{"sf1_id":709538,"sf2_id":"7ejkxl4m","title":"The Wolf, the Fox, and the Envelope Part 3","author":"Revresbo","words":753,"posted_at":"2014-05-25T21:57:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","City","First Person","Fox","M/M","Short","Story Series","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/709538-the-wolf-the-fox-and-the-envelope-part-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejkxl4m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b4/96/b4966962-4efd-4c3b-a5d6-b4fdc6332092","description":"#3 of The Trouble with Foxes\n\nThe third and final part to \"The Wolf, the Fox, and the Envelope.\" However, that's just the first chapter of this story. More will come.","content":"I woke up to my wolf's arms around me. \u0026nbsp;After a moment of enjoying the warmth, I experienced a sudden jolt of surprise. \u0026nbsp;The last thing I could remember was looking over that envelope in the living room, and yet now I was in the bedroom. \u0026nbsp;Did I really slip into so deep of a sleep that I was carried to bed like a kit without stirring? \u0026nbsp;That's embarrassing.\n\nIt didn't take me long to start dwelling on that envelope again. \u0026nbsp;I would have to figure out what to do about it. \u0026nbsp;I can't say I particularly cared for the thought of more work right then. \u0026nbsp;I had finished my last contract not too long before, so I didn't need the money, and I had been looking forward to spending more time with my wolf. \u0026nbsp;Also disquieting was the assumption that I would just do it. \u0026nbsp;Normally there was some sort of meeting or phone call or at least a letter for confirmation that I would take the job, but this nameless envelope came with none of that. \u0026nbsp;It did come with advance payment, I discovered. \u0026nbsp;Amidst everything else was a prepaid credit card. \u0026nbsp;I guess that was supposed to be the surety that I'd take the job.\n\nMy thoughts were interrupted by my wolf's arms tightening around me and a slow lick on the back of my head. \u0026nbsp;I smiled and made to get out of bed now that he was awake, but he pulled me back. \u0026nbsp;I think he mumbled, \"Stay,\" but it really could have been anything. \u0026nbsp;He's not generally coherent in the morning.\n\n\"Don't you want breakfast?\" I asked with mock severity.\n\n\"Got all you need to eat right here.\"\n\nI'll admit I was impressed to hear him string together a sentence so soon after waking up. \u0026nbsp;However, this time he let me up without complaint. \u0026nbsp;A glance on the way showed me that all the various papers had been cleaned up by my wolf. \u0026nbsp;I was going to have to thank him for that. \u0026nbsp;My back probably wouldn't have easily forgiven me if I had spent the whole night hunched over that table.\n\nBy the time the sausage and eggs were done, the smell had drawn my boyfriend into the kitchen. \u0026nbsp;We ate in companionable silence as he was not a morning person and I was still lost in thought. \u0026nbsp;My line of thought was distracted for a moment when I glanced up to see him holding a sausage in his mouth rather suggestively. \u0026nbsp;I gave him a dry look before resuming thinking.\n\nI must have entirely zoned out because when I next looked around, the table was clear and the dishes were done. \u0026nbsp;My wolf was seated across the table again, looking at me with an expression that, unusually for him, did not contain lust or humour. \u0026nbsp;His seriousness probably matched my own.\n\n\"Are you going to take it?\" \u0026nbsp;I could tell from his tone he wasn't pleased with the prospect of my having to leave again so soon.\n\n\"I don't know yet. \u0026nbsp;This one's... different.\" \u0026nbsp;I looked up to meet his eyes. \u0026nbsp;\"Did you look?\"\n\n\"I never do.\" \u0026nbsp;True, but the way this contract was delivered, I wouldn't have been surprised if his curiosity had been piqued. \u0026nbsp;I was just opening my mouth when he started speaking again. \u0026nbsp;\"If you think you should take this, don't let me influence that. \u0026nbsp;I _can_ survive a while without you.\"\n\nI cocked an eyebrow at him. \u0026nbsp;\"You sure you can last? \u0026nbsp;How many socks do you have?\" \u0026nbsp;He must have still been half asleep because it took him a full two seconds to realise what I was getting at. \u0026nbsp;Before he could respond with either mock indignation or serious perversion, I became serious once again. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm just unsure with this one. \u0026nbsp;It doesn't seem like a good idea to refuse, but it seems like a hard one to take. \u0026nbsp;Challenging and a bit outside of my usual fare.\" \u0026nbsp;Almost to myself, I added, \"I wonder why they came to me.\"\n\nWhile I was still looking at the table, he came over and gave me a hug. \u0026nbsp;\"I love you.\"\n\nI gave his cheek a lick. \u0026nbsp;\"I love you too. \u0026nbsp;For all you're a degenerate.\"\n\nThis time he raised an eyebrow at me. \u0026nbsp;He didn't need to speak the words for me to know his response. \u0026nbsp;I grinned.\n\n\"You put it in the safe?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Okay. \u0026nbsp;I'm going to take another look at it. \u0026nbsp;I think I'll take the job.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Trouble with Foxes","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/706652-the-wolf-the-fox-and-the-envelope-part-2.json"}}