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Niv stood at the counter in a t-shirt and sleep pants, an array of sliced meats, cheeses, and other fixings spread out before him as he assembled a pair of sandwiches. Mela sat quietly in similar dress, legs crossed and elbows on the table, resting her chin on the back of her hand. She watched him patiently, sporting a cheeky grin.

Niv tilted a plate up for Mela to see, raising his eyebrows as he looked to her. She nodded her approval. He nodded back and finished up, then brought both plates to the table, setting his down first, then leaning in to kiss Mela on the forehead as he set hers. She held still, closing her eyes and scrunching her nose until he pulled away.

"Drink?" He said, straightening up.

"Cranberry juice?" She offered.

"Oooo, that's right." Niv replied, his ears perking up. "I forgot we had that." He padded over to the fridge and swung both doors open. "Yeeessss." He said to himself, pulling the large jug of juice off the shelf and setting it on the counter. He opened a nearby cabinet and grabbed two tall glasses, filling them both then placing the jug back in the fridge. He carried the drinks to the table, careful not to spill any.

"Fnks." Mela said through a mouthful of sandwich. Chin still on her hand, she watched Niv sit and start to take a bite of his own sandwich, his mouth agape as he stopped, having noticed her staring. His eyes darted back and forth.

"What?" he finally asked.

"Nothing." She said, still staring. Still grinning.

"O... kay..." He said meekly with a furrowed brow, unconvinced. He wiped his hand across his face, checking for whatever she might be staring at, but found nothing. Her grin widened into a proper smile of amusement, but for only a moment. She gave him respite by turning her attention to her food, and they ate peacefully for a time.

Once her plate and glass were empty, Mela resumed her pose just as Niv took a bite. Before giving him the opportunity to notice, she took advantage of her crossed legs to gently brush the top of her foot, raised as it was, against his leg beneath the table. He shifted, thinking it an itch, but she was adamant. She pressed more firmly against him, rubbing her foot slowly up and down his calf waiting for him to catch on.

He froze in place, frowning as he processed the sensation. His eyes widened and darted up to Mela. She stared back at him with that now devious grin again, eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He felt the back-and-forth on his leg take longer upward strokes, wandering higher and further inland. To the knee, up and over, the inner thigh, in a matter of seconds, until lastly...

"What's this?" Mela said, raising an eyebrow and pressing her spread-out toes firmly against Niv's crotch, the thin fabric of his pants offering pitiful resistance. Niv considered calling her out for the terrible joke, and potentially ruining the mood, but the current fondling of his nethers was very distracting. She'd begun tilting her foot gingerly back and forth. Her blatant approach made the issue very apparently moot anyway.

"Can I... Can I finish eating?" Niv asked, almost as if seeking permission. He tried to sit up a bit, but that only pushed him further into Mela's foot.

"_I'm_not stopping you." She said, knowing full well she was. She pushed in again, then clenched her toes, grabbing and squeezing at him.

"Are you really gonna-" Niv stopped himself mid-sentence. "Never mind." Of course she was. His face getting warm and his tail swinging slowly side to side with frustration, he tried to go back to eating his sandwich. Tried to ignore the toes pushing his junk around. Tried to ignore the increasing difficulty it presented to those toes as it swelled and stiffened.

Above the table, Mela relished every little adjustment Niv made as he attempted to surreptitiously accommodate each new poke and prod. But as much fun as it was to bully and tease him, she had to admit it meant waiting longer for the real prize. On top of that, it was starting to backfire, as her own pants were getting a little cramped. It was time for an exit.

"Alright." She said in a conceding tone, pulling her foot abruptly away. "You've been a good sport, I'll stop." She stood and stretched, turning in an effort to conceal her own excitement and attempt to readjust herself in secret. "My leg was getting stiff anyway."

"Uh huh." Niv responded with a facetious nod, having noticed more than just her leg was stiff. He gave her a knowing smirk as he chewed, but thanked his fortune for the opportunity to cool off. She pretended not to notice. "M'olmss'dun..." He said with a hint of pleading, casually shoving the last bit of sandwich into his already full mouth. Mela stared at him, blinking a few times.

"I've never been more aroused than in this very moment." she managed to say with a straight face, her tail swishing lazily. Though not entirely sarcastic; it did give her a few... _encouraging_thoughts.

Niv swallowed with effort before retorting with a grin. "So I noticed." He avoided looking at her as he spoke, instead reaching for his drink and slamming the last of it back. His features soured a moment at the tart overload, obscuring the brief change in Mela's expression from being caught.

She'd have to go on the offensive again now. She stepped in and leant heavily on the table. Niv was forced backward in his seat as Mela's face came in close, their noses only inches apart. Pale, icy blue eyes bored into him with paralyzing intensity.

"Then maybe..." She started with a low, gentle tone, "...you have a better way..." She paused, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, "..._to _hide it_?_"

Niv's face felt hotter now as he stared, wide eyed and speechless. With nothing left to hold, and his focus now utterly shattered, he couldn't hide the involuntary shaking anymore. The tip of his tail flicked furiously back and forth in a futile attempt to exercise the anxiety. Mela's eyes wandered down hungrily, and she saw what she'd done.

"Oh sweetie, no." Her tone and expression turned sympathetic as she knelt beside his chair. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry." She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. "I was just horny, I didn't mean to upset you. I should have noticed sooner." She said, making a pouty face and squeezing him.

"I'm sorry, I tried so hard. I didn't want to spoil your fun." He said, dropping his hand onto her shoulder, still shaking. "I almost made it, but I wasn't ready for that last bit." He tapped her shoulder and she released him, still making that face as she looked at him. "Oh stop." He smiled and laughed.

"This is in no way meant to reflect on you," Niv said, "but please excuse me while I throw up." He darted over to the counter, bending over the sink with a loud " HUEGH", amplified by the basin as he heaved up his guts. Mela walked over and rubbed a hand across his back as he coughed and spat. Two, three, four times until his stomach was convinced everything had been purged. Sore, his eyes red and glossy with tears, he was left with labored breath and an awful taste in his mouth. But at least the effort left him too exhausted to shake anymore as he propped himself up on his elbows. He turned his head to look up at Mela.

"Am I still sexy?" He said with a scratchy voice before having a coughing fit. Or laughing. It was difficult to tell, even with the sarcastic grin. Mela gave him a sympathetic smile, trying not to laugh as she wiped his face with wet paper towel.

"I'm sure you are." Mela returned the humor.

"Aawww..." Niv slouched, feigning disappointment, though his grin was persistent.

"I'll still take you to bed, sweetie." She said. "But no fun, you need rest."

"Uugh..." Niv rested his head on his arm. "You may have to carry me."

"You joke, but don't think I won't." Mela said firmly, planting her fists on her hips.

"You know what, then? Fuck it." He said, reaching an arm toward Mela and grabbing at the air between them. "Take me away giant lady."

"Come to mama." Mela bent down under his arm, cradling his back and hooking under his knees. With a "hup" she lifted him like it was nothing.

"My hero." Niv said with a tired voice. He grabbed on to her with both arms, straightening a leg and pointing his toes. She navigated the doorways with ease and they were upstairs in no time, though he'd already begun to doze off. "You know," He said thoughtfully, "sometimes I forget just how strong you are."

They arrived at the bedroom, Mela setting Niv on his side of the bed.

"You're always so gentle." He seemed to be speaking more to himself at this point, undressing and climbing under the covers. He curled up and closed his eyes as Mela kissed his forehead.

"But... I guess that takes a lot of strength too."