She was loud enough everyone to hear, but that was it."

Amelia snorted, "Yeah, no fun to just dead fish. Though bet Brett didn't care."

"Nah," Damien chuff-laughed, "He got somewhere to stick his dick for a minute. Fucker barely lasted that even. Just lots of grunting, asking if she liked it, and her yowling what a stud he was." He growled quietly, "Came out, zipped his pants up, and asked why I hadn't gotten any. Told him I wasn't feeling it." Damien's voice dropped to that duller tone everyone used to mock people they felt were stupid; "Wut, are you gay or sumthing?" Damien's ears twitched again, "Tried to ignore him, like you'd said, brush it off. Cept he wouldn't drop it, then the girls got involved..."

"So who threw the first punch?" Amelia glanced at him, "You didn't, did you?" A head shake. Good. "Did you goad him into throwing the first?" The barest twitch of an ear before he shrugged.

Her sigh was enough to make Damien stiffen, "I tried that de-escalator thing, but it's hard."

Naturally, she wanted to correct him, but it was her turn to shrug. "It's a pain in the ass, believe me. Some fuckers just want to fight. So what happened?"

Damien responded to her shrug with one of his own. "He threw a punch, I threw one back. Girl screamed, then everyone kinda piled in. His bros tried to get a few hits. Buds I had there tried to get in..." His ears perked, "Fuck... Peanut's up there."

"We both know that Peanut can take care of himself."

Silence. A few seconds of silence before Damien burst out laughing. "He is good at that. Fucker can run when he gets it in his head." The mutt snickered and leaned forward, "Faster than the speed of light. 'Specially those blue lights." He snorted with his laugh then leaned against the window, staring out of it. Tail thumping quietly behind him as he sighed, "Should call him, but... fuck it. I'll do it later."

Damien fell silent again. Amelia keeping up her end of the silence. Just waiting to see if he'd continue the conversation. She didn't mind the quiet. Hell, had to put up with it for hours on end during shift. Took a special set of skills to be utterly bored for hours on end then have the occasional bursts of excitement.

"You know," she started up after several minutes. "Should've asked if you wanted to go back to the lodge or wherever you were."

He shrugged, "I was planning on bailing anyway. Pops already gave his presents then left to handle something," Damien waved his hand, "somewhere. Said he'd be back in a couple days. Pretty fucking boring up there. Just skiing and shit like that. Nothing I couldn't do at home, just without..." he stopped himself short. Pinned his ears back, and waved it off. "other friends out there. Peanut will go back to his folks, and they'll be back. Fuck, I was already talking about catching a ride back home. Saved me the trip."

"Well, happy to be your driver." She leaned against the driver's door and stifled a yawn, "Make sure to leave me a five star rating."

Minutes ticked by as the miles stretched out. Damien had taken out his phone to fire off a few messages. Likely to his moose buddy to let him know whatever. Maybe a message to his dad. Who knew. She didn't want to go prying into his phone without asking. If she came out and ask he might refuse, or he might turn it over to her. Though that if he did, that'd feel a bit odd from him. Damien was a bundle of angst wrapped around a spoiled brat. Thankfully, the brat part had been melting away as she worked on him. Just giving some boundaries and rules for him to follow. All without getting hard and yelling at him.

She hummed quietly to herself, "So, nothing happening there worth sticking around for?"

Damien's ear twitched, then he perked as he twisted to sniff at himself. "Ah shit!" He looked at her and pinned his ears back, "I wasn't drinking, I swear. Some were there, but when the fight started..." Someone must've thrown something or we knocked it over, or..." This wasn't the usual Damien. Not the snarky, spoiled brat that was always ready to talk back. He sounded like he was worried about what she thought. Interesting.

Okay, so let him off the hook a little. "I know how it is getting in fight with rowdy drunks. Can't count the times I broke something up. Then ended up showering at the station cause I reeked of booze." Fingers combed through her hair as she thought, "Least I don't gotta fill out paperwork this time. That's always a nightmare." She straightened up and put on her professional voice, "Yes, I broke up a fight at Bill's Bar. At which time I had exactly sixteen ounces of beer, three ounces of jager, and one poorly made martini poured on me. I believe the beer was skunked as well. Must be home brew."

That got a snorting laugh from Damien. Seemingly relieved, he resumed his slouch in her seat. He seemed content to just ride out the rest of the trip in silence. So she allowed him a few minutes of easy riding. Let him think that he was safe. Allow him to relax some before she dropped the big one. Always fun to judge these things. Couldn't let it wait too long or the topic might change. Too soon and it wouldn't have the same impact.

"So, those other gals not doing it for ya?"

Ah the look he shot her was priceless. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he bolted up. Then tried to look innocent. "Psst," he attempted to brush it off. "Just... you know." He turned his attention to the window and muttered, "If they're just gonna yowl and lay there, I might as well watch porn and jerk it. You know. Just... not interested in getting off to get off."

It was hard to hide her smirk. She knew what he meant too well. Funny how getting good at sex meant taking on the tag of slut. At least for women. Whereas guys got called a stud or some stupid shit like that. Sure, she'd fucked more than her share of guys. Part of why she'd gotten the nickname Cocksucking Queen in high school. She figured out what she liked. Guys figured out she was damned good at it. Then they wanted it. Plus the bitches back then, and even now, weren't that imaginative. Really though? Going from Cox to Cocksucker? Show some imagination.

She rolled her head, "So, what you're saying is that you like a girl who lets you know what she likes; but doesn't porn scream. One who does more than the bare minimum. Someone that won't try to hoe it up, but will still..." Her hand slipped over the armrest and landed right on his lap. "Reach out and grab it."

Damien wanted to both yelp and jerk away, but press into it. He settled for a yowling noise as he thrashed in the seat. She cackled and pulled her hand away. The mutt huffed and pinned his ears back, slumping in his seat and planting his knees against her dash. Despite his noises of protest, she could see his hand dip down. The canine trying to hide how he was having to adjust himself.

Little tease then back off. Just take her time, they had a bit of a drive left. "So," she purred, "where do you want me to drop you off?"

He shrugged, giving her the stink eye when he thought she wasn't looking. "Can just drop me at home." Chin found its way to his palm as he stared out the window. "I got my keys and shit." Though he'd likely be alone in the house. Most of the staff were either at their homes, or had traveled with the Skylockes. How'd she know? Well, part of the patrol was to check their house. Benefit of helping the sheriff get elected.

"This late?" she chuffed, "Well if that's what you want."

Damien grunted. Then she could see the gears turning in his head. Hell, she could practically hear them grinding to a halt. "Why do you ask?" His question came slowly, each word drawn out and offered with caution. Could almost imagine the effort he was taking to reach out of his self-imposed shell.

She shrugged and kept her tone casual. "Well, thought maybe you might like a house that won't take hours to warm up." The bobcat nodded out to the snow. "I mean, pretty sure they kept the heat on, but it's gotta be cranked down." She scratched her cheek and let her hand fall to the armrest. "Not much food, but pretty sure could pick up something."

His ears perked slowly, "Wait. Hold on a second. Inviting me to your house? Not the mill?"

Amelia snorted, "Well, you fucking stink. So unless you want to shower under the hose, doesn't leave us lots of options." As it turned out, Damien had a bit of a DYI streak, or at least he knew someone that did. He'd rigged up a small solar for some lights, and somehow rigged up a little rain barrel. Wasn't much in the way of comfort, and showers were fucking cold.

The rich boy shivered, "Well, um... your place I guess?"

Despite his blasé tone, she could hear his tail thumping a bit. Amelia smirked, "Alright, but you'd better temper your expectations." It was her turn to let her ears fold back a bit, "Don't live in the greatest place per say, but it's home."

Now that had him curious. Damien sat up a bit more and looked at her. "Well, I don't think you'd be in an apartment. Don't seem the type. Certainly not the townhomes either... Dad's still coaxing new people there. As well as the sub-division." Now it was a game, something he could sit and figure out. All while she sat there and snuck her hand closer. "Hmm, so where could...ahh..." Damien's hips jumped again as Amelia's hand found its way to his lap. The bobcat distracting him from his questions with a slow rub.

As predicted, it was easily enough to get him distracted. Damien's nose flared as his breathing picked up. Growing heavier even as her claws casually scraped over his lap. She traced over and around his bulge with slow, wandering fingers. He started to reach for his belt buckle, but she gave his hand a light swat. Just hard enough to make him pull away. "Nah uh," she almost purred, "gonna have to wait for it."

His ears pinned back with a whine, but he didn't complain. In the short time she'd been 'mentoring' him, they'd learned a lot. She learned what motivated him, and what was getting him to open more. Meanwhile, he learned not to complain or she'd make him wait.

Though it was still fun to make him wait just because. Not that they were far from her house. "Tuck a hoodie around yourself or something. Make sure to cover your face." Damien perked his ears at her. "What? I'm gonna grab some drive-thru. Do you want someone to call your dad and ask why you're in my truck?"

"Fuck my dad," but even with that, he pulled his hood up and curled in the passenger seat. Doing his best to act like he'd been napping. Wasn't long before she heard his breathing soften. Then the quiet snort of his half-snores. Must have had a long day. Well, hard to know when he woke up, though it was pretty late now. Late for most folk, she was a night owl and Damien seemed to be as well.

A quick detour netted them some food. Then a jaunt out to her place. Damien was still dozing when she pulled her truck up the drive. Not for long though, since she 'accidentally' hit a bump that jostled him.

Thunk. "Fuck!"

She did all she could to keep the smile off. "Sorry. Didn't see that in the dark. We're here." Amelia pulled up into the leaning car port and threw her truck in park.

Here was a cabin out in the woods. Not quiet full horror movie cliché style cabin. Hard to be with the array of solar lights leading from the car park up to the door. Not to mention the lights strung in the windows and the tree that sat in one, the branches a constantly shifting array of colors. The only other signs of civilization was the wires that stretched down the gravel driveway and into the distance. "Ain't much, but it's home." Truck doors creaked as she slipped out and made for the door.

"You're right," Damien muttered quietly. "Didn't figure you'd be the type to live in Hillbilly house." His hands went to his pockets, "Please tell me you ran offall the murderous hicks."

Amelia snorted, "Please, how do you think I got this place?" She flashed a grin as she unlocked the doors, "And they'll never find the bodies either. Muhahaha." Her grin widened as she stepped in and flicked on the lights. The cabin's interior was about as plain as the exterior. Main room blended into the kitchen. Open doors lead to the bedrooms, and a bathroom. Which she waved her hand towards, "Go shower. Towels are on the rack by the shower. Don't stay in there too long, water heater's only so big." Getting it replaced was on her to-do list. Though it was pretty low on it, until it gave out on her that is.

Hemuttered under his breath, but slunk to the shower. The bags of greasy food and drink tray found their way to the low coffee table before the clearance special couch. Yeah, nothing fancy out here, but it was all hers. She stretched, groaned, and perked an ear as the shower started up. A smile crawled over her features as she hummed to herself. Thoughts starting to form.

Damien didn't know where to put his clothes, so he just left them on the bathroom floor. Place was tiny, with one of those shower/tub deals. Faded paint, big mirror over a cheap sink, greenish tiles, nothing really impressive. Same with the tub. All plastic interior, a bit faded and stained from countless years of use. Not dirty though, just well-used. Bottles of fur wash lined the wall, along with a sizable dildo stuck high on the shower wall. Too high for the shorter bobcat, since it was near the top. Unless she liked to climb and practice giving head? He chuckled, cranked the water on, and jerked as the pipes rattled. "They do that," Amelia called from the main room. "Give them a second."

Once the pipes stopped their rattling, he adjust the temp and hopped in. What did she have in there? No high end brands, but they smelled alright. Which was her favorite though? He put on his detective hat and started judging each by weight and scent. Trying to match them with what he'd smelled on the bobcat before.

"The rose hips is my favorite." Damien jumped, fumbling with the bottle. Amelia's arm snaked around him from behind. "Though you might like the cedar one more." The naked bobcat grinned up at him. "What? Don't think I know when a guy is snooping about my stuff?"

Ears shot up as he stammered, "I wasn't snooping, just... getting ready to shower. Didn't want anything that smelled too..." He bit his lip as her hand slid down and gripped his bare sheath. Arousal shot through him, making the wild dog/maned wolf hybrid gasp. There was something about Amelia's touch. Something in the way she grabbed him, firmly yet with a softness to it. It was so unlike the clumsy, ham-handed approach the other girls had been using. Sure, the girls at the party had gotten him hard, but they hadn't excited him like this. Amelia took his breath away as she stroked him.

Breasts pressed to his back as she purred, "What? Too girly? Do I look like someone that'd keep the expensive stuff out here? Nah, I got that shit hidden." She bumped his body gently. "Plain greenish bottle there. Give it a sniff."

It was already difficult to focus with her hands stroking him. Getting harder by the second too. He shuddered, shivered, and grabbed the bottle. "Yeah, smells... pretty good." Not bad. Wood, a little mint, clean and simple. He did his best to lather up and act like this was natural and normal. Not made any easier by Amelia's roaming hands. "Can't imagine you being girly and," he shrugged, "shit like that."

Her hand dipped to give his sac a squeeze, "I'll only take that s a half-insult. Gotta think about what you say, especially when I've got you by the balls." The bobcat laughed, "I mean, never been into that shit either. Doesn't mean I don't like getting all fancied up now and then." Even if 'fancy' meant just getting dolled up and going to the city. "Now give me a squirt," she held her hand out.

"Phrasing." Another playful squeeze, "Alright, jeez. Hold your horses."

She grinned as she felt some of the soap drip into her hand, "You're not that big." Amelia leaned back and began to scrub his back, "Besides, horses are overrated. Sure, they're big and thick, but a couple thrusts and they're done." She extended her claws just a little and worked them against Damien's back, really scrubbing in there.

Foot thumped against the tub a little before Damien got control of himself. "Then what about," he nodded up at the dildo.

"Tequila, superglue, and Deputy Brady was involved in that. He claims it's life-sized."

Damien blinked up at the dark toy that hung there ominously. Certainly looked like it might have belonged to the draft horse. If it did, damn.

"Wait, claimed?"

Amelia grinned, "Well, can't tell you all my secrets. Now turn around so I can do your front."

He was still thinking about that dangling dong as he turned. His attention darting from the toy to the bobcat as she started to scrub his abs and front. Her little purrs keeping his focus as she scrubbed him and hummed to some song. Rear bumping and hips swaying with the beat. He had a moment to appreciate her.

Their first encounter had been a bit rushed and frantic. She was shorter than he was, lot of folks were. But she was shockingly solidly built. Pair that with her general attitude and there was a gentle hardness about her that was unlike anything he'd seen. Since that first night, he'd had a better chance to see her. The bobcat exposing herself to him as encouragement. Letting him freely feel up her breasts, taste her, and more. Yet even those meetups had been fairly casual. Now? He felt like he could really appreciate her build now. Those wider hips, sweeping curves, solidly built muscle, and more.

Amelia glanced up and saw Damien staring at her as he half-scrubbed his own fur. She could see him thinking again and smiled. Just what was going through his mind, she wondered. Comparing her to other girls? No, his gaze wandered too much for that. He was admiring her. And not in that Ha I tapped that way, but in a way that seemed like he wanted to memorize every inch of her.

Now that worried her a little.

When she'd ridden him a while back, she'd meant to shock him into listening. It had worked. Maybe too well. Now here they were, him hard as a rock, and her scrubbing him down. He was nearly a legal adult, yet he'd been wrapped up in the shell of Damien too long. She'd helped him crack that, but she had a feeling she was one of the only people that had ever seen him like this.

"Rinse off," she gave his chest a pat and stepped back.

Damien blinked, "Huh?" The canine looked from her down to his erection and back. "What? Thought we were gonna like... have some shower sex or something?" Despite his protests, he started to turn and scrub the suds out of his fur.

"Ever have shower sex?" He shook his head. "Thought not. It's less romantic than it seems, especially when you're in a small shower like this. Need some good handholds for it to be decent. Plus knotting makes it awkward to move." She winked and hopped out, "Plus we've got food." A quick rub down with a towel had her dry. He'd shielded her from most of the spray. "Times about up on the hot water too."

Sure enough, the water quickly became icy as she wandered out of the room. Damien hurriedly scrubbed himself off and pressed what water he could from his thick mane. Out of the shower, dry off, and then stare at his clothes. Or lack thereof. Well, they smelled anyway.

Wandering into the living room, he froze and perked both ears. Amelia lay on the couch with a wide grin on her maw. The bobcat was tucked against the armrest, both legs pulled up towards her chest, and her fingers framing her slit. "Told you the water gets cold." She flashed a grin at him and licked her lips. "Well, let's take care of something before we get down to eating." That grin widened, "Unless you want to eat."

He licked his lips and practically dove over the couch. Bobcat yowling a laugh as the canine pressed hands to both thighs. Warm breath puffed against her pussy. His tongue swept over her a second later, drawing a moan from the feline. She arched, huffed, and narrowed her eyes with a purr as he kept licking. Tongue slapped over her folds, spreading them more with each lick. Amelia's hips arched and rolled her hips with a groan, letting the noise roll around her throat with a growl.

Damien's tail waved behind him as he feasted on bobcat. Her scent, ready and wet, filled his nostrils. Oh fuck, she smelled so good. If he hadn't already been hard as rock, he would be now. Just a few laps and he was ready to mount up. Which he happily did and Amelia just rowled at him and draped her arms around his neck, "Eager?"

"You know I fucking am." The taller male pressed down against her. Amelia let her legs relax and press to his chest as his pointed cock came down. Chiseled tip nudged her entrance before... "Ahh fuck," he gasped as he pushed in.

Nearly a week on vacation, with nothing but his hand, teased and taunted by the girls. Then the shower tease? He wasn't going to hold back. The rich mutt readily bracing his hands on the couch and hammering down into her. His sac clapping off her backside as he huffed. Tongue rolling from his maw as he worked himself up within seconds. Body gladly hammering hers with quick, shallow thrusts. Pounds which she met with rocks and bucks. Legs pressed to his chest, leveraging herself against the couch to really give as good as she got.

Low yowls and savage growls filled the air as she rolled against him. Hissed encouragements only driving the wild dog that much harder. Damien groaned, fighting the urge to just fuck until he blew. Which would be disappointing to her, and he didn't want that. No, he wanted to hear and feel her pleasure. He longed to know that he was good enough to make her climax.

Wedging his head between her legs, the canine dug in and let his tongue lash against her breasts. The bobcat arched, gasping as she exposed herself to him. Yet at the same time, she tightened her legs just a bit. Working the dual purpose of making herself that much tighter around him, while also keeping his maw at bay. Damien tried to growl, but it was hard to when he was panting so happily. He twisted and squirmed atop her, eventually diving down. His maw practically engulfing one breast to slobber on it. Tongue pressed her teat flat and made it spring up. All while his teeth scraped her soft flesh.

A hand came up to grab his hair, pulling his maw down. She arched and growled at him. Driving herself back and down into his lap. "Go ahead and cum," came the low hiss, "You've earned one quick one, but tonight..." Her words trailed off into a growl as she bit the ear.

Oh fuck.

Damien couldn't help but pick up his pace. Her words sank their teeth into him just like her teeth were digging into his ear. The mutt couldn't help but pick up his pace. Knot starting to pop and pull at her pussy lips. He knew he should slow down. He should try to make her yowl for him, yet...

"FUCK!"

Her hand trapped his knot, keeping it in her. Damien tried to pull back, but the bobcat was flexing again. One hand trapped his knot, the other held tight to his damp mane, and her teeth held onto his ear. If her legs weren't firmly clamped between their bodies, she'd have those around him too. Damien huffed and panted, arching as he howled out. Balls thumping off the bobcat's backside as he began to paint her walls. Bare length pumping his rich boy spunk all over her insides.

Amelia grinned and released her hold, leaning back. "Good thing I'm not one of your skanks," she huffed, "and that I'm on the shot." The bobcat winked, laughed, and leaned back.

Damien huffed, trying to laugh. "H... hoes don't know how to get me worked up." He leaned back, knot firmly locked against her walls, "Goddamn, you are fucking hot, you know that?"

She twisted her body, insides rolling over his tied length. "Oh I know. Now, get some food, start eating, and we can talk about your father." Amelia smiled at the look he gave her. "Specifically, what you are going to do with your relationship with him."

"Man, Fuck my..."

A touch to his lips silenced the canine. "Food. Then we talk. Once we talk, then you get round two. Capeesh? Talk, fuck, repeat." She reached for a burger, "All night if you want."

Fuck. Why'd she have to push his buttons like this. "Fine," he huffed. Then scrambled to catch the burger she lobbed at him, "I'll talk, but I won't like it."

"Oh," Amelia purred, "I'll make sure you do."