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The Nighthawk By Green A Commission for sdsmillar

Cara Middleton sighed with satisfaction as she took a bite of her sandwich. It felt like the day had been dragging its heels, lasting three times as long as usual, so just making it to lunch felt like a major accomplishment, especially since she was done with work for the day, and because soon she'd be able to focus on two of her favourite things in the world: flying an aeroplane, and Jason Pederson, a tall, handsome arctic fox who happened to be sitting across the table from her right now. As if the universe realized that something fun was in her future, Cara had found herself swamped with work on this particular Friday, and the chance to just sit down and eat a chicken sandwich with her boyfriend was immensely relaxing. "You get in touch with the tower?" she asked, after she swallowed, "Any last-minute alterations?" Her tone was neutral, but her eyes made it clear that she meant Tell me there are no last-minute alterations. Jason shook his head and grinned at her. "Nope. The course is plotted, we're good to go." Flicking some red hair out of her eyes, the doe smiled. "Perfect. It's been entirely too long since I had a little wind under my wings," she replied, "Other than figuratively, of course. You've seen to that quite well." She winked at the fox, who chuckled. It was a cheesy line, she knew it was a cheesy line, but it made her feel good to say it, and it made Jason smile. As she took another bite of her sandwich, Jason leaned forward and took her free hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. Even now it struck her how soft his fur felt, and she sighed happily through her nostrils; she had never really appreciated exactly how fluffy the white vulpines were until she'd gotten to know this one. "You seem stressed," he said, simply. Snickering, she put her sandwich down on the plastic tray and gestured to herself faux-incredulously. "Stressed? Me? Whatever gave you that impression?" she teased. He laughed and leaned back, gesturing at her with his own sandwich, a cheese steak that smelled delicious from across the table. "Okay, okay, so it's a little obvious," he admitted, "You've been telling me about the workload all week long. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Shrugging, the deer leaned back in her chair, looking down. One leg was crossed over the other, and her dangling hoof wouldn't stop wiggling impatiently. "Yeah, I'm okay," she said, more seriously, "But I'm gonna be more okay once we get going. That's not just a line, by the way, it feels like it's been forever since the last time we had some time to ourselves, just you and me..." Looking up, she uncrossed her legs and grinned. "So what the hell, let's get going," she said, "We can finish these on the way!" Smiling at her obvious excitement, Jason gestured towards the door, silently replying 'You lead the way'. They'd paid when they picked the sandwiches up, so they just stood up and left, their free hands lacing into each other as they slipped out the door.

A few blocks away from the Sandwich Shack, Cara and Jason came around a corner, and the back of the terminal came into view. The doe was licking her fingers and savouring the last of the sauce, but she didn't fail to notice the thrill of excitement that spread through her chest at the sight of the tarmac ahead of them. "Mmmm... Mmmm! I tell you, Jace, we should eat there more often," she murmured as they approached the crosswalk, "Oh, why couldn't they have built it closer to the flight school, or hey, maybe my house..." Jason lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, but Cara missed whatever charming reply the fox had to that, as her attention was suddenly drawn to the side by a high-pitched voice. "Why'd we stop, mama?" It was an adorable little deer girl in a polka-dotted sundress who looked about four or five years old. The woman holding her hand, a relaxed-looking doe about Cara's age, bent over towards her and pointed up to the crosswalk sign. "You see the little hand, sweetie? We need to wait for the walking man before we can walk. You remember, daddy and I told you about this." Fidgeting, the little fawn scratched her chin thoughtfully and looked around. "But there's no cars or anything, mama!" she pointed out, literally, with a pudgy finger. The woman smiled. "I know, honey, but you have to wait anyway," said the young mother, "It can be dangerous not to wait." That seemed to satisfy the little girl, who nodded and smiled. "Okay, mama." She giggled as her mother tousled her hair, and Cara suddenly became aware of the cold tightness in her chest.

"Cara." Startled, she looked back at Jason, who gazed back evenly. She felt embarrassed, like she'd been caught indulging in a bad habit after promising to quit. "S-sorry, I was just..." He didn't smile, but he hugged her against his side, and he nodded understandingly as they started to cross the street. "You did the right thing, Cara, never doubt that." The pilot sighed deeply, her earlier enthusiasm deflated. "I know, it's just... I close my eyes, and I can still see her," she whispered, "I can still feel her in my arms..." Nine months earlier, Cara had given birth to a baby girl, and she'd been adopted by a grateful family. Nine months before that, Cara had been celebrating a glorious air race win with Sean McIntire, her now ex-boyfriend, when in the excitement and the rush of victory, Cara had disregarded their lack of condoms and decided to wager on the pull-out method... and lost. Life had seemed so much simpler then... Kneading her shoulder, Jason nuzzled her supportively as they approached a gate in the imposing fence surrounding the terminal and a slightly less imposing sign that informed them quite politely that they needed approval from the terminal to pass this point. "She's going to know that you loved her enough to make sure she had a family that could keep her safe and happy," Jason insisted, "There's no shame in that." Cara reached into her jacket pocket and retrieved her security pass, taking a moment to look into Jason's gentle green eyes, full of love and support, before scanning her pass through the lock, which buzzed obediently and released the latch. As they stepped out onto the tarmac, Cara smiled, genuinely feeling a little bit better. "Thank you, Jason," she whispered, "I'm sorry you have to keep reminding me..." He kissed her on the cheek. "I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it," he replied, "Now come on, it's hanger 15, right on the corner."

The two of them wasted no time in getting to their plane, a small, four-passenger CA-42P with the identification code V1317 prominently painted across the tail. Even the machine itself seemed eager to Cara, ready to get rolling. They'd seen to most of the checklist the previous night, so it was fuelled up and the instrument panel had been electronically checked; all that remained was to actually get going. Despite her impatience, Cara forced herself to give the plane a once-over, visually checking the outer surface to make sure it hadn't spontaneously developed any flaws overnight. Climbing aboard, the deer took her seat next to Jason and started flicking switches. "Reminds me of when I just had my glider licence," Jason said, "This gorgeous redhead talked me into signing up to train on something with some real power... She said she was gonna be my instructor and everything, I felt like I'd won the lottery." She smirked at him and then adjusted her headset before getting in touch with the tower. "Keystown Control, this is Victor-one-three-one-seven," she said, "Requesting clearance for takeoff, over." The voice came back strong and clear in her earpiece, and in Jason's, as he'd just put his own headset on. "Roger that, Victor-one-three-one-seven, you are cleared for, ah, runway three, over." Grinning at her boyfriend as the instruments gave her an all-clear, the doe shivered with that oh-so-familiar anticipation before getting the machine rolling. From their hanger, they had a straight shot to runway three, so after only a couple minutes of taxiing, the little plane's engines roared to their full potential, and they sailed down the tarmac and off into the sky.

The flight was not a straight one, but it was a fairly simple one. Their path took them from Keystown northwest to Sintaluta, then down the coast to Valpariso Island for refuelling and finally back to the mainland to their destination, the small, quiet town of Namakekway. It was a pleasant afternoon's flying, and because of the cozy nature of the town, which wasn't exactly a tourist attraction, Cara liked to visit now and then, to unwind after particularly stressful times at work. "You're gonna love it, Jace," Cara said now, 'taking her eyes off the road' to shoot her boyfriend a dazzling smile. In her defence, the sky ahead was as clear as could be aside from the presence of just enough fluffy white clouds to make it more picturesque than a spotless sky; it was as if they were flying through a postcard. "Man, I haven't been to Namakekway in forever," she murmured, "I hope that coffee shop I like is still there... What're you looking forward to, hon?" When no answer came, she glanced over again and saw Jason gazing off into the blue. "Hon?" The fox jarred back to reality and looked over at her. "Hmm? Oh, sorry..." he muttered, meekly, "I just... my mind was wandering. I was, uh, looking forward to dinner at that place you kept raving about." Smirking, scanning her instruments, the doe kept her tone casual, even as she honed in for the kill. "Uh-huh... and what's got you so distracted?" she asked, indulging in her own nosiness, since she had nothing better to do for the next few hours. "It's nothing, Cara, I was thinking about a movie I saw once," he lied, obviously, "It's no big deal." "So it's something you don't want to talk with me about," she concluded, "Let me guess... starts with an 'S'?" Lowering his ears self-consciously, or at least trying to with the headset in the way, the vulpine scratched the back of his neck and frowned. "Come on, babe, the situation is complicated enough, talking about it with you just makes it..." As he struggled for words, Cara gave him an earnest look. "I'm a big girl, Jace, you don't have to pretend he doesn't exist," she said, pausing before adding "What'd he do this time?" Jason sighed, sagging in his seat in defeat. "Fuckin' McIntire..." he muttered. As much as the doe sometimes wished otherwise, Sean hadn't ceased to exist after calling things off with Cara. In fact, Jason became aware of Cara's existence through Sean, who hadn't been painting a very flattering picture of her at the time. The two men were co-workers on the rail line, working together as conductors, and things had been quite pleasant between them right up until the night when, over drinks, Jason had learned that Sean had more or less abandoned a woman after getting her pregnant with his fawn. The seed of hostility that was planted that night had blossomed once Jason and Cara actually started dating, and the damned thing just kept on growing...

Crossing his arms over his chest, the tod stared at his shoes, frowning grumpily. "The guy's just become a real ass lately, okay?" he said, "Always getting on my case and nitpicking every fucking thing I do. Gossip travels fast, everyone at the terminal knows it's because I'm dating you, but so far HR wants nothing to do with this." Rubbing his forehead, he sighed again. "You know I haven't been working as long as him, right?" he asked, rhetorically, "Well, last shift I found out that our boss is being promoted, and McIntire's applied to become terminal supervisor." Once upon a time, Cara's heart would have swelled with pride at that news... "Oh, Jason, why didn't you tell me?" she asked, as she idly compensated for some wind, "He's not going to be able to just fire you, is he?" "Not without an actual reason," Jason replied, "Corporate would never allow it. But I'm worried he could start to swamp me in extra work or give me the worst shifts or... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm looking into doing something about it." "You want the job yourself?" Cara asked, wondering if Sean had always been this vindictive, or if that was a trait he'd picked up in the last year and a half. But Jason just laughed. "They'd never pick me, I don't have half the experience on the rails McIntire does," he said, "But I'm just trying to make things simpler once and for all, put some distance between me and Sean. I'm looking into getting a transfer to the terminal in Kisomma. It's not that far away, I wouldn't even have to move, I think, and more importantly, the supervisor doesn't have a complicated history with my girlfriend!" Cara was tempted to make a joke, something along the lines of 'Not that you know, anyway'. As light-hearted as she would mean it, though, she knew that Jason was genuinely uncomfortable about the fact that she had once been in a committed, loving relationship with the buck giving him so much trouble at work, so she just smiled encouragingly and nodded. "I'm glad to hear that, babe," she said, "Here's hoping that goes through." Smiling weakly, Jason looked out the window again, into the blue vastness above them. Sighing, he shook his head. "I swear, sometimes I have half a mind to apply for a position at the moonbase, just so there's - what? Four hundred thousand kilometres between me and Sean? Give or take a few thousand..." Cara actually laughed at that, surprised. "Oh, you want to move to the Moon to get away from him?" she asked, grinning slightly, "You're not the one he knocked up and then walked out on, acting like a child the whole way." "Point," said Jason, nodding, and then, after a heartbeat, "Was it really as bad as they say? People talk, but you know how gossip is..." Cara snorted dismissively. "Do they say it happened in public when I was three months pregnant, and that he straight-out accused me of trying to 'trap' him?" the doe asked, a little bitterly, "'Cause if so, they're on the right track." "Damn," the fox muttered, cringing, "That's what he said to me, that you were trying to trap him, but I never thought he'd say it right to your face... I'm sorry, Cara, I shouldn't have asked." She raised one hand in a what are you gonna do gesture and shrugged. "All in the past," she said, simply, "At least, that's what I try to tell myself." After a few moments of slightly awkward silence, she looked over at Jason thoughtfully. "Not much call for train conductors on the Moon, you know," she said, totally deadpan, "Moonbase isn't big enough to need a rail line yet. Even less call for pilots, saying as planes don't work where there's no air." Jason snickered at that and shrugged exaggeratedly. "Ah well, I guess I'll just have to stay earthbound," he said, "Their loss." Relaxing again, Cara smiled at him. "Just so." A moment later, she added "By the way, the restaurant, 'that place I keep raving about'? It's called 'the Nighthawk'." Her vulpine co-pilot gave her a sideways glance and grinned at her. "Nice name," he replied, "Is that why you went there in the first place?" She chuckled and shrugged. "What can I say?" she said, banking slightly to avoid the cloud layer, "It seemed like a nice place for a pilot to have dinner." Smirking, she gave her head a flick to move some hair out of her eyes and winked at Jason. "I was right, too. I bet they don't have cooking like that on the Moon, either."

The rest of the flight went by quickly, with casual talk about this and that, Cara's other trips to Namakekway, the couple's plans for the weekend - and beyond - and, in great detail, the rankings so far in the latest season of Cara's beloved air racing, which the pregnant doe had watched longingly from the ground, serving as a guest commentator and later as an actual race director. When Cara had been given medical clearance to fly again, even though she'd been barred from the rest of the racing season, she had felt like a bird being given back her wings, and savoured every second in the air. Even now, she felt a quiet delight simply from guiding the plane through the sky. But soon enough, they came in for a smooth landing in Namakekway's humble airstrip. Too soon, as it turned out. As they taxied down the runway, Jason glanced at his watch. "Huh, we really made good time, we must have caught a tailwind or something, I didn't think we'd be getting here for a couple hours..." he murmured, before frowning and sighing. "We're way ahead of schedule for our reservation at the Nighthawk," he said, frustratedly, "I was looking forward to a nice dinner after landing." Pulling into the hanger that air traffic control had designated for their visit, Cara nodded back towards the door as she began the shutdown sequence. "Step outside and tie us down," she suggested, "and while you're at it, give the restaurant a call, see if they can do anything for us, maybe there's been an opening or something." Reaching into her jacket, she produced a business card and passed it over as Jason popped his seatbelt. "Sure thing," the fox replied, and hopped out to stretch his legs. After he closed the door behind him, his conversation with the restaurant might as well have been in sign language thanks to the airtight seal on the door. Cara finished putting the plane to sleep shortly after Jason stepped out into the hanger, and after watching him move around the plane for a minute or so, totally distracted by his cell phone, Cara smiled from ear to ear. Reaching into a pocket, she produced an elastic scrunchie and pulled her crimson hair back into a ponytail, and then, unbuckling her seatbelt, she slipped into the back seat, where she couldn't be seen through the windshield. From there, she worked quickly, so that when she was finished, she had plenty of time to compose herself, leaning casually against the back bench seat, resting an elbow on the shoulder-level cushion and supporting her head with that hand. Her heart was already beating faster with sheer anticipation long before the door clicked and swung open. Jason was looking dejectedly at his phone as he stepped back into the plane. "No dice," he said, sadly, "They're being totally rigid about the schedule, won't even let us - Cara!" The tod's eyes bulged with shock as he glanced up at her, actually dropping his phone to the floor of the cabin. The pilot suppressed a chuckle, drinking in the surprise on his face. It wasn't his fault, after all; Jason hadn't exactly expected that by the time he climbed back into the plane, Cara would be as naked as the day she was born. He bit his lip, visibly struggling to keep his eyes locked on hers for a few moments, and then surrendered to his instincts, to his curiosity, and let his gaze wander her boldly exposed, proudly displayed body, tracing the deer's curves with something close to awe. He'd never seen her naked before; their relationship had never gone any further than handholding, hugs, kisses, and affectionate nuzzling before today. "I didn't expect that they'd let us get in early," she said, casually, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, "But I thought it was worth a try. That's okay. Close the door behind you, sweetie, and have a seat." She patted the other side of the back seat invitingly and smiled. "I had the perfect idea on how to kill some time..."

Jason swallowed, actually looking a little nervous, but he did as Cara asked, taking a seat next to her, never taking his eyes off her, as though he were afraid that her pert breasts, soft fur, and strong thighs were some glorious mirage, and if he looked away for even a second, she'd be fully clothed again when he looked back. "God damn, Cara," he breathed, shaking his head, "You're so, so beautiful..." But as he tore his eyes back up to her own, the fox frowned self-consciously. "But - you're not just showing me your pelt for your health, right?" he asked, "Are you sure you want to cross that line, babe? Now? Here? I mean, we've waited this long, we don't have to jump into anything just because we need to waste some time..." Standing up, moving nice and slow to let her boyfriend get a nice eyeful of her rump, Cara climbed onto the seat and settled herself down in a very stunned Jason's lap, facing him. She reached up and slipped her hands under his flight jacket, resting them on his shoulders as he shivered against her. Gazing directly into his gentle green eyes with her own relaxed blue ones, the doe smiled. "I'm sure. I'll be honest with you, Jason," she said, "If this hadn't happened, I was planning to seduce you in the hotel room tonight. We've been together for months now, and I'll never be able to thank you enough for letting me take it slow after what happened the last time I trusted someone with my heart. That means the world to me." She briefly raised one hand to the side of his neck, running her fingers through the thick, soft fluff his species was known for. "As for doing it here instead of just going to the hotel before dinner, well... flying is my life," she whispered, "It just feels... right... to start a new chapter in my life right here in a plane." Smiling, she leaned in, angling for his mouth. "If you're uncomfortable, we can stop... but I don't think you want that." Just before their lips met, Cara whispered to him again, words which may as well have echoed through the cabin for their strength and power. "I love you, Jason."

With that, she kissed him, confidently, eagerly, and tenderly. They'd done it before, but somehow, with what was about to happen looming large in their minds, the movements of their tongues and lips felt so much more sensual than usual. Without breaking off the kiss, the doe reached down and took hold of her boyfriend's hands, which up to that point had been sitting neutrally - nervously? - against the seat. She put one on the curve of her rump and one on her upper thigh, trying to encourage him, send a message, before returning her own hands to his shoulders. This didn't last very long before she shifted in her seat and felt Jason's hardening penis through the material of his pants, breaking off the kiss with a giggle. "Oh goodness, where are my manners..." she asked playfully as she leaned back. Reaching down between them, Cara unzipped the fox's fly, easing his pants and underwear just a few inches down his thighs in order to free his trapped cock and balls. He was already at half mast, and she took a moment to take hold of his dick and squeeze it, cooing admiringly. "Mr. Pederson," she chuckled, "Is all this for little ol' me? I'm flattered..." "Oh God..." Jason breathed, shuddering beneath her. Adjusting her position, Cara moved herself even closer to her lover's body, so that as Jason's prick reached full erection, the top side of his shaft bumped against her slit, which was already glistening with her excitement. "There," she whispered, "Now you seem much more comfortable..." As she leaned in to kiss him again, Jason leaned back. "W-wait!" he blurted out. Cara stopped, wondering if she was pushing things too far, or if she'd taken too much control for his comfort. But he just grinned sheepishly at her. "I just wanted to say, before we started... I love you too, Cara." Positively beaming at him, the doe kissed her boyfriend again, taking a long, warm moment so the couple could just enjoy their feelings for each other.

This time, Jason began to relax, the tension leaving his muscles like water running off a roof, and as they continued smooching, his hands began wandering Cara's body, much to her delight. She wanted to feel his hands all over herself, to share her body with the man who'd helped heal her broken heart, and then claimed it in exchange for his own. As he started squeezing her cervine puff of a tail, Jason broke off the kiss, surprising Cara by leaning forward into her chest and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She sighed happily and began to rub the back of his head encouragingly even as she ground her slit against his rigid cock. "Mmmm, yes, that's good, sweetie," she cooed as he suckled, "Get that tongue in there a little..." Jason sighed happily into her chest and took her advice, while his hands roamed her back freely, pausing now and then to squeeze and rub the doe's supple flesh. When he finally released her teat, he looked up at her imploringly, his chin buried in her cleavage. "Oh, Cara, I need you so badly..." he whispered, squeezing her butt, "Please, all you need to do is..." His hand moved to his prick, clearly intending to give it the slight adjustment that was all that was separating a little playful grinding from full-on cowgirl position sex. But Cara lifted her hips away from him, trying not to smile as she heard him whimper with desire. "Easy, big guy, relax," she whispered, climbing off the fox as he pouted adorably, "We have plenty of time to kill, so let's not rush into things, mmm?" Jason's eyes widened as the deer continued moving, kneeling down in front of him, and reached forward, taking his tool in hand. "I've been wondering for a little while now what you taste like, foxy... Just sit back and let me find out." She shot him a coy smile and leaned in closer, parting her lips and keeping eye contact as she s-l-o-w-l-y moved in to take Jason's cock into her mouth. Shuddering, he whispered to himself, and his breathing seemed to grow faster as she grew closer. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God..." he murmured, trembling with desire for the beautiful woman who clearly remained in control even though she was the one on her knees. Then, as her lips slid over the head of his rigid prick, and Cara began to take him into the wet warmth of her mouth, Jason tensed up and gasped her name - only to whimper again as she leaned away again. "I said relax, sweetie, not get more tense," she said, "Don't want you popping right off the bat... or busting a blood vessel, for that matter. Deep breaths, Jason, deep breaths." Grinning sheepishly as she winked at him, Jason took her advice and started breathing slower, deeper, and even as she started again, he seemed to have calmed down a little.

Cara closed her eyes and sighed contentedly through her nostrils as she took her lover back into her mouth, eagerly licking along the underside of his shaft, savouring her exploration of Jason's taste and the tangy accent of the fox's sweat. As she reached the base of his dick, Jason groaned quietly, placing his hand atop her head. Cara waited a moment to see what he would do, but the tod didn't try to force himself down her throat, he just started scratching her behind the ears and running his fingers through her hair. Silently pleased by his restraint, the pilot started to move, bobbing her head up and down her lover's shaft, taking his full length into her muzzle again and again as Jason squirmed and twitched beneath her, obviously deeply enjoying her ministrations. Cara lost herself in the moment, suckling and licking at her boyfriend's straining dick. After a short time, the trembling vulpine found himself getting hot under the collar, and he shrugged off his jacket and stripped his shirt off. Without taking her mouth off his manhood, Cara helped him free his legs from the confines of his pants, and enjoyed his sigh of contentment once he was as naked as she was. He went back to scratching behind her ears, and she went back to focusing her attentions on pleasuring her lover, eventually being rewarded with just the reaction she'd been waiting for. As she licked teasingly at the sensitive flesh just below the crown of his prick, Jason moaned and lowered his ears respectfully as he throbbed against her lips, drooling a drop of pre-come onto her tongue. Taking that as a signal, Cara pulled back, leading Jason to let out an entirely different kind of moan as his penis throbbed angrily in the warm air of the cabin, and the fox attached to it looked at her with an expression that combined betrayal, embarrassment, and raging desire all at once. "C-Cara! Don't stop now!" he whimpered, "God, I need to come so bad..." Planting a kiss on the head of his dick, the pilot smiled and stood up again. "And I'm looking forward to making you do it," she purred, "But we've only got a certain amount of time to fool around in this plane, so I wanted to save it for the main event." Jason's ears shot up adorably, and he smiled at her with that canine enthusiasm that had attracted her to him in the first place. "The main - you mean...?" Sitting back down on his lap, she licked his nose. "I do," she replied, simply, "That was just to get you warmed up. But if you're still disappointed, there'll be plenty of opportunities to, ah, 'get the full experience' later..." She licked her lips for emphasis, and then grinned and added "Just like there'll be plenty of opportunities for you to return the favour." The smile fell away as Cara tensed up, startled, and she gasped quietly as Jason pushed two fingers against her sopping wet slit, probing into the moist heat beyond. Slipping those fingers out as quickly as they'd come, Jason stuck them in his mouth, sampling the flavour of her juices, and sighed happily through his nostrils, all the while maintaining eye contact with the doe. "Mmmm, already looking forward to it, Cara..." he whispered, winking, "I can't wait."

Cara began to nuzzle at Jason as she reached down and took hold of his rigid dick again, but as the head of it poked at her labia, the fox inhaled sharply and put a hand on her arm. "Oh shit, wait a second!" he gasped, "I forgot! I - I've got a condom in my jacket, let me -" She interrupted him by laying a finger over his lips. "Jason." She stared directly into his eyes, eyebrows raised, saying nothing, and after a moment, her lover grinned sheepishly and lowered his ears just a little. He looked cute with a little blush in his cheeks. What Jason had forgotten, what Cara had considered so obvious that she hadn't spoken a word, was that their species were not genetically compatible; even if Cara took a cocktail of all the fertility drugs on the market, Jason could never get her pregnant because a fox and a deer can't conceive children together. The condom, therefore, wasn't necessary. "S-sorry," he muttered, "I, uh, I've only ever been with foxes before..." Stroking his cheek sympathetically, Cara smiled, to show she wasn't judging him for his mistake. "And I've only been with deer," she replied, "Easy enough mistake to make. But after what I've been through, believe me, I'm the last person who'd forget the condom in the heat of the moment. We're good to go." Leaning in, she licked his nose again, and he chuckled and relaxed. With that, Cara cupped his cheek, gazed into his eyes, and slowly lowered herself onto Jason's prick, shivering with delight as she felt his tip parting her folds and pushing inside her for the first time, spreading her inner channel out and making room for itself in the snug confines of the doe's vagina. Cara was deeply aroused by this point, and she was able to take him inside effortlessly until she felt his fuzzy balls nestled against her pelvis, until every last inch of him was within her. But she'd almost been distracted from the delicious sensations by watching the show on her lover's face, watching the emotions playing out through every flex of a muscle, every movement of his eyes, every twitch of a whisker. Neither of them made a sound until Jason was entirely hilted within Cara, and then both of them softly moaned, leaning in to kiss as the doe clenched her inner muscles, savouring the feeling of the hard shaft buried deep inside her. It had been so long since she'd shared herself with a man, and she wished the two of them could laze around this plane and make love all day long, but she'd have to be satisfied with this first, exploratory shag... at least until tonight. As Jason moved his hands to his girlfriend's rear, Cara began to ease herself up off his cock, revealing a shaft that glistened with her juices, before she reversed direction when he'd almost slipped out of her entirely. Keeping the movement going, she began riding the fox in earnest, eagerly driving herself onto that stiff prick again and again, until she had to break off the kiss to moan, and things had truly gotten started.

The doe and her lover writhed and shivered together as Cara kept up the pace, riding the eager tod with an enthusiasm that nearly matched the strength of her feelings for him. Jason looked up at her with a raw adoration in his eyes that told Cara that he truly loved her, and his ears were slightly down in what she was fairly sure was a vulpine gesture of submissiveness, happy to let her take the reins. For his part, Jason was panting and whimpering happily as Cara drove herself down on him, his hands gripping her hips, just holding on for the ride. "Oh, Cara..." he breathed, trailing off into nothing, like he just wanted to hear her name. The deer smiled, grinding down against him the next time she hilted him inside her, and clenched her inner walls around his cock. He moaned with pleasure, and as she began to move again, he started to get more involved. He leaned in closer and brought his muzzle to her breasts again, pressing his nose against the fur between her mounds. With his breath coming so hard, Cara could clearly hear it as he breathed in deep, filling his lungs with her scent. Jason placed one of his hands on the pilot's soft, flat stomach, just resting there for a moment before he turned it around, reaching out with his fingers to rub and tease at the hood of flesh protecting her sensitive clitoris. Cara inhaled sharply at the first caress, involuntarily bucking her hips and almost slipping off of Jason entirely. When she went back to riding him, she was panting just as hard as he was, redoubling her efforts and driving herself down onto his rigid dick with a little more muscle, so that a wet slapping began to sound out in the snug confines of the cabin each time she sheathed Jason inside her entirely and their pelvises met. Cara could already feel her juices dripping out and onto his lap, her need for the handsome fox burning brighter and stronger by the minute. She gripped Jason's back tightly, possessively, running her fingers through his thick, plush white fur, and savoured the scent of his musk in the air, and as he took one of her nipples in his mouth again, Cara yelped with pleasure. Encouraged by his fingers and tongue, along with the glorious dicking she was enjoying, the fleshy nub of her clitoris slowly peeked out of its hood and Jason began to stroke and tease it directly, something that would have made the doe's toes curl up if her legs didn't end in slender hooves. Throwing back her head, Cara gasped yes and continued to ride her lover, who had started rolling his hips in time with her movements, bucking back against the glorious woman astride him.

Time ceased to hold meaning for the lovers as they had their wicked way with each other, but eventually, the pressure that had been building up inside the shapely deer started to approach its breaking point, and she threw back her head, sending her ponytail whipping around behind her, and gasped. Jason, who at that moment was worshipping at her breasts again, rolled his eyes as high as they could go so he could look up at her face without leaning away from her chest. "Oh - oh fuck," Cara panted, scratching behind his ears with both hands, "Jason, Jason baby, I'm getting c-close, I'm gonna come... are you... are you close t-too?" Poetry, it was not, but it got the message across. Shuddering against her, hard, the tod sat up straight and reached up to cup her cheek. "Oh God, yes..." he groaned, "I was g-getting worried, thought I wouldn't - nngh - last long enough... I'm s-so close, baby, let's go t-together..." With a moan of excitement, Cara roughly captured her man's lips and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, riding him faster now, but only lifting about halfway off him with each stroke, really trying to push him over the edge, while his fingers rubbed over her clit in a blur, trying to bring her with him, their bodies tensing up as they approached the finish line together. In the end, it was hard to say which one of them succumbed to their orgasm first, but Cara was reasonably sure it was her, as suddenly, white-hot ecstasy exploded outwards to fill her body, leaving every inch of her tingling and shivering, while her clitoris pulsed hard against her lover's fingertips and her inner walls clenched and rippled along Jason's stiff prick. Obligingly, Jason groaned into their kiss as his cock began to throb and spasm, spurting thick, gooey jets of vulpine seed deep inside Cara, emptying his balls and painting the clenching walls of the doe's vagina with hot, wet come. The lovers shivered and ground against each other with desperate whimpers and cries of passion, trying to drag out each other's pleasures as long as they could, and even though it was a bright summer's day outside, anyone inside the hanger would have seen that the body heat the two of them had created had caused the windows on the small plane to fog over.

When it was all over, Cara and Jason spent a few minutes just savouring their afterglow, their bodies still entwined as they kissed and nuzzled at each other. Cara noted that it was a very curious sensation for her to see - and feel - Jason's creamy sperm dripping out of herself as she finally stood up and climbed off him, and yet not be the least bit worried or anxious. Maybe dating outside her species had more advantages than she'd realized... The two of them got cleaned up as best they could inside the relatively cramped confines of the plane and without soap or water, and as Jason used some wet wipes to help a snickering Cara clean the fresh fox ejaculate off of herself so she could put her underwear back on, the doe realized she had missed this part of a relationship too, the silly bonding moments like figuring out how to make yourselves presentable again after spontaneously making love in an unexpected place. Soon enough, the door to the CA-42P swung open again, and the pilot emerged, followed by her boyfriend, who was still smoothing his fur down. As they locked up the plane, their eyes met, and they both smiled sheepishly, scarcely able to believe they'd done that, but they kept those grins from breaking out into laughter, and soon enough they were walking out of the hanger, holding hands. "I love you, Jason," Cara whispered, leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you too, hon," he replied, giving her hand a squeeze. As they took their time walking down to the main road, where they'd call for a taxi, the fox idly glanced back at the hangar. "...That plane is still gonna smell like sex when we go home, isn't it?" Cara laughed happily and then squeezed his hand back. "I should certainly hope so," the pilot said, matter-of-factly, "We're doing it again sometime if I have any say in the matter!" The freshly-consummated couple headed to the road, giggling like children with a secret.

The taxi was halfway to the Nighthawk before Cara realized she was still wearing her hair in a ponytail, and she smiled to herself as she silently tugged the scrunchie out and pocketed it, shaking her red flowing locks free, to Jason's obvious approval. It was only as they arrived, right on time for their reservation, that Cara realized she was actually very hungry, to the point where she was surprised she'd burned up that much energy since lunch. Maybe they'd been more energetic than she realized... However the cause, she was happy to walk into the restaurant with Jason on her arm, and she smiled politely to the Maître D' as she introduced them as 'Middleton, party of two'. He politely greeted them and had someone show them to their table, cozily tucked away to the side of the dining area. They barely had to wait at all before a waiter showed up to give them menus and take their drink orders. The man was a shadowwalker, properly identified as a 'little brown bat', and the characteristically chubby shape of his torso couldn't be entirely disguised by the clothes he was wearing. They ordered some wine, and he wandered off to give them some time to peruse the menus. As he left, Jason's eyes followed him. "...Huh. Bat server," he said, "You don't often see them working that kinda job." Cara glanced at him over her menu and raised one eyebrow. "What? Is there some rule that says the waiters can't have wings?" she asked, playfully. Jason snickered and shook his head, looking down at his menu. "I think I'll order the pork chops," said the doe, after a long moment of silent contemplation, "In the mood for something chewy today." Jason nodded and said nothing, aside from quietly going hmmm and tapping his finger against the table. "I'm not sure what I want..." he muttered, "Maybe some kind of salad, but they have a bunch of different kinds. I like the one with the chicken pieces in it, looks filling, but the one with shredded bacon looks delicious..." The fox furrowed his brow like it was a major life decision, and Cara smiled and look down at her own menu, lest she chuckle and make him self-conscious.

Shortly after that, their chiropteran waiter returned, and they placed their orders - Jason confidently decided on the chicken salad after all - and relaxed with their wine. At first they chatted about nothing in particular; technical details about their work with planes and trains, how Jason's family was doing, the scores from a recent curling tournament, that kind of thing. Eventually, Jason grinned even as he lowered his eyebrows a little. "Cara?" he started, "There's something I've been wondering pretty much since we met, and I'm dying to know." Gesturing to her with his wine glass, a very controlled motion that didn't so much as slosh the liquid inside, the fox gave her a most perplexed look as one of his ears flicked off to the side in confusion. "Why, oh why does everyone at the flight school call you 'Thirteen'?" he asked, "I mean, okay, your race plane is number 13, but nobody else gets called their numbers like a nickname." The doe laughed softly, raising a hand demurely to her mouth. "Oh dear, I didn't even think about how that must look to an outsider," she said, pausing to take a sip. "Well, for starters, they don't call me Thirteen because it's my plane's number; my plane's number is 13 because of my nickname." Pouting exaggeratedly, Jason let out a canid whine and lowered his ears as if he was crushed. "Caaaraaa," he groaned, making her chuckle again. "Alright, alright, it's no secret," she said, "See, when I was a kid, I was already crazy about flying, I was always finding excuses to spend every moment I could on the base, and I liked to just hang out by the runway when I was doing my homework so I could watch the planes taking off and landing." Here she put her story on hold as their waiter returned and brought them their food. Jason had gotten his salad with a little pasta on the side, and Cara's pork chops came with a steaming baked potato. For a couple minutes, conversation turned towards curiosity about their meals, and then praising them once the couple started eating. As Cara dug into her food, she sighed happily through her nostrils. After the long flight and their little escapade in the plane, this really hit the spot.

After a few minutes, Cara glanced up at Jason as she took a moment to cut the rest into conveniently-sized pieces, mostly so she could talk without interrupting herself to eat. "So! I liked to do homework by the runway," she said, picking up where she left off, "And after a while, some of the people posted there started to notice. So one day, I'm sitting there, minding my own business, working on some math problems, and then someone taps me on the shoulder." She took a sip of her wine and grinned nostalgically. "It's this tall, handsome fox in a uniform," she continued, "He introduces himself as Flight Lieutenant Andrew Smith, said he 'couldn't help but notice my interest in aeronautics', and invited me on a personal tour of the hangar for his squadron." She took a bite of potato, chewed it thoughtfully, and then continued, gesturing idly with her fork as she did. "A while later, he actually starts showing me how the planes work, what the pilots do, that kind of thing, answering every question my overjoyed little mind can come up with." She chuckled and sighed happily, remembering the sheer excitement she'd felt the first time she'd been given a look inside the cockpit. "A lot of people dedicate themselves to the sky early on," she said, "But I'm the only one I know of who started learning to fly when she was thirteen years old." Jason grinned from ear to ear, and the effect was only slightly marred by the tiny green bit of salad stuck between two of his teeth. "So people call you Thirteen," he finished for her, "Wow, flying really is your life, huh?" She nodded, and she would have grinned too, but at that second, her mouth was full of potato. Jason poked at his salad and flicked his ear to the side again, this time the opposite ear. "So your friend Amber Smith, then," he said, "I take it he's her..." "Her father, yes," Cara confirmed, nodding, "Actually, after that hangar tour, Amber and her Mom showed up to pick Andrew up from the base, and that was the first time we met. Since I, uh, kind of became a big fan of her father's, we ended up spending more time together, and we've been friends ever since."

A few minutes passed, and the couple fell into a comfortable silence. The dim lighting in the room gave the Nighthawk a cozy feeling, and Cara took a moment to stop eating and just lean back in her chair, taking in the atmosphere. Smiling gently, the doe sighed contentedly. "I've missed this," she said, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, "Just... running off and spending time with someone special, I mean. I haven't set everything aside to just get away from it all since I broke up with Sean." She was feeling especially good, so this time she left out the part where she added 'that ass'. This time. Cocking his head to the side, the fox scratched at the fluff on his neck and nodded at her. "Cara, I... might regret asking this, but I'm curious," he said, "Did you end up, you know, seeing anyone in between Sean and me?" She considered making up a story about a muscular, well-endowed stallion of a fox who put Jason to shame in every conceivable way, but immediately discarded it. He was just too damned cute to toy with like that "You're in luck," she said, "It's been one long dry spell... Well, aside from that blind date Amber set me up on. Now that was fun." She chuckled as she remembered it, and Jason grinned, raising an eyebrow as he raised his glass. "Do I want to know," he said, raising the glass to his lips, "or would it just make me jealous?" Looking up at him with wide eyes, Cara laughed in surprise as the fox took a sip. "Well, that buck was handsome, kind, thoughtful, and oh boy could he dance," she teased, "But that was the only time we went out, he wasn't interested in dating a woman who was carrying another man's child." She shrugged, her smile undiminished. "I can't say I blame him, honestly, but in the long run, it turned out to be a good thing we only had the one date." "Why's that?" Jason asked, "Did he turn out to be a serial killer, or an alien spy, or..." Cara laughed again and shook her head. "Worse than that," she replied, "He turned out to be the half-brother I never knew about." She eagerly watched her boyfriend's face as he blinked a few times, his eyes widening. "Wait - that's how you met Kendric?" he asked in astonishment, "On a blind date?" Cara had only found out that Kendric, with whom she'd kept in touch, was a blood relative two days before her flight down here with Jason. The doe shrugged exaggeratedly, spreading her hands. "Just my luck, right? God, can you even imagine what would have happened if I hadn't been pregnant? If things had gone well, and I'd - I'd kissed my own brother? Or worse?" Given the delightful expressions that had flickered across his handsome face from these casual revelations, Cara was mildly disappointed to see that Jason barely reacted to that comment at all. He just shrugged and smiled at her. "Well, fortunately, you were, and you didn't," he said, simply, "So at least you didn't have to murder Amber, hmm?" She laughed and picked up her fork again. "Oh, not for that, sure," she snickered, "But you know how friends are... Jury's still out on that one."

As they finished off their dinner, Cara broke the silence again. "Hey, Jason, I meant to ask you," she started, "Are you free next weekend? Because I was gonna have dinner with my parents, and I was hoping you could join me." Jason swallowed his mouthful rather hard, as if it had suddenly turned into a ball of wax on the way down. "Uhh... maybe," he replied, without a ton of enthusiasm, "I'd have to check my calendar, I think I have plans next weekend... Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm busy, sorry." Leaning forward and placing her arms on the table, Cara rested her chin in her hands and smiled at him. "Oh yeah?" she asked, "Tell me, what's on the agenda? I'm curious." Her tone was playful, just shy of taunting him, to make it abundantly clear that she didn't buy it. Jason frowned and sniffed at her before responding. "I'm going gliding, as it happens," he replied, "I haven't gone in a couple weeks and it's a great way to reduce stress, clear your mind." This was normally about the time when Jason invited Cara to come along with him; the glider had two seats, but the doe had always turned him down in the past because she almost didn't see the point of a plane with no engine. This time, however, he remained silent, pouring himself a little more wine, perhaps feeling slighted by her suspicion, which just gave Cara a delightful idea to use against him. "Well, how would you feel about having a passenger?" she asked, which certainly got the fox's attention. "You mean that?" he asked, his pointy ears high and attentive. She nodded. "I sure do. Take me up with you, I might as well see what you find so fun about it." Jason grinned delightedly, but before he could speak, she held up one finger and added "If." The fox's smile fell away instantly and he regarded her cautiously. "If?" "I'll go up with you if you agree to have dinner with my parents whichever day that weekend you're not going gliding," she said, "It's a fair exchange, don't you think?" As Jason pouted at her, probably unaware of how cute it looked on his vulpine muzzle, Cara caught sight of their waiter and flagged the bat over, telling him they were ready to pay their bill. He nodded politely and hurried off to get it for them.

Turning back to her boyfriend, Cara smiled in what she hoped was a sympathetic manner. "Come on, sweetie, why don't you like spending time with my family? Why are you still so uncomfortable around my Dad?" she asked, more seriously than her earlier teasing, as she leaned forward and put both hands atop one of his. "You can tell me, I'm a big girl, I can take it," she added, "Was it something he said when I wasn't around? Is it a fox thing?" Cara had asked that because she was adopted; aside from her, every member of her family was a red fox, though they loved the deer with all their hearts and treated her like she was their own blood. The arctic fox across from her smirked at that and shook his head. "No, it's not a 'fox thing', there isn't, like, beef between reds and arctics," he said, chuckling, "It's just that..." He reached back and scratched at the back of his head self-consciously. "Look, your Dad is a pretty imposing guy, alright? I mean, he's in the military, so I'm pretty sure he could kick my ass without breaking a sweat, and after what happened with Sean, whenever we're around your Dad, I'm just worried that he's judging me, since your last relationship didn't end so well." Cara nodded understandingly and gave Jason's hand a squeeze. "Sean's decisions were his own, Jason, they weren't mine, and they certainly weren't yours. Dad understands that," she said, "He's not going to hold that against you or use it to judge you. I'm, uh, I'm not saying Dad can't be judgemental sometimes, but he's always at least fair about it." She smiled and quickly added "But you don't have to worry about that, he likes you, Mom does too, they enjoy it when you spend time with us. You know, the last time you were over there, Dad pulled me aside afterwards and said 'Jason seemed nervous tonight, I hope it wasn't something I said'. Just give them a chance, sweetie, you've got nothing to worry about." The shadowwalker waiter came by with their bill, and as Jason reached for his wallet, Cara sweetened the deal a little and pulled out her purse. "It's okay, this is my trip, I got this," she said, and as she took care of the bill, she looked back at the fox and grinned. "So, are we on? I'll go gliding with you, and you'll come to dinner at my parents' house?" Jason smiled slightly and nodded. "Alright, alright, we're on," he said, "How can we not be, after a pep talk like that? C'mon, let's get out of here."

When the two of them finally stepped out of the Nighthawk, bellies full and sated, the Maître D's thanks and well-wishes ringing in their ears, Jason and Cara were amused to find that the sky had darkened while they were enjoying good food and good conversation. At first, they just stood there on the sidewalk, gazing upwards. "Look at all those stars," Jason whispered after a moment, "I forgot how much more beautiful the night sky is out here in the country than it is in the city." Cara sighed happily and leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder. "You took the words right out of my mouth," she replied. As nice as the moment felt, they couldn't very well just stand there in front of the entrance all night, since they could get scolded for loitering, so the couple turned and headed off into the night at a slow, even pace. "So what do you want to do?" Cara asked, "Grab a nightcap at the pub? Catch the late show at the theatre? Hey, it's a nice night; if you wanted, we could wander out of town and go stargazing." The fox raised his free hand up to his chin and scratched thoughtfully at the underside of his muzzle as the two of them stopped walking and turned to face each other. "Hmm, they all sound good, don't they?" he replied, not even trying to hide the playful grin, "But you know what? I'm thinking we should find our way to that hotel and check out the room we reserved. I'm not feeling especially tired, mind you... but I can't stop thinking about an amazing experience I had on a plane recently, and wondering - no, hoping, that it was just a preview of things to come..." Cara grinned, chuckling to herself. "Why, Mr. Pederson," she replied, as if shocked, "Are you implying what I think you're implying?" To the pilot's surprise, her lover stepped forward and gathered her in his arms, one hand on her rump, and pulled her in close for an embrace. "Let me give you a hint..." he whispered, just before kissing her. Cara normally liked to be the one taking charge of the moment, but she found she quite enjoyed seeing this side of Jason. The two of them kissed passionately for a moment, protected by the privacy of a street emptied by the late hour, and then they broke it off. "I love you," Jason whispered, smiling as he raised a hand to Cara's cheek. "I love you too," the doe replied, nuzzling tenderly against that hand. Then she snickered and nodded down the street. "And I think I get a pretty good idea of what you had in mind... I approve."

Taking his hand again, Cara began to lead Jason in the direction of their hotel, walking just a bit faster than before. In the plane, there had been the risk of getting caught, the cramped quarters, and the impending dinner reservation all weighing down on them. Now? Now they were going to have a private room, a comfortable bed, and all night to explore the physical aspect of their love for each other. And yet, somehow, the doe found her mind drifting back to the sky. "Hey, Jason," she murmured, "Wanna make a bet? Next weekend, when you take me gliding, I bet you can't keep the glider in the air for a full hour." Glancing over at her, the fox grinned and narrowed his eyes just slightly. "What are the terms?" he asked, his curiosity piqued, "What do I get if I win? What do you get if I lose?" Turning to him again, Cara chuckled and shrugged. "I don't know, hot shot," she teased, "You tell me." Then she waggled her eyebrows lewdly at him and he laughed. As the hotel came into view, the fox's tail began to wag. "You know, I think I'll have to make you wait on that answer," Jason replied, "Something tells me I'm about to get plenty of good ideas..." Pulling him in close, Cara nuzzled against his flight jacket and inhaled deeply of the fox's natural scent, her entire body tingling with excitement. Here, in this beautiful place, with the man she loved on her arm, all the stress that had seemed on the verge of crushing her back home now seemed as distant and unimportant as a forgotten nightmare. Oh yes, Cara thought delightedly, This trip is exactly what I needed. And it's only just begun...