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She was making it look easy. Not just the chopsticks, skilfully applied like she was some sort of pro sushi eater, but everything. Baxter had always admired her from afar, and sometimes he even managed to keep his cool when they were chatting as casual friends, but sitting right there eating sushi with her was getting him just a little flustered. The vixen exuded confidence as she picked up a piece with an effortless application of the sticks, lightly dabbed it on soy sauce, and then tossed it into her mouth. He found himself staring, both at her technique, and at everything she was, in general. This was supposed to just be one of those casual dates, something to do for fun, but he was starting to wonder if she was actively trying to seduce him with her dexterous eating abilities. Or maybe he was just a little pent up.

The staring was obvious enough that Keira eventually noticed, looking up at him and offering a small smirk.

"Don't tell me you're full already. Go on, give it a shot!"

"Uh ..."

He found himself fumbling, trying to figure out how on earth he was supposed to manipulate those damn things. Pinching the chopsticks between two fingers, he got sort of a lever motion going, but it wasn't enough to grab that delectable tuna roll he wanted, leaving it plopping back to the plate. This time Keira chuckled.

"You know, it's actually considered totally fine, maybe even the proper way to eat sushi with your hands. I totally won't judge."

By her grin, she was already primed to do a little judging. Just what was it about her teasing that really got to him? It was like she was sticking pins in his spine. In a good way. He just grumbled and picked up the piece he wanted between two fingers, delicately scarfing it down. Most times, he felt like he could have gobbled down a hundred pieces of sushi in one sitting, but he felt it was maybe best to hold back a bit when he was dining with someone he kind of wanted to impress. Just a little. She was casting him such flirty looks, as if she knew exactly what they did to him, and yet somehow she was also way ahead of him in eating progress. They were sharing one of those chef's choice platters, and she was getting dangerously close to his half of the plate. He was going to have to defend his territory!

Darting in, he grabbed three of the choicest rolls before she could get to them, tossing them into the air and mostly catching them in his mouth, even. Two out of three wasn't bad. He made her laugh, at least. They were all grins and chuckles as they duelled to the death over that deluxe size sushi plate, gobbling and feasting like they had wanted to from the start. Why hold back and pretend? There was nothing wrong with showing off, even if it meant the rice was flying as she literally stole a roll right out of his fingers with an elegant jab of those chopsticks. They were making a mess, but they were having a good meal at least. The somewhat rowdy patrons around them certainly didn't care. Plenty of them were drunk on that fine Friday night, but those two foxes, they were intoxicated on nothing more than mutual attraction. Or at least Baxter was pretty sure it was mutual, from those looks she kept giving him.

"You know, it's nice," Keira began, and left it at that for an uncomfortable while, finding the words to say.

Baxter's patience finally gave in. "What's nice?"

"Just, you know. Being here. Hanging out with someone who doesn't seem to expect anything. You know, I feel like we could just chat about anything."

That was enough to make his ears perk up. It had the effect of showing he was listening, perhaps.

"Yeah? I mean, yeah! I like to think I'm good at that sort of thing."

"You are! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!" Sinking back in her chair, she dabbed at her lips with a napkin and eventually just sighed. "I guess, as much as I like being free and solo all the time, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to confide in. You know what I mean?"

"I do, yeah. Kind of feeling the same. Maybe that's what gave me this whole idea in the first place."

She winked at him, suddenly shifting forward, planting her elbows on the table.

"Is that soooo? But it's totally not a date, right?"

"Right! Yeah! Totally!"

Waving a finger at him, she shifted her eyes back and forth, and lowered her voice.

"You know what would make it more date-like though?"

He leaned forward too. They looked like a couple of spies together like that, discussing secret assassination plots.

"What's that?"

"Well. You're staying over at the Highview while you're in town, right?"

"Yeah ..."

She waited for him to get the idea, but she couldn't wait forever. Instead, she reached across the table and gave him a prod on the shoulder.

"Maybe I don't just head home when we're done eating. Maybe there's a movie we could watch? Or we could just chill on the bed. I hear they're comfy."

She stopped short of outright suggesting anything particularly frisky, but he was starting to get the idea. And boy was he ever blushing. His fur of course concealed it, but it was the kind of radiant heat that he could have sworn would have shone right through it. His first instinct was to glance all around them, as if to make sure nobody had snuck up on him while they were flirting. Then there came that period of uncertainty, trying to find the right words to properly reply to such a tempting proposition. Finally, he swallowed, smiled, and nodded.

"Yeah. There's definitely room for two"

Okay, not bad, he told himself. That came out sounding a lot less flustered than he actually felt. When she reached across the table, he took her hand in his, feeling a little squeeze in return. Then with her other, she planted a bill on the table, and that was finally what broke his concentration.

"Uh ..."

"Oh, don't even start. I'm paying half and I don't even care. Besides, it's not a date!"

Fair enough. He nodded and added to the stack, slipping in a little extra for a tip. Which prompted her to smack down a few extra coins, just to be sure she was putting up a little more than he did. He had a feeling that trying to compete with her on that matter wouldn't have ended well for either of them or their wallets. Instead, it was time to get up and walk out of there. He was about to just follow behind her, but instead he felt her fingers intertwining with his own, a tight grip keeping them secured, hand in hand, walking along beside each other into the winter night. The warmth of her presence was an immediately welcome one as the wind seemed to blow right through him, chilling to the bone. It was the kind of thing that made him long for a good snuggle with someone soft. And he might well have been about to get it.

The hotel was a quiet place, that mesmerizing, liminal quality falling over the empty halls at night. They wandered up together, leaving Baxter briefly blank on which room was even his anymore. The number came back to him right as he saw it pass by, making him freeze up with a gasp and then jolt back suddenly enough he startled Keira. She gave him a look and then just laughed.

"What, what? What is it, boy?" she teased.

"Uh. Nothing. I just almost forgot. This is the one." He gestured to the door.

"Geez. Got your head in the clouds or what? Come on, let's go shake off that cold."

She was the one to tug him inside, throwing him right off balance. It wasn't that she was exceptionally strong so much as she was just so much more eager than he expected. She wouldn't stop pulling until they reached the bed, barely allowing him a chance to close the door behind them. The electronic lock beeped, and then just like that, they were alone together. She flashed him a big smile and let him go at last, shrugging her way out of her coat and leaving it on the floor so she could flop onto the bed quicker. An extended sigh escaped her once she hit the cushy mattress, and she tested it with a few bounces up and down, bringing some slightly suggestive squeaks out of it. Those were enough to get him blushing all over again. Someone was going to hear! They were going to get the wrong idea. It was totally just a snuggle session. Not a date at all.

He barely managed to get out of his coat himself before she was tugging him down to join her on the bed. That had him thudding down right beside her, correcting his course at the last minute so he didn't end up crashing down on top of her. She was quick to launch her attack, wiggling over to press right up against his side. Soon she had an arm over his chest, and then she went even farther and stretched one of those fine thighs over his own. He found himself biting his lip, exercising sheer willpower to keep from getting turned on right that moment, even if that was probably exactly the kind of reaction she was going for. She puffed her warm breath in his face, fresh with that after-dinner mint, making him stare at the ceiling as if paralyzed to the spot. Only the sudden nudge of her elbow against his arm could rouse him from that state.

"Mmm, come on now, it's snuggle time. I don't wanna snuggle a corpse."

"Ah, heh. Guess I'm a little nervous."

She clicked her tongue. "Aw, come on. Nothing to be nervous about. Just all alone with a pushy vixen is all."

To demonstrate, she literally pushed him, planting both hands on him and shoving him to the side. Then it was a matter of squeezing, pinching, groping, taking handfuls of his body while he breathed a little heavier and tried not to crack. She was pushing up against those limits, those restraints. His willpower could only last so long. A twitch alerted him to the stirring of his sheath, that arousal sneaking through no matter how hard he tried to hold it back. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tight, and finally let out a little whine as it all proved too much. She was warm, soft, she smelled so pleasant, and she was right there against him, giving him such a thorough snuggle that she was practically grinding on him. Of course he was going to get a boner. That was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it?"

"Unnngh ... okay okay, I admit it ..." he blurted.

That gave her pause. She rose up to one elbow, resting her chin on her hand and squinted at him.

"Admit what? Go onnnnn. Tell me everything."

He huffed, and just furrowed his brow. There was that blush again. How open was he really going to be?

"I mean. I like you. I always have. And I've kinda ... been attracted to you for a while now, too."

"Ohohoooo! I think you can do better than that. Tell me more."

She encouraged him with another shove to the chest. There really was no denying that kind of urgency.

"I guess, I, um. I've thought of you before. Of something just like this, in fact. I'm kind of, like, hot for you ..."

"Mmhmm, mmhmm! Very good! Go on, you don't have to be embarrassed about it!" Her grin was as good-natured as any. "Of course you can be horny for me! I'm obviously horny for you!"

Despite all the signs, he still found himself murmuring in awe to hear her so blatantly speak those words he'd never imagined hearing for real. He perked up, let a silly smile spread over his features, and finally just swished his tail a little. That was when the dam truly burst, when his lust and desire overflowed from him, manifesting in a horny babble that he simply couldn't contain.

"I just ... I wanna hold you, and squeeze you, and make you feel good, make you cum, and hear your moans and cries and just keep going ..."

He knew it was a little much even while he was actively letting it all out, but rather than laugh at him, she bit her lower lip and moaned out just to hear those excitedly expressed words. That was all the encouragement he needed to keep going, but she swiftly cut him off when she couldn't wait any longer.

"Let's make out. We gotta."

She said it as if something terrible might have happened if they didn't immediately start kissing right then and there. And just like that, she was on top of him, sitting on his middle, her fine, shapely rear so very close to that growing bulge in his pants. Leaning close, she let him bask in her warmth a while, pressing her breasts down against his shoulders, and then it was a meeting of the muzzles as they locked together in the sweetest of long-awaited kisses. They were soft and tender at first, but as they both leaned in closer and closer, getting grabby, pouring out those urges, they were soon sloppily making out. The slipslop of their tongues meeting, duelling with one another was the only sound in the room for a good while. So much for watching a movie. This was better, anyway.

Eventually, she let him up off his back, rolling onto her side and taking him with her. That left them on equal footing, though it was hardly her being generous. Instead, it just gave her full access to the rest of his body, and she didn't hesitate to take handfuls of whatever she liked. That meant first massaging her way down his back, stroking his spine, and in time, taking a great big double-handful of his ass. That was enough to make him yelp, even more so when she went ahead and gave him an open-handed spank. Okay, she was really asking for it. He was just going to have to return the favour, gently smacking that fine fox butt right back. That got a little giggle out of her, and she groped him in return. Together they were caught in a cycle of escalation, each of them squeezing the other harder, pressing their bodies together, squeezing her tits to his chest, and soon they were even grinding. A little rub at first, bulge against thigh, and then they were going faster, thrusting, thumping, dry-humping at each other like they'd gone completely feral. It all went along with the deep, tongue-plunging kiss that moved from one mouth to the other. If she wanted a war she was going to get one, in the most erotic of ways possible of course.

He really couldn't get enough of that fine ass, especially when she just seemed to love getting it played with. The cost was getting his own groped right back, but he didn't mind one bit, especially when it meant he could sink his fingers smoothly into those juicy cheeks, pressing into those soft curves when he wasn't simply stroking along their surface. They were still very much clothed, which limited their access, but they couldn't be bothered to strip down just yet. They were far too horny to be naked, going at each other like beasts unleashed, all that mutual desire for one another let loose at once. The only thing that could give them pause was the lack of air. Baxter eventually had to pull back just to gasp a little and refill his lungs, and Keira did the same. That had them huffing in each other's faces for a while, left wordless and slightly dazed until she finally found the words.

"We should probably, like, take off our clothes already."

"Yeah ..."

They didn't really bother with a striptease. Those garments were nothing more than obstacles to their pleasure, a burden to be shed while they squirmed about on the bed, kicking off pants and underwear alike, tossing shirts across the room. Baxter at least aimed for the nearby armchair, though he missed. Keira just chucked her stuff wherever, leaving the room chaotically decorated and slightly shaded when her top came fluttering down right over a lamp. That just made for some impromptu romantic lighting. They turned to each other, everything on display, lust in reflecting in their eyes. Her breasts, her butt, her richly soaked pussy, it was all right there before him. He throbbed for her, showing off the full length of his cock, trembling, aching, urging him to just pounce and take, but he knew a competitive vixen like her wouldn't stand for that. Instead, he waited, swishing his tail, wondering what exactly she was going to do first. She was surprisingly subtle about it, simply reaching forth to nudge at his shoulder, urging him onto her back.

"Let's save some time and get us both worked up at once, yeah?"

He wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, but he should have guessed really. Flat on his back was the perfect position for her to mount up on him, turning that fluffy tail towards him, slowly easing back towards his face. He got his hands up just in time, reaching to grip her hips and slow her descent so she didn't crush him in a single blow. Instead, she smoothly introduced her sex to his nose, letting him grow deeply immersed in her scent, her spice, her essence, and that was simply from a single breath. Sniffing her with that canine nose of his got him even more richly intoxicated, left moaning as she smothered her way down onto his lips, planting that soft pussy right against his mouth. He knew precisely what to do, and he wasn't going to let her off easy, either. Gripping her ass tight, he made sure to clutch her hard enough to keep her from squirming away as he smoothly applied that tongue to those glistening lips, slipping and slopping back and forth and slowly wriggling his way inside, one tastebud at a time.

His immediate reward was the sound of her moaning cries filling the room, shrilly surging forth before dropping deep and becoming almost like a cat's purr. His less immediate reward was even better, when she dipped down to breath over his shaft, applying her lips to the very tip in a slick, soft smooch. Then she opened up to engulf those pulsing inches, slipping him into the heavenly warmth that was her mouth. If he wanted to moan about it, he was going to have to project those sounds directly into her pussy, eating her out with renewed vigour once he felt his efforts returned twice over in the pleasure of her sucking on his cock. It was real, it was really happening, and he was going to savour every single sensation just as much as her taste. Nearly his whole tongue was inside her by then, sleekly slipping back and forth, fucking her as deeply as he could reach so he could taste all the secret tastes hidden up in her warmest depths.

It took everything he had left to control himself and keep from going off as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Imagining it certainly didn't help. He had such a clear picture in his mind of how it would feel to just let go, to cum right in her mouth and listen to her swallowing it. Somehow he knew she totally would, without hesitation, if only to show him that she could. The only thing that could successfully distract him from going climaxing while she sucked him silly was trying to set her off himself. That wriggling tongue of his could really work, wetly stroking her insides to make sure to press every single button, to swipe over her every tender spot, feeling her twitch and clench in the most wonderful of ways. So close, and yet never quite going over the edge. Maybe she was struggling against the tide of orgasm just as much as he was.

When they finally broke from that pleasure session it was more or less a mutual decision. They couldn't take any more. She slipped from his shaft, gasping her way to steady, licking her lips soon after. For just a few indulgent seconds, she straightened up and sat her weight on his face, smothering him in her scent, leaving him breathless until she relented. Then it was a matter of him panting on the bed, staring at the ceiling until his vision was overtaken by her grinning expression. She leaned in and gave him a little kiss, leaving them sharing just a trace of each other's taste, warmly humming and moaning into each other's mouths as they marinated there at the very height of arousal, lusting for each other, clinging to each other. Baxter almost wasn't sure how to even move on from there, but Keira certainly had some ideas.

Up she went, hopping up on the bed, leaning herself over, crawling across the covers with her tail up and swishing. He slowly swivelled his head over to get a good look at her, stretched out on all fours, slowly swinging her hips back and forth just to make herself that much more enticing. As much as he'd been holding back so far, there was no containing himself in those moments. Her scent, her taste, it all lingered in his senses, and those slow sways of that fine ass was the offer he couldn't possibly refuse. Lusty initiative took over, leaving him leaping up, splaying himself across her back, nibbling on the side of her neck as he comfortably mounted over her, wrapping one arm around his chest to take a good, deep squeeze of her breasts. Planting one hand on the bed to brace himself, he got into position as precisely as he could, his whole body thrumming with lust.

"Mmm ... what a big boy ..." came her breathy moan.

His ears perked straight up just to hear that, driving him to move more quickly, maybe even slightly aggressively. By the ways he was bumping and grinding back at him, she was content to get a little rough. It made it hard for him to aim, his cock glancing and glossing across her rump, streaking across the lips of her well-licked pussy but never quite finding his mark. He had to lean back and seize her hips tight just to keep her still enough to penetrate. Finally, he got his cock snugly between those folds, and sunk forth with an extended moan, tossing his head back in bliss just to feel her wrapping snugly around his every inch while he sank down to the very base, thumping his balls against her butt. Her response was more than just a moan, but a jolt, a growl, an urgent, needy squeeze that told him everything he needed to know without so much as speaking a word.

She felt so good that he simply had to savour the sensations for a while, just being inside her, letting her squeeze on his cock. Her patience wore thin in seconds, leaving her jerking back, bouncing her butt against his hips, thumping him into her. Then there came that feral sound again, a snarl even, urging him on with such ferocity that he didn't dare hold back. Fine, if that was what she needed, then he was the fox to give it to her. A lunge, a thud, and then a smooth, pumping motion, fucking that vixen deep, rutting into that soaking wet pussy, feeling her warmth and heat rushing over him, sweltering between her thighs, dripping down his balls while he bottomed out inside her. He couldn't help but give that fine ass a few good slaps while he was taking her, and she just yapped and huffed in response, hardly complaining. Her body shook and jiggled back and forth with the rising force of his fuck-strokes, not quite pounding her but plapping his nuts up against her sex while he pleasured her with everything he could possibly give.

"Ahhh, there! Just, mmm, just go like that, nice and hard, don't slow down for anything," she urged, her voice cutting through the silence of the hotel around them, feeling like it was echoing through the room.

His stamina wasn't even a worry as long as he was inside her. She fuelled him, drove him, urged him, made him feel like he could fuck her all night long without ever losing that ruthless pace. He didn't think much for precision, just pumping his cock into her, letting all that desire, all those fantasies come to life at once as he watched those fine fox tits jiggle with his every thrust. That was enough to make him want to squeeze, leaning down over her , planting his chin on her shoulder so he could grip and grope, squishing each of her breasts in turn, toying with her teats just to add that much more pleasure to the whole thing. Her moans shifted from forceful, aggressive, demanding, to a much more desperate, whining sound as he overwhelmed her with his steady thumps. She clenched down on him like she was going to cum for him at any second, but she didn't quite get there, not yet, not while the sex was still so good. Her knees buckled as she shivered and shuddered with pleasure, coming close to just collapsing beneath him while he weighed down on her back, clinging to her, making that bed bounce and squeak with the force of how he took her.

She relinquished control to him a little more the longer they went at it, no longer bashing herself back against him, but just squirming, rolling her hips, writhing in absolute delight while he drove his dick into her sex. He couldn't hold back, even when it meant he was slamming her, pounding her into the bed. She finally couldn't hold herself up anymore, flattening out beneath him, splaying out her limbs and taking him with her. He just followed her down to the bed, bouncing on top of her, making that ass jiggle with the force of his nonstop thrusts. There were only her whimpers, emitting sharply at first, and then softer when she reached for a nearby pillow, dragging it close so she could bite into it. That meant puncturing deep through the fabric, but he could think about the property damage later. He was busy slipping into the enrapturing grip of orgasm, feeling his balls go taut to his body, the twitches of his shaft running right up his spine. Though as wild and needy as she was being, he wasn't sure if she was okay with him cumming inside of her. He had a lot to give.

"Maybe I should ..." he murmured, halting his thrusts to slowly slip back, prying himself from the vise-grip of her sex.

"No!" came her sharp response. "No, don't stop, don't pull back. It's okay. You can cum. You can cum inside. I want it. I want all of it. You've been waiting for this - unnnh - haven't you? I know I have ..."

That did it. He managed to consider the weight of those words for all of half a second before he was throwing himself forward, balls-deep in that clamping, clenching cunt, feeling those orgasmic throes surging through them both like a shared shock of electricity. Madly humping his way through those climactic moments, he closed his eyes and let the sounds of her cries drive him on. She was hardly even moaning anymore so much as she was simply screaming out, sounding like she'd suddenly fallen off a building, plummeting to the bottom of her climax until it hit her hard. Then she was shaking, convulsing really, and through it all she squeezed him so hard he couldn't possibly have kept from cumming right that moment. She milked him for all the seed he could possibly provide, leaving him lurching back and forth as he emptied what felt like two full orgasms worth of spunk into that richly drenched fox pussy. He couldn't help a few whimpers of his own, projected into her right ear while he did his best to keep from collapsing on her just yet. Not until he was done.

Those first few shots came hot and thick, but there were plenty more to follow. They thinned out with each contraction of his body, but the steady massage of her sex around his shaft ensured he still had more to give. The spurts grew watery and thin, but he couldn't stop cumming for her, even when it became a matter of dry firing, just rigidly throbbing inside her, trying so very hard to keep going, to keep mating her full of his seed until he was slightly sore from the effort. She finally relaxed after a full half minute of viciously squeezing down on him, leaving him jump, his eyes rolling back for a second, his tongue flopped out in a wet and steamy pant. Only then did he finally collapse atop her, a drooly, perspiring mess, his chest heaving against her back as he made himself a blanket across her soft and fluffy form. That was precisely where they stayed a while, catching their respective breaths, hardly making a sound but for the steady panting that helped them shake off that sudden burst of exertion. After a steady, tireless pounding like that, Baxter was only then starting to realize how exhausted he'd made himself.

Finally, her voice came in the form of a low, even guttural groan, barely audible.

"Mmmgh. Good movie."

"Yeah ..." he chuckled. "I liked the, um ... plot."

She giggled and wiggled alike, swishing those hips just a little to make him jolt at the extra stimulation to his softening shaft. He didn't pull out of her just yet, letting himself enjoy the warmth, the wetness while his cum slowly trickled out around his cock. It made even more of a mess once he slipped back, splattering the sheets with an excess of his spunk, gushing from her yet still leaving so much creamed up inside those finely fucked folds. The schliiiick of him pulling out of her covered up those little whimpers, gritting his teeth as his overstimulated shaft got one last massage from those tight depths. He lightly rubbed it off in the fur of her ass, leaving it resting on her left cheek. He stroked her, squeezed her, massaged her shoulders and kissed the back of her head, just to help her come down from that pleasure high while he regained his senses.

"I really needed that," she finally said, shrugging her shoulders against his rubbing fingers. "I think I'm gonna stay over. That's fine, right? It's a big bed."

"Yeah. Of course. You can stay wherever you want."

"Gooood. And maybe in the morning ... well, we'll see how well we sleep, hmm?"

He was glad he was behind her for how broadly he was grinning at it all. Everything just felt good and right, leaving his chest all a-flutter, and not just because his heart was still pounding after all that wild sex. Slowly rolling over, he found a spot beside her once more, and in a moment, she was upon him. Pressing her cheek against his, she threw her leg over his middle, clung to him, and kept him right where he was. Something told him he probably wasn't going to manage to get up from that position for the rest of the night. He didn't much want to anyway. Instead, he just took one of her hands, intertwining with her fingers, and squeezed.

"I guess we really got into it for a first date."

"Ohhh, don't think of it that way. We've wanted each other for ages. This was bound to happen!"

"Heheh, well, I, um ... what do we ... ?"

He couldn't quite figure out how to phrase what he wanted to ask, but she got the idea.

"I dunno! Dating? Hanging out? Friends who sit around and chat and then suddenly pounce each other to fuck like beasts? I don't really care so long as it feels good. How's that sound to you?"

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her another kiss, this time right on the lips.

"That sounds fine to me. Guess we've got a lot of lost time to make up for, after lusting after other so long."

She wiggled with delight at that thought. "Damn right! We're gonna fuck sooooooo many ways!"

There came his blush again, burning its way through his cheeks like he was about to burst into flames. He didn't know what he was so embarrassed about. She was literally leaking his cum as she teased him, and the taste of her pussy lingered on his lips. Her next words weren't quite so flirty.

"And also. It'll be nice to have someone to just talk to, you know? You're fun to be around, mister Baxter. And not just because you've got a big dick."

Booping him on the nose, she made his tail wag a little. He snuggled a little closer hummed to her as she laid her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder, getting properly snuggled in. He was going to get such a good sleep that night, pressed snug and comfy with her plush form. She was a pillowy vixen and he was just going to have to hang onto her for a while, for as long as they needed. Suddenly, the realities of tomorrow seemed so much gentler, melting away in a haze of fondness and satisfaction, two swishing tails waving through the air as the foxes let out their contented sighs and huffs, savouring each other's presence as the night rolled on and the world seemed to vanished, that embrace the full extent of their reality, the only thing that mattered.