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Love is not something that everyone finds easy to show, or to find. But me... I... well, I love it. :3 To show that, this series of short, single-scene stories is all about the many aspects of love.

Love Is... Cuddling, and wishing for nothing more.

"C'mere, beautiful..."

Emma giggled, shoving her boyfriend playfully as he tried to pull her into his arms.

"Shut up."

She swiftly relented though, not only allowing herself to be drawn into a tight embrace by the collie but absolutely relishing it. Martin wasn't a muscle-bound powerhouse or a stick thin waif, and Emma adored him for that very reason. He was warm, he was soft, and he was so very cuddly. It wasn't the embrace she objected to, but rather the compliments he insisted on beginning them with. They made her red in the face, and awoke in her heart a strong desire to pin the male against the nearest hard surface and kiss him until he was too breathless to utter another word. Maybe that wouldn't have been so bad if it was only the occasional time here and there, but with the frequency that he said those affectionate things to her they'd never get anything else done!

The collie appeared not the slightest bit off-put by the female's adverse reaction to his compliments though. He knew that she was accepting them really, that she knew he really did find her to be the most gorgeous creature on earth. But if she told him that... well, it would seem immodest, and despite her self-confidence Emma hated big-headedness above almost all other traits. So she kept on refuting his fond words, and he kept on laying them upon her with greater and greater enjoyment.

"Mmm... make me, hot stuff."

Raising her eyebrows, Emma snorted with laughter and placed a paw on the male's bare chest, running her fingers through his thick, fluffy fur.

"Hot stuff?! When did you last use that line?"

Before Martin could answer though, she kissed him. Their muzzles met gently, but from there the kiss blossomed and grew. At first it was just the most tender touches of lips on lips, meeting and parting like sand against an incoming tide. Martin's hands were already wrapped around Emma's back, but as they let their muzzles linger together for longer and longer, tongues slipping out between parted teeth and grappling briefly with that of their companion, he tightened his grip on the vixen. She whimpered softly in response, and the paw on Martin's chest slid lower. It ran down over his fuzzy white belly, lean but with a slight, healthy rise. The descent halted there for just a moment, then continued, fingers darting down beneath the waistband of his grey cotton boxer-briefs. Soon they were submerged in the fabric completely, and over the following few seconds Emma slipped her entire paw into her lover's underwear.

Through their now heated kiss, Martin groaned softly. His eyes, the soft blue barely visible behind half-closed lids as he began to lose himself in the moment, fluttered open, and one of his own hands moved to rest upon Emma's crotch-bound wrist. Her own green hues opened too, meeting his with a look of interest. They continued to kiss for a few more seconds, then reluctantly parted... for a little while at least.

"But... you asking me to cuddle, I thought..."

Martin shook his head, and the vixen fell silent. Her cheeks were pink beneath their distinctive orange fur, and her eyes were twinkling in a combination of bashful delight and a warm, almost peaceful gratitude.

"Not yet, anyway. If you want to... you know I can't get enough of you. But right now, let's not. A cuddle is all that I need. All I want, so long as it's with you."

Glowing even more brightly in the face, Emma gently extracted her paw from the male's boxers and laid it across the middle of his torso instead. She slipped one of her bare legs over his, entwining them below the knee, and pulled herself even closer to his fluffy body. Martin returned these fresh affections just as liberally as the vixen had seen fit to give them out. He ran his paws down her back and around her flanks, feeling the soft flesh beneath the silky fur which covered his lover's body. She was at her sexiest when naked, but it was hard to find a time she looked cuter than when Emma was just wearing her underwear. Nothing special at all, just a white bra and matching panties. But with those more intimate areas of her body hidden away and all the beauty of her form remaining on view, she was the most innocent and heavenly sight to her boyfriend's eyes.

They held one another tightly, saying nothing nor indeed wishing to. Every so often a paw would move to a new location to stroke, or simply to embrace their partner from a slightly different angle. The leg which Emma had coiled around Martin rubbed its footpaw up and down the male's calf, not trying to tease, just to touch for the sake and the joy of touching. The collie meanwhile had relocated his hands around his lover's waist, and was gently rubbing her tail-base in a way that while completely non-sexual made Emma growl and murmur happily. All the side to side wagging their tails did either through emotion or as a simple biological process as they walked meant the muscles which controlled the motion of that fifth limb were in near constant motion, and at times of rest like this receiving a gentle massage to those overworked body parts felt absolutely wonderful.

"I love you, Marty..."

Emma nuzzled her way under the male's chin, resting her head on his left shoulder and her muzzle against his neck. With one paw gently scratching behind the collie's ears, a placid, vacant grin on his face and one of his footpaws twitching happily every ten seconds or so as a result, her remaining hand rose from where it had been resting across Martin's chest. It floated across ever so slightly, just an inch or two in the air, and came to rest above the male's heart. Emma pushed through the soft, thick fur covering that area, closing her eyes and feeling for what she knew would be there.

She gasped, shivering from head to toe as she felt it. His heart wasn't at rest, slow and steady as might have been expected during so relaxing an activity as a simple cuddle. Deep down though she knew the reason his heart was racing, and just thinking about it made hers race too. Martin's heart was pounding because of what she'd just said to him... even though she'd said it so many times before. She knew that because the same thing happened to her each and every time he said it too.

"Emmy, you gorgeous thing..."

The vixen giggled, knowing full well that Martin had said that deliberately to bait her. She shifted position against him, untangling her leg and retrieving both her paws before hoisting herself up on her arms momentarily. Emma's lithe form slid over Martin completely, and as she set herself down again she did so entirely atop the collie's body. Her legs straddled either side of his waist, and as she sank closer and closer to him his wide, joy filled eyes and grinning muzzle grew ever nearer to her own.

Their muzzles met, and as Martin wrapped his arms around Emma's back once again he rolled sharply to his right. The vulpine female squealed, but didn't break the deep, playful kiss that was passing back and forth between them, both furs fighting to be the one in control. Her lover's body came to rest as hers had been just seconds before, his weight actually rather pleasant bearing gently down upon her. She laced her legs around his once more, and let slip a slight moan of enjoyment as she felt his erection resting against her own crotch.

It would have been so easy to start pleasuring him, the vixen needing to do nothing more than roll her hips up against Martin's own to begin what would doubtlessly be the start of a fun and playful sexual encounter between them. No matter how easy it may have been though, she held back. Sex was great, and their sex was beyond great, it was the best she'd ever had! But then, so was this. Never in her life, not even on the two occasions prior to this when she'd been in love with someone, had Emma been able to just lie down and snuggle for any length of time. A few minutes before sex, sure, and another couple after. With Martin though, they'd spent hours just lying in one another's arms. On the couch, in the park on weekends, and of course in bed. He was even more of a cuddle-monster than she was, and Emma adored the collie for it.

Staring up into Martin's eyes while their tongues danced and their chests rose and fell with short, shallow breaths against one another, Emma found herself falling in love with the male all over again. A new wave of the same, overwhelming, fear inducing need to be with him, the crushing aches that came when he wasn't around, and the butterflies that rose up when he was cascaded through the vixen's body. She whimpered softly, breaking the kiss only to strike out at his lips again with fresh passion.

With no end in sight the two furs drew together more tightly than ever, kissing and holding onto one another with the same deep longing and affection which had drawn them to bed at barely seven thirty in the evening. At around eight, the phone rang. No longer kissing, just cuddling and talking together, neither Emma nor Martin even acknowledged hearing it.

By nine, the light beginning to fade outside their bedroom window, the pair were lying on their sides and entwined more intimately than ever. The vixen's legs were wrapped around her boyfriend's waist so tightly that a casual observer might have thought they'd finally given in and begun to make love. They were both still wearing what little clothes they'd begun the evening with though, and despite still toying with one another's lips the lovers' heart rates had settled back down to a slower resting rate.

At ten thirty that night Martin pulled the covers up around them and they stopped kissing. Emma rolled over onto her back once more, the collie still resting atop her, and they lay in one another's arms in the silent dusk.

Together, they slept.

By Jeeves