# The Wolf, the Fox, and the Envelope Part 2 Author: Revresbo Tags: Anthro, City, First Person, Fox, M/M, Short, Story Series, Wolf #2 of The Trouble with Foxes The continuing story of a fox and wolf and the balance between home and work. A mysterious envelope promises to bring trouble to the fox's work life, and yet the envelope was taken straight to his home. It was about 17:30 when my rumbling stomach roused me.  The first obstacle between food and my stomach was the wolf still lying on top of me.  I considered for a moment how best to remove him.  Although I was somewhat smaller than he, I was definitely stronger, and it would have been a simple matter to just push him off.  Still, I puzzled a moment over what would be the most fun.  With the sly grin only a fox can manage, I started rocking my ass back against him.  He had slipped out at some point afterwards, and I could feel him starting to respond to my movements.  His breath started quickening at my cheek again.  I could tell the exact moment he woke up again.  He started moving in time, getting ready for another go. It was at that precise moment I pushed myself up, tilting so he slid off me with a surprised yelp onto the floor.  By the time he looked up, I was already on my feet walking to the kitchen.  "Good to see you're _up_, William," I called back tauntingly over my shoulder.  His only response was a disappointed groan. I didn't bother finding any clothes on my way to the fridge.  We weren't expecting any company, and it's not like we had never seen each other naked before.  I was certainly comfortable with my naked body.  I could be naked or see others naked without sex on my mind.  My wolf had a little more trouble with that than I did, though.  I knew I was probably distracting him like this, especially after my teasing before, but I wasn't particularly bothered by that fact.  I was the one cooking tonight, so as long as he didn't jump me at the wrong time, nothing would be burned. Within a minute, I was dicing up vegetables and pulling out chicken for a stir-fry.  William had progressed from the floor to the couch and hadn't made a move on me.  Probably he didn't want to distract me while I was using a knife, but I wouldn't have put that past him either.  Maybe he had just realized he was hungry too.  He certainly seemed so when I put the plates down and dished out the food.  Then again, he always wolfed down his food like--well, like a wolf.  When I first cooked for him, I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or offended.  After more experiences, I realized that's just how he always is.  I, on the other hand, am the polar opposite.  Unless, there's some particular hurry, I always eat slowly.  For example, you can actually see my fork move.  I also tend to take much smaller bites than my wolf, despite his comments about how much I can fit in my muzzle.  I enjoy savouring the taste, discerning each ingredient in each bite.  I'm not quite a connoisseur, but I am pretty good at telling which spices are present in food. Afterwards, we worked together on dishes.  He washed, I dried.  I _hated_ washing dishes.  Passionately.  Since we moved in together, I hadn't washed once.  I'm not sure what all it is, but I never enjoyed it.  I had been enjoying drying, until my bastard of a boyfriend grabbed the sprayer while I wasn't looking and drenched my back with it.  In the ensuing fight, the kitchen floor became very slippery.  When William (I wasn't calling him my boyfriend at that particular moment) fell onto his back, however, the fight stopped.  When rolling over to get up, he noticed the envelope that had been slid under the door.  All at once, we were both slightly wary.  The landlord never corresponded like that, and none of the other tenants had either.  However, the apartment doors were kept locked all the time, so people who didn't live in the apartment shouldn't be able to get in unless let in by a tenant. I picked up the envelope after taking a moment to dry my paws.  The rest of my wet fur was ignored as I looked at the envelope.  It was sealed, but nothing was written on it, neither recipient or sender.  It was one of those larger envelopes that can hold sheets of paper without needing to fold them.  I grabbed a letter open and slit open the top.  Inside were a variety of documents and photographs.  I glanced over at my wolf.  He had started cleaning the floor while I was looking at the envelope.  He met my gaze and looked away.  Heading over to the coffee table, I tipped the envelope, spreading its contents across the otherwise empty surface.  I was about to sit down when I remembered I was still sopping wet.  Sighing, I headed to the bathroom and grabbed a towel.  I merely ran it over my fur on the way back before draping it over part of the couch and sitting on it.  Then, finally, I started investigating the various papers. After a while of flipping through papers and staring at photographs, I felt my wolf's hands on my shoulders, rubbing them.  I reached back to touch his paw with affection as I looked at another paper.  My initial expression of contentment when he started massaging me was once again replaced by a thoughtful frown.  This package was very unexpected.  Part of me was tempted to simply shred the whole thing, but instead I kept reading.  People never sent work stuff directly to me at home, and that this would was highly unusual.  I wasn't sure then of what all the implications were.  Still, it grated on me.  I hated taking my work home with me.  When I was home, I just wanted to spend time with my wolf relaxing.  Work was stressful enough, with deadlines sometimes being tight and needing lots of overtime.  The last thing I wanted was to bring that home with me.  However, someone delivering an envelope like this implied a sense of urgency.  I could see already that I was going to be spending a late night looking at this, and I could see that my wolf knew it too when he met my eyes before.  It was with great regret that I heard him go to the bedroom to sleep and give me some privacy with my work.  I loved that he respected my need to be alone while working and that he always gave me the time I needed, but I hated that I was out in the living room with papers strewn about rather than in bed with my wolf's arms around me.  With a great effort, I brought my mind back to the task, but not before wishing the person who sent me the envelope a silent "fuck you." Source: https://sofurry.com/s/4nAqdoAn Part of the series The Trouble with Foxes Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/703823-the-wolf-the-fox-and-the-envelope.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/709538-the-wolf-the-fox-and-the-envelope-part-3.md