FSE

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Ugh... Where to begin. So as many of you read in my drunken journal post thing, I have been going through personal hell in real life and haven't been in much of a writing mood. I am still working on Cub Services, albeit very slowly and only when I feel up to it. If you didn't read the journal, I don't blame you for not, the most important thing you should know is that I've sacked the Jeff storyline. I'm taking the story a different way and will continue to post chapters as often as I can.

I'll let you get onto the chapter, as I think you've all waited long enough. Hopefully the next chapter wont be 3 months + in coming.

Chapter 14

Mikey watched curiously as Liz's red furred fingers removed seven wooden tiles with printed letters from the black velvet bag on the dinning room table and arranged them on the little wooden stand from the Scrabble box. The little silver white wolf cub picked nervously at the thick white table cloth hanging in his lap as he waited anxiously for Liz to finish arranging the letters in alphabetical order. He sat comfortably in her lap, sharing the light wooded kitchen chair against the far wall of a dining room lit by large windows and a glass chandelier that hung over the table, casting multifaceted shadows in every direction.

His paw made its journey up to his muzzle so he could chew nervously on his fingernail as his eyes turned from Liz to the elderly fox on the other side of the table and back. After the conversation Liz had with him in her bedroom, Mikey suddenly felt unsure about how to act in the large mountain home Liz Moreau had grown up in. For instance, was he supposed to look away when Liz's large firm breasts jiggled in his front of him? Was he supposed to ignore the alluring curves of the vixen's chest, covered by a single thin layer of stretchy dark blue fabric with a faint silhouette of the heart of white fur that accentuated the sides of her breasts? Or was he supposed to act indifferent and uncaring, like they were just pillows for him to rest his head on?

After the discussion he and Liz had the little cub was unsure what exactly was appropriate. For some reason it had been different when he knew everything was against the rules, but the things he and Liz had done together seemed to have muddied that line in the sand, blurring it and making it difficult to know when he was crossing it in a way that might get him, or worse Liz, in trouble.

Waves of ecstasy had clouded his mind during their discussion, but as they began to recede, the true scope of Liz's request began to sink in, leaving him with a new reason to have wobbly weak knees and a racing heart every time he came up with another question he wanted answered. Anxiety still pulsed through his chest and every time he thought of another one, it spiked, leaving a lump in his throat that he couldn't quite swallow.

Did he have to sleep in a separate bed from her while they where here, maybe in a separate room? What would happen when she left to go shower or use the bathroom, did he have to stay here? What if his thing got hard again, how was he supposed to make it go down without her? All of these questions seemed to shoot through his mind like a lightning storm, striking with a fresh pang of anxiety every time Mikey began to calm himself. The nervous twinges stilled his tail as it hung against the hard wooden floor and causing his ears to fold down against the black curly hair that covered his head.

He tugged again at the bright white table cloth, examining the immaculately clean cloth and intricate lace work that ran along the edge in a vain attempt to distract himself from the problems that troubled him. Even the warmth that constantly radiated from Liz's thin lithe body did little to sooth his anxiety as he eventually decided to act as if everything was off limits and tore his eyes away from her large breasts as they moved once again into view.

"Have you ever played scrabble before sweetheart?" Liz asked curiously as she watched Mikey's face carefully. He sat with his body cradled comfortably between the armrest of the kitchen chair and the side of her body under her arm. His legs sprawled sideways across her lap, sticking out at an angle that allowed his little footpads to hang limply off the edge of the hard wooden chair, disappearing under the table cloth and swinging freely in the air. His head however seemed stiff and unyielding as he shook it back and forth, held slightly away from her body and turned at an awkward angle so that she was not in his field of view.

Liz bit her lip anxiously as she watched him. She had an uncomfortable feeling she knew what was going on and she let out a mental sigh of disappointment as the vixen hooked her arm around his shoulders and began gently stroking the thick silver white fur along his neck. As her silken fingers glided effortlessly over the soft pink skin under his fur she very slowly slid her paw up to the bottom of his muzzle and gently guided his head so that it was looking back towards her, and coincidently her chest, before hugging his head to her breast.

The little wolf cub's beautiful mismatched eyes flicked back and forth nervously before settling anxiously up at her with a questioning look furrowing his brow. She simply smiled down at him, giving him the most reassuring look she could muster as she felt his neck and shoulders slowly relax and settle back into the lush curves of her body as he shook his head and mumbled the word "no" in a soft tenor voice.

"Well it's not hard. There are 100 letters in that black bag there and 225 squares on the scrabble board." She indicated the multi-colored scrabble board with a flick of a paw before returning it back to his neck to keep his head firmly planted against her breast. "Each player, or team of players in our case, starts the game with 7 individual letter tiles on their letter rack. Each time we put tiles on the board we draw more until the bag is empty."

The little cub watched her carefully as she spoke, nodding his head occasionally as a small wave of relief washed through his body. It was hard to remember just how well Liz seemed to read him, almost like she was reading his mind. A smile spread across his muzzle, it didn't matter if he didn't know the answers to the questions swirling through his mind. Liz loved him and would take care of him. He could trust her, and that idea was still a strange thought after so many unfulfilled promises and rejections from his mother.

As if saying it in his mind unlocked a little latch in his chest, the anxiety and uncertainty seemed to fade behind a glowing warm feeling of love that was becoming so familiar in the little cub's life. Mikey shifted his body slightly and slid his arm into the space between Liz's back and the chair, resting his paw just above the base of her tail as he hugged her and let out a tiny murr of thanks.

Liz let out a breath of air she'd not realized she was holding, expelling the pang of guilt and nervousness that had begun to take hold in her chest over what was obviously the wrong way to handle the discussion she'd had with Mikey in her bedroom. She did her best to continue on as if nothing had happened as her mom moved, rustling her pink button down shirt against her red fur as she finished her own tile arrangements and looked up at the two of them, unaware of the unspoken conversation that had taken place between the two furs.

Linda nodded her head as she waited anxiously for the game to start. After watching Mikey organize his hot wheels the way he did, she was extremely curious to see if his memory spread to other things. She struggled not to squirm excitedly in her chair as she attempted to get the game started by continuing her daughter's explanation of the game. "The point of the game is to play your individual tiles on the board and build words off of the words already on the board. Do you understand what I mean?"

She watched excitedly as Mikey's deep blue and yellow eyes turned first from the row of tiles in front of her daughter and grandcub and then over to the board with a sudden curiosity that mimicked the burning interest she'd seen when he'd opened the model box. "Yes" he said in a soft tenor voice.

"The word has to be connected to the other letters all ready in play and has to be a word we could look up in the dictionary. We won't worry about scoring this game, since it's just for fun." Linda continued as a mix of excitement and joy spread through her chest. Game night, or day in this case, was not something she'd had the pleasure of doing since before her beloved husband passed away. She'd played scrabble with him every week and they'd even entered into a few small tournaments over the years, winning every time they played.

Mikey eyed the 7 seven wooden tiles curiously as the uncertainty in his chest faded to nothing, leaving him able to give the game his full attention. He searched for the biggest word he could come up with, two D's, an E, an L, a P, an S, and a U before looking up at Liz, wondering if it was time to start yet.

He waited patiently for a few minutes as he stared up at the vixen's red muzzle, the elegant curve of her neck and the shimmering orange red fur of her hair. "Are we playing now?" He asked, unsure how else to ask if it was time to start.

Liz gave the little wolf cub a reassuring smile. "If you're ready, or we can let mom go first and give us a bit more time." She had the word "used" already picked out and would use it if Mikey couldn't come up with something, as it seemed that her mom was desperate to see if Mikey would be good at this game. Personally, she'd been apprehensive to choose such a difficult game, but as she and her mom explained the rules, he didn't seem thrown off by them.

The little cub stretched his head up and whispered the word "puddles" as Liz leaned down so her ear was closer to his short muzzle. Her eyes immediately flicked back to the wooden tray, confirming that Mikey had indeed picked out a seven letter word to start with. She smiled broadly as pride swelled in her chest, making her feel silly for being apprehensive about the difficulty of a game that played so well to Mikey's exceptional memory.

"Perfect! Why don't you put it on the board?" Liz Said as Mikey settled back against her arm. The little cub nodded his head in agreement and stretched his paw out, taking the seven squares one at a time and placing them on the board with a delicate paw, being sure to place each letter exactly in the center of the little box it belonged in.

When he was done, Mikey peeked up at Liz with a questioning look, unsure if he'd put the word in the right spot on the board. The look of confusion on her face stopped the question on his tongue and Mikey immediately turned back to look at the board, double checking that he'd not done anything stupid as Liz's forehead crinkled and her muzzle parted, reflecting the surprise that glinted in her eyes.

As Mikey's mismatched eyes darted back and forth between the board and Liz, his stomach churned in uncertainty as he racked his brain in an attempt to figure out what had changed Liz's expression so quickly. Uncertainty flared through his chest and his finger found its way to his muzzle so he could again chew the nail with a loud clicking noise that popped through his head with each bite, punctuating his anxiety.

Liz looked at the scrabble board in surprise as her ears warmed with embarrassment. The word puddles was horribly miss spelled as "pedldus" despite Mikey's care in placing each tile. She looked up at her mom, unsure how to correct the little cub without hurting his feelings, and hoping the elderly fox might swoop in and do it in a way that she'd not thought of.

As Liz's green eyes slid back to Mikey she felt him freeze up against her body, tensing against her arm as he looked up at her. His silver white ears were turning bright red and the fur on his muzzle and cheeks were tinged with a faint pink hue that was clearly visible in the well lit dinning room.

"What?" Mikey croaked as he stared up at Liz and slid back tighter against her soft warm body. The vixen cleared her throat twice with a delicate cough, covering her parted muzzle with a paw before saying "Well, ummm. Sweetheart." She paused and looked to her mom as she studied Mikey with a curious look, like a puzzle that she hadn't quite solved yet.

"You didn't spell that right." Liz blurted out after moments hesitation. She didn't know how else to tell him and she would have to move him to reach and fix it herself. Before she'd finished the sentence Mikey's ears were folding back against his head as they turned a darker shade of red. His muzzle was almost pink as he blushed under the silver white fur that covered his face and turned to look at the letters again.

"Oh" Mikey mumbled as he leaned forward and examined the letters more closely. The cubs pink lips began to move slowly as he looked at the word on the board, speaking each letter of the word to himself and then the word as a whole before finally rearranging the letters in there proper order. As he finished his ears folded flat against his head and he looked back at Liz expectantly, waiting for her to check his work to be sure he'd gotten it right this time. Liz nodded her head as she saw the word "puddles" spelled properly on the board in front of her. She gave him another reassuring smile as he sunk back into his seat in her lap.

"Sorry" Mikey mumbled. "Mrs. Stevenson say's its normal." His attempt at defending his mistake did little to sooth the blazingly heat radiating from his muzzle as it warmed with embarrassment but the warm smile on Liz's and her mom's face did make him feel less stupid.

"She says I need to slow down when I write and spell because my mind moves faster than my paws, so I mess things up trying to keep up with what I'm thinking." Mikey looked up at Liz and then over at Linda again, realizing that they where both looking at him and causing his tummy to lurch up to his throat. He turned and hid his face against Liz's breast as embarrassment rolled through his body.

Liz just smiled as she looked from Mikey to her mom, who was staring intently at the little silver furred cub with a look of complete fascination in her eyes. Her brow was furrowed with curiosity and her eyes twinkled with, what Liz was sure was a plethora of unanswered questions. Much to Liz's relief her mom simply put her word on the board, playing a seven letter word just like she and Mikey had before drawing 7 new tiles from the bag in the center of the table. To keep the game going Liz quickly removed 7 tiles from the bag and put them on her stand so that she and Mikey could both see them.

"Sounds like this Mrs. Stevenson is a very smart fur, is she your teacher?" Linda asked offhandedly. The more she watched Mikey, the more intriguing he became. How he organized his hot wheels, Liz's comments about how many books he'd brought with him to her house and how many she'd bought for him at Barns and Noble, how well he seemed to articulate his thoughts when he was comfortable.

She looked back at him as Liz placed another word on the Scrabble board, a seven letter word Mikey had suggested after only glancing at the little wooden tray on the table. "Yeah, she's my teacher." He mumbled as his muzzle reappeared from between her daughters breasts. Linda just smiled as she placed another word on the board, a five letter word this time.

"Do you like school?" The little wolf cub's ears perked up at Linda's question as he shifted in his seat. The pink hue of his muzzle began to fade as he nodded his head yes and began to wag his tail, making a dull thumping noise as it bumped against the chair's leg. "Yes, I might be able to attendShadowLakethis year. "

Linda's stomach dropped to her toes as the cub's words caught her completely off guard. She stared at Mikey in open shock with her paw frozen halfway to picking up a tile from the tray.ShadowLakewas the most prestigious school in the country and in the 27 years of teaching, she'd never once had a student pass the entrance exam. If Mikey had actually managed it as an 11 year old... Her ears warmed slightly in embarrassment at the thought that an 11 year old wolf was the smartest fur in the house.

"Ummm..." Linda said. "Have you passed the entrance exam yet?" Even as she spoke she wondered if the question was a mistake. Her stomach turned in her toes and a cold sweat spread up her spine, did she really want to be the one to tell him he probably wouldn't pass if he hadn't taken the test yet?

The little cub seemed unperturbed by her question, instead swelling up in Liz's lap, sitting slightly taller as his ears pointed straight up and his thin chest puffed outwards with pride. "Yup, they offered me a full ride scholarship." Liz just beamed down at him, the epitomy of a proud mother, with joy and love flooding her features and body language.

The elderly fur's jaw nearly hit the table as she stared, completely taken aback by this information. The test to get intoShadowLakewas the most comprehensive entrance exam she'd ever seen and incorporated an IQ test, a comprehensive review of how quickly a student learned and a very difficult memory test. After a few moments Linda shook her head in an attempt to regain her senses as she struggled through the tide of surprise and aww that came from coming face to face with a fur, a cub no less, that had managed to gain a full ride scholarship toShadowLake.

"That is just... Amazing." Linda whispered. "I'm sure you're a very talented young fur." As Linda spoke she felt a new feeling unease spread through her chest. Was she boring Mikey with games as simple as Scrabble?

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Allen took another labored gasping breath, sending thick puffy white clouds of warm air out in front of him as he stomped up the last few stairs on his way to Liz Moreau's apartment. His tattered running shoes made his footpads ache and as he walked across the brown landing he tugged at the tight fitting dingy white button down shirt in an attempt to free it from the sweaty matted brown fur on his back.

The rat was a heavy set fur with a scowl on his muzzle and a ragged unkempt appearance, partially because he just didn't care how he looked and partially because he was sick with a cold. His brown hair was greasy and hung in strings from his pointy head and his ears stuck straight up like horns, giving him an almost demonic appearance as he approached Liz Moreau's apartment door.

"Absolutely ridiculous!" He growled as he stopped in front of the door and compared the address on the clipboard in his gloved paws to the gold plated numbers screwed to the door seal at eye level. "Can't believe I let Karen bully me into this crap. Doing a favor for a fur I can't stand.... This is what I get for pretending that I like someone, but does that attitude ever get me anywhere? Of course not, I'm still stuck at the bottom rung of the psychology department after five years working there! " The rat snorted slinging a booger from his round bulbous nose and onto the ground in front of the door.

"Yup, it gets me a one way ticket to some green behind the ear fur with a crummy apartment and a dream that Karen couldn't live out before her cunny dried out." Allen grumbled as he shuffled through the stack of crumpled papers he'd hastily stapled together and stuck to an old clipboard he'd taken off of Liz's desk.

"Better get this over with then..." With that, the irritable fur rapped sharply against the apartment door, sending a loud high pitched knock reverberating through the empty apartment and a dull ache through the knuckles of his arthritic paw, further souring his disposition. The pain seemed to heighten his anger at the situation and for every second that ticked by without a response from the other side of the door, is hanger grew. "Mrs. Moreau!" He finally yelled, using a full fist to beat his paw against the door.

After a few more moments without a response the rat let out another irritable sigh and a large raspy breath that sent pain lancing through his lungs. Allen removed his battered old cell phone from his pocket and quickly dialed Karen's home number. The phone rang three times in quick succession before the motherly fur answered the phone with a warm inquisitive "Hello?"

"Karen, its Allen. I'm out here at Liz Moreau's apartment trying to do the paperwork for the courts and she won't answer the door." The rat chewed roughly on the inside of his cheek as he waited for Karen's response and after a few impatient moments he cleared his throat loudly into the receiver in a rude attempt to spur Karen into responding.

After a few more moments the high pitched voice of the Liz and Allen's boss came through, the tone having changed from one of polite greeting, to one of concern and apology. "Allen, I told you on the phone, all the paperwork for Mikey has already been filled out. All you have to do is sign it; I'll present it at court on Monday." The badger's voice also sounded slightly confused, which irked Allen all the more, fueling the anger he had over the position he felt she was putting him in.

"It's still my god damn name and license on the line if we find out later that she has this cub living in a closet without any food." Allen's temper flared even further as he spoke, causing his heart to pound in his chest and his teeth to grind noisily. The metallic taste of blood washed over his tongue as he realized he'd accidently chomped on his cheek, breaking the skin and sending a tingle of pain through his muzzle.

"Liz Moreau obviously isn't capable of handling a cub on her own. She probably didn't call you about this, but she called me the other day blubbering about how the runt's mother beat him and how he's got scars on his backside. How could she possibly have missed that? She obviously isn't fit to handle the case on her own, let alone the cub. I'm here to make sure she he doesn't get hurt until we can get this Mikey to a proper foster home on Monday." The rat paused as the long winded statement caused an itchy crackle in his throat and chest, sending him into a harsh coughing fit and making his lungs and head hurt all the more.

Allen could hear the surprise in Karen's voice as she spoke but the concern only egged him on. "Is everything ok, Allen? She did call me about the new information about Mikey's abusive home and from what I've seen of her reports there was no indication that he was being hit. Even his teacher, the most furvent reporter of abuse was only ever able say she suspected abuse. Liz kept visiting because of the severity of the teachers concerns, but there was never any proof. Not even the doctors in are office found the scars when they gave him his physical, the day after she took him out of the home."

Allen's anger flared to new heights as he clenched his paw around his phone, causing it to creak in protest and doing his best not to interrupt as Karen defended the useless fox. When she was finally finished he held his breath for a brief second before responding. "NO! Everything is not ok! I am out here with a cold on a Saturday trying to help a fur I don't know, who seems completely incapable of handling the simplest of tasks. Why was I even brought in on this in the first place? I'm a psychologist now, I don't even work for you!"

He snarled the last bit, knowing he was going to regret it later and not caring as a huge weight lift from his shoulders. He was finally able to voice his true feelings, instead of the niceties he was forced to snivel through while in the office. "If I don't have a properly filled out inspection sheet by Monday morning I'm going into the court room to report that Mikey has been cub-napped and that I think he should be moved to a proper foster home!" With that the rat snarled and hung up the phone before removing the battery so Karen could not call him back. He was done with this bull shit and he was going home!

Karen stared in horror at the receiver in her paw as mix of emotions swirled through her chest. Confusion, sadness, fear and anxiety all seemed to fight for purchase in her chest, making her stomach churn as her paws began to shake. What had she done to offend Allen so much? She'd always considered him a friend, talking with him in his office and helping him when he needed it. She'd personally lobbied t get his tuition covered when he'd gone back to school to become a psychologist.

The badger's ears folded back against her hair as Karen's heart shriveled in pain, covering all the other emotions in a thick melancholy blanket. He'd been her friend, and now she'd done something to make him feel this angry and this uncomfortable, and worst of all, he was taking it out on Liz, who wanted nothing more than to have a cub in her life. A single tear trickled down the badger's cheek as she picked up her address book and began looking for Liz's cell number. Where ever she was, she needed to know what was going on.

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Liz idly combed her fingers through the thick inky black locks of curly hair on Mikey's head as the movie they'd been watching ended, plunging the large basement theater room into near darkness. She looked down the length of his sleeping form, marveling at his silver white fur as it glowed in the darkness, reflecting the light from the hallway and illuminating the couch she and the little wolf shared.

Her mom grabbed the complicated remote control from the piano black coffee table in front of the large wooden rocking chair she was sitting on and adjusted the light to a more comfortable level as the vixen yawned softly, doing her best not to stretch and jostle the sleeping cub draped across her front. Liz checked the time on the entertainment center against the far wall and stifled a yawn as the clock flipped over to 12:17 AM. Liz had been lounging in the large squishy black leather couch for nearly four hours, trying not to disturb Mikey as he first watched two movies and then fell asleep. Her legs where cramped and sore and she longed to stand up.

Mikey shifted his head in his sleep as her paw stopped combing through his hair. The sounds of his soft steady breathing where the only sounds in the large chilly theater room as he slept soundly on top of her with his head on her chest and his stomach against her side. His legs stretched out down her front, entangling his crisp dark blue Levi's in her dark blue skirt every time he moved. One of his arms hooked comfortably around her neck and the other had settled with his paw uncomfortably close to her right nipple, sending a light tingle of pleasure through her chest every time his paw bumped against it.

Despite the chilly temperature of the room Liz felt warmth blossom through her chest as she watched the cub sleep, glowing with joy and pride even as her legs began to cramp. Every time she looked at him, her heart jumped in her chest and a smile crept onto her muzzle.

"He really is adorable, Liz." Linda said as she readjusted in her seat so that she was better able to see her daughter and the sleeping cub. The little wolf looked right at home draped across her front and the elderly vixen couldn't help but smile at how cute he was when asleep. His pointed ear twitched and jumped as Liz's paw idly combed through his black hair and when her red furred paw quit moving his forehead bunched, as if he were pouting in protest.

A brief pang of guilt spread through the elderly vixen's breast as she longed to hold a cub like Liz was. It had been a long time since either of her cubs had been young enough to seek the warmth of her body, the sound of her heartbeat and the comfort of her arms on a cold winter night and as the day drew forward she was constantly reminded that Liz would be going home soon, leaving her almost completely alone up here in the massive home she'd helped build before her husband passed away.

She let out a melancholy sigh as she watched the broad smile on her daughters muzzle wither as the obviously uncomfortable sitting position finally won over, forcing her to shift and finally slide her arm under Mikey's bottom, standing up as she hugged the little wolf's back with her other arm. Pride and amusement swelled up through the gloom in her chest as she watched Mikey stir and opened his beautiful mismatched eyes, awakening as his head slid up to Liz's shoulder and away from the melodic beat of her heart. The tiny whimper that came from his lips was barely audible from as far away as she sat but Liz immediately began apologizing, shushing his protest as he settled his head back against her body and closed his eyes.

He probably wouldn't even remember waking the next morning but as Liz sunk back into the thick squishy leather couch his head sunk back between Liz's bosom, stopping right where her heart sat in her chest. Linda let out a slow warm chuckle, watching with amusement as her daughter learned the things about being a mother that could only be learned through experience.

Liz did her best to stifle a gasp as Mikey's paw closed squarely on her hard nipple, inadvertently pinching the hard pink numb through her shirt as he clung to her in his sleep. "What?" Liz asked as her ears warmed with embarrassment. Liz felt a wave of uncertainty flare in her chest as she wondered what was so funny. Her ears warmed as the cold leather leached some of the heat from her body through her shirt and a part of Liz wished she'd worn a bit more than a skirt without panties and a shirt without a bra as the accidental attention to her breast sent a tingle up her spine, moistening the warm folds of her sex.

Linda chuckled again as she watched Liz shift the wolf from arm to arm, looking for a comfortable place for him to rest. "I'm sorry dear, it's just so much fun to watch you learn about being a mother and strange to watch you learn with an 11 year old cub. You're doing a great job so please don't take that the wrong way but it's obvious that you're still learning and I think its almost as adorable as Mikey is."

Liz just sat there, hoping that it was to dark to see how deeply she was blushing as her attempt to jostle Mikey's paw from her breast only heightened the tingling sensation spreading through her body. After a few more seconds she cleared her throat and faked a yawn that she hoped was convincing. "Well I'd better get to bed." She said. "Its getting late and Mikey likes to wake up early." Her mom simply nodded her agreement with a twinkle of amusement in her aged green eyes and a bemused smile on her muzzle as Liz stood up woodenly and moved slowly out of the large room, mumbling a tired good night as she headed out of the room and up the stairs.

She moved quickly through the living room and up the half staircase that lead up to the large kitchen as Mikey's arm tightened around her neck, tugging her hair slightly as he held onto her in his sleep. When she got up the second set of stairs and into her bedroom she let out a tiny sigh of relief as heat began to radiate from between her thighs. She looked down at Mikey, almost ready to be angry with him if he'd been doing it on purpose, but found that he was still fast asleep.

Instead Liz smiled as the joy that swelled in her chest when she watched him sleep overflowed and washed away the frustration she felt. She moved over to her cubhood bed and put Mikey down on his back, being careful not to jostle him to much as she slipped her arms out from under his light form.

After depositing Mikey on the bed Liz turned moved back to her suitcase full of clothing and dug out her cellphone and charger and plugged it in. The phone was useless in the mountains where it didn't get any signal but it would work as an alarm clock since the one on her bedside table had been broken for years. When her phones alarm was set and the phone was plugged in and charging she turned back to her bed as she yawned quietly.

The moonlight shining in from the window above her bed turned the thick plush red bed sheets to an almost inky blood red, standing in deep contrast to Mikey's silvery white fur. The red furred vixen stared in awe at the slash of exposed fur sticking out from between the waistband of his pants and his black shirt and after a moment Liz gently unbuttoned Mikey's levi's, working them off his body before doing the same to his shirt. She paused for a brief moment as she examined him in the darkness, his thin chest raising and falling slowly in time with his relaxed breathing and his arms splayed out on either side of him. He was absolutely perfect in her eyes and even as the fatigue of the day began to take its toll, a flood of warm adoration and love swelled through her chest.

Liz briefly wondered if she should leave his underwear on, biting her lip in contemplation as she turned her head and squinted into the darkness, confirming that her bedroom still didn't have a lock on the door. After a few more moments of debate Liz sighed in exhaustion and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, gently working them off his body before she stripped off her own clothing, leaving it all in a pile on the floor.

As she leaned over to scoop Mikey up in her arms he whimpered and shivered, tossing his head in search of her warmth and finding it as she lifted him up against her chest. Liz climbed into bed with her cub cradled in her arms, sighing in tired relief and falling fast asleep as her head hit the pillow.