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"You OK?" I asked, looking down at the blonde head resting on my shoulder. The TV was playing, and her favorite show was on, but Amy wasn't as into it as she normally was. Normally she'd be more upright leaning against me or just leaning forward in her seat watching, fully enraptured by Paranormal as we watched Sean and Dane Colt do their weekly monster-hunting. But this week she seemed off; she wasn't as into it as she normally was. Granted it was just another filler episode so the writers could figure out what other Biblical thing they could twist out of context to make into a potent plot point, but we normally had a good time watching these regardless.

"Fine," she muttered, wrapping an arm around my stomach. I reached around and hugged her close, planting a kiss on her head.

I'll pause here to explain something; our relationship is weird. Because there isn't strictly a relationship per se. We'd considered trying to officially call ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend, but it always felt...awkward. In a weird way that cannot aptly be put into words, describing one another as anything more than a friend just felt off. We experimented with the idea of being in an open polyamorous relationship (basically what we were now just romantically involved with one another), and that still felt off. We couldn't figure it out; we liked each other dearly, we were great friends. We enjoyed sleeping with one another and all that other couples crap, but we just didn't feel like a couple. It defied logic, but we've come to accept whatever it is that we have as being our friendship and left it at that. So me putting my arm around her to comfort her wasn't weird or any form of forward-intimacy, it was routine at this point.

"No you're not," I countered, calling her out on her bullshit like she so often called me out on mine. "Dane has been shirtless four times this episode and you haven't said shit. At the very least I'd normally get a soft squeak, or your tail would slap me, but you haven't moved much at all. Amy, what's up?" I asked, pulling her closer to try and get her to look at me.

"Tired," she muttered.

"Sleepy tired or emotionally tired?"

"I don't know," the Dalmatian admitted, and my tail stopped the small wagging it'd been doing. Being with her always set it off at least a little bit, but this depressive mood of hers made me feel bad. I hated when she felt like that. "Just...not sure?"

"Not sure?"

"The whole pediatrician thing," she said. "The future. All of it," she sighed. The Dalmatian was usually the optimist of all of us; the one who'd say 'chin up' and force you to look at the brighter side of things to come. She was the friend we all turned to when we were down, and the emotional labor she put into our friend group was nothing short of miraculous, to the point that that also made me feel bad. "I don't know if I'm cut out for it..."

"You are," I said, and I clamped my hand over her muzzle before she could start to rebuke me. "This isn't a debate nor a pick-me-up. This is the God's honest truth. You, like Dakota, are great with kids. You like working with them and helping them, and you also like medicine and helping people. Maybe you're scared you'll have to break the bad news someday, or that you'll have to listen to kids scream and cry when they have to get a shot or whatever, but the reason you're being a doctor is cuz you care enough to be that person." I leaned down and hugged her closer, using both arms. She returned the gesture. "Amy, you'll be a great doctor someday. Maybe not in the 'cure cancer' kind of way but in the kind of way that kids remember and can say they don't hate, and maybe they even trust and like you. Because you're kind, empathetic and patient. I'm sorry if school's been hard for you recently, but you'll pull through like you always have."

"Lawrence, it's another five to six years before I can be a doctor after I complete the B.A. Am I supposed to just...twiddle my thumbs during that time?" she asked. "And my sister wants to be a fucking prostitute of all things!"

"Why's that a bad thing?"

"Because she doesn't understand what that entails! She thinks it's just 'get fucked get paid' when it's intense emotional labor!" Amy cried, finally tilting her head back so that I could see just how exasperated she was. "Mom and Dad don't even know cuz they're working but she keeps telling me how when she comes down here she's gonna go to school while being a prostitute on the side to make extra money and I'm worried she's going to do something stupid and get herself hurt."

"Amy," I interjected. "None of the brothels in Las Luces are going to hire some derpy Dalmatian who walks in asking about sucking dick for cash. They don't want that sort of legal responsibility. They wanna hire men and women who understand the job beyond the basics to cover their asses. And your sister is what, a senior in high school? She's a fucking high schooler, Amy, she thinks she knows the world because she's graduating and that means she's an adult. You and I did the same shit, remember? You thought you could be a bartender to get some extra money and I applied to work at a brothel our freshman year here!" I said, the Dalmatian laughing as memories of younger stupidity came rushing back. "I mean c'mon, we honestly thought we understood shit when we got here and now look at us; we don't know anything!"

"Except the fact that the mitochondria is-"

"The power house of the cell!" we finished in unison, laughing. I hugged her close. She nuzzled against me just a bit, her tail flicking.

"Amy, you can't control her and you can't control the future. You can only control yourself in the present," I told her. "So just do what you can. You'll be a great doctor."

"Thanks," Amy said, smiling at me. She leaned forward, and I hurried to meet her, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. "I'll re-watch this tomorrow, think I'm gonna head to bed," she told me, standing from the couch. I bit my lip as her shirt lifted enough to reveal her light blue panties tightly clung to her rear. I can be emotionally supportive and horny at the same time.

"Mk," I said, grabbing the remote and turning off the T.V. as she walked to the bathroom. I got up from the couch and followed her, flicking on the light for her while she picked up a toothbrush. Grabbing mine, we started to brush, the sounds of our brushing filling the air. "So why is your sister telling you she wants to be a prostitute, anyway? Isn't that a bit weird to say to your sister?"

"She likes shocking people," Amy told me, brushing hair out of her face. "Guess I can't escape those types of people in my life..." she muttered, smirking at my reflection.

"I mean, she turned 18 three months ago right? I guess I could be her first job if she wants," I said before getting a sharp elbow to the gut that had me spit toothpaste all over the mirror.

"Ass!" she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, but her smirk didn't escape me. "Headed to bed, clean the mirror would you?"

"You did that!" I shouted incredulously, the Dalmatian smiling at me brightly before walking out. My heart jumped in my chest; she was really cute. Spitting out my toothbrush-foam, I gargled and rinsed out my mouth and cleaned my toothbrush before grabbing one of the towels hanging from the rack and wiped down the mirror. Not satisfied, I wet the towel on a corner and ran it over the glistening surface before drying it off. Much better. Dirty towel to hamper and I flicked off the light, heading to bed.

Amy was stepping out of her underwear as I walked in, her ass faced to the door. As much as I wished that was an invitation, I didn't feel right pushing sex on her tonight. Well, I didn't feel right ever pushing sex on anyone, to be clear. But normally I wouldn't mind being extra flirty and horny to see if I could convince my partner they were also horny, but when they said 'No' I'd stop. Tonight just wasn't one of those nights though. Not that she was any less hot, the Dalmatian was fucking beautiful, but I didn't want to downplay her feelings just for the sake of my balls. So, though I appreciated her looks, I didn't stare, and instead stripped myself off, tossing the clothes in the corner of my dorm bedroom. Amy crawled into bed, taking the space next to the wall and under the window as I closed the doors to the bathroom and main apartment before crawling in after her. The Dalmatian shut the blinds, plunging the room into darkness as I snuggled up behind her.

"Thanks, Lawrence," Amy said, pressing back against me and guiding my arms to hug her. I needed very little incentive or pushing to do so, any chance to push up against her was taken, but this felt different. Anytime she asked me like this, it was something deeper. A bit further than our friendship, but not a relationship. Just two friends who were quite intimate with each other quite often.

"Anytime."

"I mean it," she said, turning her head to smile at the golden. "You put up with me tonight."

"Put up with? Amy," I laughed and squeezed her close. "You put up with far worse from me daily. And you weren't doing anything the rest of us haven't done. Feeling a bit down is normal." I stopped to kiss the back of her head. "And I didn't say anything that isn't true."

"Still, it meant a lot to me," she told me. A hand slithered under the sheets, and I hissed as her hand squeezed my sheath.

"Is this my thanks?" I asked.

"No," she whispered, nuzzling me gently. "This is my release." She stroked me as I slid out of her length.

"Let me eat you then," I muttered, moving to push myself down when she gave me a hard squeeze.

"No, I just want you," she told me, hiking her leg. I throbbed in her grasp as I wiggled up to her, taking a hold of her leg to hold it up as she lined me up with her. "Fuck me," she told me, kicking the blankets off us as my tip nudged her slit. We let out a conjoined sigh of relief as I slipped inside her Her fingers squeezed the sheets as I hoisted her thigh up, squeezing it and huffing into her neck.

"Oh god..." I muttered, biting my lip. Amy squealed and arched her back, her thighs quivering as I thrust into her. My knot pressed against her lips and she turned her head back to look at me.

"No knot...still sore," she said, grinning at me. "From yesterday."

I laughed and kissed her cheek. "That was your fault," I playfully scolded her. "You wanted to get knotted three times in a row."

"What can I say," she laughed, grinning and sticking her tongue out at him as she gasped. "I like a fat knot."

"Guess we're both lucky then," I huffed, squeezing her a bit harder as I thrust into her. She was warm, and her muscles grasped me with each thrust I made into her. Her tail whipped my side, wagging furiously as we loved one another in my bed.

"God..." she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. I huffed and bit my lip, already feeling myself close to finish, her lower lips squeezing me tightly. I grit my teeth, and her hand squeezed my hip. "Cum in me," she whispered, having learned my tells.

I thrust one last time, pressing my knot against her lips and unloading myself into her, the Dalmatian squealing. I licked at her neck, playing with her sensitive skin as she writhed against me. My warmth filled her and started spilling back along my length as we panted to catch out breath.

"So...should I say thank you?" she asked, looking back at me and grinning as I sighed and shook my head.

"I mean, I was gonna say you're welcome anyway," I teased, the Dalmatian laughing as I pulled her close, slipping out of her and slowly sliding back into my sheath.

"Ass."

I squeezed hers. She laughed and I wrapped my arm around her stomach, pulling her close as she used my arm as a pillow. I kissed her neck.

We might not be dating, but I loved that could be intimate.