“This is very different.”
“Okay, yes. There’s significantly more nakedness involved now. But the foundation is the same.” She tilted my head up so she could look at me. “Did I ever tell you the piece of advice my father gave me before he passed?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t think so.”
“He told me that he hoped I fell in love with my best friend. He said that the foundation of any relationship was friendship, and there needed to be friendship when the early stages of passion wane.” She rubbed my ears and I shuddered. “That’s how I’m so sure we can do this. Because you’re my best friend. I know our relationship can work. We’ll do it together.”
“He sounds like a wise man. Together,” I echoed, letting myself believe it.
She kissed me, and I lost myself in it. In her. In the knowledge that this beautiful woman wanted me despite all the reasons society as a whole said she shouldn’t.
When we broke apart, both breathing hard, Maya smiled. “So. You promised me we could go back to bed after breakfast.”
“Yes, I did say that.”
“And we’ve finished breakfast.”
“Aren’t you observant.”
“So.” She walked backwards toward the hallway, pulling me with her by the hand. “Are you going to keep your promise?”
I let her lead me, this tiny human woman pulling around a creature three times her size. “Absolutely. I always keep my promises.”
“Good. Because I have plans for you.”
“Plans?” My voice came out raspy.
“Detailed plans. With diagrams and everything.”
I laughed, scooping her up and carrying her down the hallway while she shrieked with laughter. “Diagrams?”
“I’m a visual learner!”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
“I love you,” I corrected, shouldering open my bedroom door. “Everything about you.”
Her expression softened. “I love you too. So much.”
I laid her on the bed, following her down, and for a while there we shared no more words other than frantic pleas and murmured names. I couldn’t stop touching her, memorizing her soft curves. How her back arched into my touch, how her breath hitched as I licked that sensitive spot on her collarbone. I loved how her thighs trembled when I trailed my hand over her stomach to cup her mound - as if she was anticipating my touch. Nothing compared to how eager, wet and responsive she was as my fingers parted her folds and explored her clit.
I grew harder than I imagined possible the more she chanted my name like a prayer. She playfully pushed me onto my back and straddled me, lowering herself down, inch by inch until I was fully sheathed inside her. Because of the size difference,she needed me to help lift her high enough off to get delicious friction.
Unbeknownst to her, she’d imprinted onto my soul. There would never be anyone else for me. She’d made sure the memories we were creating etched in my mind forever. I reveled in the perfect fit of her body against mine, the way she looked at me like I was everything, the way she made me feel like maybe I was her everything. I wanted to be, because for me, she was my world.
Later we lay tangled together in the afternoon light. The sheets were a disaster, my fur was thoroughly mussed, and Maya looked thoroughly satisfied.
“We should probably get up at some point,” she mumbled into my chest.
“Probably.”
“Do actual productive things.”
“Sometimes it’s good to relax and not be productive.”
Neither of us moved.
