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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. :3

Love Is... A dream coming true, no matter how it happens.

"It would, Emmy..."

Almost five minutes had passed since Martin's unexpected arrival, and those were the first words to have left either of the pair since they embraced. Still they held on to one another tightly, the collie and vixen wrapped up in one another's arms in the centre of the kitchen as tears ran freely down their cheeks. Despite all that emotion though, not a word had been said to let Emma know what her boyfriend thought about what he'd heard her saying. Not a word... until now.

Sniffing and raising her head from Martin's shoulder, a small patch of moisture visible on the surface of his crisp white shirt where her tears had pooled, Emma looked into her lover's soft blue eyes. Her own green hues were filled with fearful anticipation and uncertainty, and for every moment they spent staring at the collie Emma had to find a world of effort and willpower just to hold herself together. She silently begged him to continue; to tell her what it was that he meant by that short, whispered comment. What it was that he was feeling, one way or the other!

"Having a kid with you, Emma, it... it would make me happy. Shit, what am I saying? Happy? It would make me the happiest, proudest man on the planet."

Emma's heart broke, not with sorrow but with abject joy! She sobbed loudly, half weeping, half laughing as the strong canine arms wrapped around her midriff squeezed tightly.

"I want us to be a family, Emmy. I... I've been thinking about it so much lately, but I was scared. I knew I should have just asked you, but..."

Before the collie could ramble too much and tongue-tie himself, Emma silenced him by gently pressing her muzzle against his own. They kissed tenderly, the lip-lock long but infinitely soft and mild in nature. Tongues barely entered into it, and it was a world away from the fierce, frantic kissing that they shared during their more carnal moments. Nevertheless, it was still passionate to the extreme. No matter how physically intense or not, the lovers put their heart and soul into that intimate smooch, and their bodies reaped the wonderful reward as endorphins flooded their body with yet more joyous delight.

By the time the kiss broke off, both Martin and Emma were weeping again. They were a different kind of tears though, born not of the same desperate eruption of emotions that had seized them before but instead of the joyous high carried between them by their now openly shared wishes and dreams. They began to laugh as the tears continued to stream down their cheeks, giddy as they looked at one another and realised what a huge decision they had just made together. Again they kissed, and they wept, and they laughed all at once, until finally their embrace descended into a sort of joyous dance around the kitchen!

Holding onto Emma's left paw, Martin swung his girlfriend around at arm's length before dragging her back into his arms and kissing her more firmly than before! She giggled, kissing back for but a moment before pulling away and dragging him over to the calendar on the other side of the room. There they embraced once again, and with a soft bump and a whimper the vixen found herself pinned back against the kitchen wall, Martin's tongue stealing its way into her muzzle as hers began to fight back.

"This is really happening, isn't it Emmy! Oh god, I love you so much!"

Martin didn't wait for a response as he delivered those two comments, the wild look in his eyes showing just how suddenly this feverish and passionate realisation had swept over him. It really wasn't just a dream anymore, or even a vague plan for the future. It was happening. They were actually thinking about starting a family then. Now!

He kissed Emma again, and only relented when he felt her pushing weakly at his chest, trying to hold him back without really wanting the collie to stop. Stop he did though, if only because hearing what Emma had to say seemed more important than ever given what she'd been saying when he walked in on her less than half an hour beforehand!

"Martin... I... I looked at the calendar today, and I realised t-that for the last four days, I haven't taken my pill. This weekend was so... y-you know, and these last few days I just didn't think about it."

The collie's eyes widened as he looked into Emma's beautiful face, a faraway grin spreading over his face as though he'd slipped into a daydream right in front of her eyes.

"Does that mean... c-could you be pregnant already?"

Emma blushed, shaking her head.

"N-no... at least, it's not likely. But... I just wanted you to know, t-that was why I started thinking about all this. That was why you caught me saying what I said. When I noticed that I'd forgotten to take them, I realised that I didn't want to start again. It felt like the time was right. I just didn't know how to tell you... h-how to let you know without scaring you, or acting like I expected anything."

The collie chuckled, wiping a tear from where it was resting just half-way down one of Emma's cheeks and sealing the spot where it had been with a kiss. A second kiss followed on her other cheek, then a third on her muzzle. It was almost thirty seconds before that one ended.

"I think you did a wonderful job of telling me, Emmy, even if you didn't know that I was listening."

Beaming, Emma slipped away from her boyfriend for a moment and padded over to one of the kitchen's counters. She placed the small pill bottle on top of it, and very deliberately let go of the small amber coloured container. A soft whimper of joy slipped through her lips at that moment, and a familiar pair of arms encircled her from behind. Martin held her, and kissed her fondly on the back of the neck.

"No more pills. No more condoms. It seems to me like we're going back to basics. Do you think I should keep it missionary only from now on?"

The vixen giggled at her lover's humour, elbowing him playfully in the ribs. Her mirth faded however as the paws with which he was caressing her sides slipped beneath the t-shirt she was wearing and encircled her belly. She trembled with delight as he stroked the flat surface of her stomach very slowly and deliberately, and squeezed her eyes tight shut as she felt fresh tears pricking at their corners. Never in her life had a single touch meant so much; exciting, emotional, life changing and terrifying all at once. He wasn't just holding her stomach, he was holding their baby. The baby they were going to make together.

Emma turned around, stepping back from Martin and raising a paw to indicate that he should restrain himself for just a few moments. The collie obeyed, albeit grudgingly at first, but his expression of curiosity and slight sorrow soon shifted as what the female was doing became clear. She lowered her paws to the hem of her t-shirt and began to pull it up, revealing her stomach, then her diaphragm, until it was being lifted up over her head and pulled free of her body entirely.

With a flourish Emma cast the t-shirt aside, and in a moment of inspiration also pulled free the bobble holding her hair in a pony-tail. It cascaded down around her shoulders freely, a light brown that contrasted surprisingly well with her burnished orange fur, and framed her smiling face. She glanced at Martin, the collie's expression one of a man who was either high on some extremely illegal substance or very much in love, and giggled.

"C'mere, sweetie..."

She gestured warmly to the collie, and shrieked with laughter as he almost fell over his feet trying to get to her as quickly as possible. When he did reach her a few seconds later though his first act wasn't to embrace her, but to drop to his knees. Emma cocked her head curiously for a moment, but soon realised what her lover was doing. She giggled again, blushing and squirming on the spot as the male began to fondle and kiss her bare, exposed belly. He seemed not to have noticed that after changing from her work clothes she'd chosen not to wear a bra, and that a handful of inches above the top of his head two perky breasts were every bit as exposed as the vixen's stomach. All that mattered was that portion of his girlfriend which could quite possibly swell with life the next time that they made love.

"Oh god, Emmy..."

The next time Martin looked up from her midriff, he was teary eyed and grinning wildly again. His voice was high and strained, and as his paws began to fumble with the buttons of her jeans Emma realised that whatever had just occurred to Martin, it was really getting to him.

"I... I can try to get you pregnant."

For a few moments the vixen simply smiled and nodded. Only then did she really take a moment to think about what her lover was saying, and subsequently found her own body beginning to quiver in the same way that Martin's voice had. It was amazing that she hadn't thought of it that way already herself. Sure she knew that he could get her pregnant now, but she knew that from a chemical point of view, from the absence of her pills! What he was clearly implying was a more physical approach; a fact not of her internal chemistry but of their shared biology.

He could try to get her pregnant. Right then and there, he could try to get her pregnant! All they had to do was do what came so very naturally to them as lovers, and they might actually have a chance at making a baby!

Emma found her paws stroking Martin's hair as he plucked feverishly at the buttons of her jeans, prising them open one by one and promptly pulling them down from the vixen's crotch. She heard him whimper in joy, and knew that he'd finally noticed her lack of underwear. Any underwear, top or bottom.

"Emma... p-please..."

The vixen found her boyfriend looking up at her as she glanced downward, his bright blue eyes so alive with emotion and desire that it made her blush just to look into them. Never before had she felt so loved and so very wanted on all levels of her being. It was an intoxicating feeling in itself, to be craved like a drug by the one fur in all the world you felt the very same strength of feeling for, and one that Emma was powerless to resist.

"Come upstairs with me, Martin. I-If we're going to do this, then we're going to do it properly. Come to bed... and we can start trying."

The vixen shrieked as Martin let loose a howl of joy that was all his own, sweeping forward even as he rose to his feet and snatching Emma up off her feet. He wasn't unfit, but had this afternoon been any less of an adrenaline roller-coaster Emma didn't know if her boyfriend would have been capable of carrying her as easily as he managed to at that moment. She was glad he could though, because with her jeans still dangling down around her ankles it would have been hard for her to follow had Martin just grabbed her by the paw and tried to lead her upstairs.

Somehow Emma kicked loose her jeans on the stairwell, and so by the time they made it to the bedroom she was busy trying to unbutton her lover's shirt and undo his tie all at once. It became that much easier a task when together they fell onto their bed, Martin lying back and beginning to work at his shirt of his own accord whilst Emma transferred her attentions to his lower half. She pulled off his leather belt, whipping it free from around his waist and tossing it aside with a heated whimper. Then it was simply a matter of buttons and a zipper, followed by that extra layer of underwear that she hadn't made it necessary for Martin to deal with.

She pulled down his trousers and boxer briefs all at once, not wishing to draw out this pre-coital anticipation any more than she had to! His cock sprang forward as it was pulled free of its fabric bonds, a strand of thick pre-cum arcing through the air almost instantly and lashing the male's fluffy white stomach as he let slip a groan of desire. He cast aside his shirt and tie just as Emma pulled his trousers free from around his ankles, and thus the two lovers regarded one another's naked bodies as they prepared themselves both physically and mentally for this first attempt at bringing new life into the world!

"Martin..."

Emma crawled up to where her lover lay, straddling him and whimpering loudly as he groped her breasts. His fingers darted over her nipples and set her body afire with lust at their very touch, but the vixen couldn't help noticing that Martin's digits were trembling even more than her own body was.

"... I think you should be on top, Martin. I... I heard that it's better this way. Your cum, it... it'll get deeper if I'm underneath you!"

A moment later the vixen was yelping in joyous shock as Martin threw his body to the right and rolled them violently over, pinning Emma beneath him with a haggard, breathless growl.

"Emma, I..."

The vixen cut him off, shaking her head.

"Please Martin, p-put it in first. Say whatever you want, just... j-just don't stop. "

Martin's face flushed, but he nodded rapidly. His lover all but sobbed with relief, and as his body shifted into a more appropriate position the collie felt Emma's paws coming to rest on his buttocks. Her body was hunched over beneath him, legs raised and locked around his back, allowing the vixen to present herself to his raging erection. He groaned loudly, biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes tightly.

"Emma!!"

She screamed back at him, wild with lust, love and pleasure even though he'd barely touched her yet!

"Oh god, Martin! D-do it! M-make me a mommy!"

The collie whined loudly, and drove his shaft forward as he felt it brush against the unmistakably warm, ever so slightly moist flesh of Emma's nether-lips. He sank into her with a fevered cry, but his was nothing compared to the shriek of abject rapture which escaped the female's own lips.

"Emma, I... I c-can't..."

Martin shook his head, eyes flying open as he felt a wave of pleasure crash over him. He yelped in unwanted but undeniable ecstasy, and as his cock throbbed violently within the female's hot, damp depths Emma finally saw the expression on his face for what it was. Not a desperate need to make love to her; not a frenzied need for satisfaction, driving him slowly mad as he waited. Quite the opposite in fact. He was trying to tell her that he was too horny, that all of this was driving him beyond madness!

She whimpered in a combination of sorrow and reassurance.

"Ohh Marty..."

He whined one last time, and shuddered violently as for the first time in his life he learned the true meaning of 'too quick on the trigger'. Pleasure flooded his body as the combination of all he'd learned, felt and seen in this short period of time overwhelmed him completely. He came hard, spilling his seed into the female's treasure not twenty seconds after entering it, and without delivering so much as a single proper thrust to help pleasure her.

Emma clung to her lover as he spilled his seed inside her, moaning softly in pleasure and arousal as his cock throbbed and his hot, sticky essence flooded her needy depths, but not experiencing the orgasmic euphoria which they had both doubtlessly been expecting her to be feeling at this moment of Martin's own climax. She held his head against her shoulder with one paw as the other caressed his lower back, feeling the male humping helplessly at her nether regions as he came and hearing his low, pitiful whimpers of combined pleasure and shame.

The worst thing about it was that Emma couldn't have cared less if Martin came too soon. With everything that had happened to them over the last hour, all the tears and secrets and joyous revelations that had been shared and reciprocated, she hadn't expected either of them to manage anything like a decent night's stamina! Had he lasted as long as her they might only have been making love for a few minutes; even at a slow, relatively tame pace! The fact he'd cum prematurely... it wasn't shocking or scandalous by any stretch of the imagination. It was just a sign of how much his heart and mind had invested in the feelings they'd shared, making his body all but incapable of bearing the overwhelming knowledge of the task it had been given to perform.

But already Emma knew that Martin wouldn't see it that way, and that nothing she could say to the collie would truly make him feel better about what he was doing. He'd be embarrassed, and ashamed, and probably think that she was just being nice when she told him that it didn't matter, even if that was the gods honest truth from her perspective!

"E-Emmy..."

Martin had stopped shaking, and already she could feel him softening within her. It was over.

The collie raised his head, but just a split second after making eye contact with Emma's warm eyes and sympathetic smile he looked away from her, frowning shamefully.

"I... I'm so sorry, Emmy. I tried to tell you, but... I couldn't hold it. Everything you said, everything we said... I've been dreaming of this for months, a-and now that it's happening I just feel so... so..."

Emma stroked one of Martin's cheeks with the back of one paw, and persisted even after he tried to jerk his head away from her tender touch.

"...overwhelmed?"

The female's suggestion hung in the air for almost ten seconds before Martin sighed heavily and nodded. He pulled away from her body, embarrassed and even a little angry with himself as his shrinking, softening pink shaft pulled free from Emma's no doubt still needy treasure. Normally if he came before she did his first act would be to bury his muzzle or paw between her legs and finish her off, but today that all seemed so pointless. After all, those things couldn't help get her pregnant. Pleasure couldn't either for that matter... but it would certainly have made it all so much better.

Martin pulled himself over to the side of the bed and sat in silence, legs hanging down over the edge and eyes staring over at one of the pictures hanging on their bedroom wall. It was a painting Martin had commissioned for Emma's birthday last year, showing the hill upon which they'd had their first date at sunrise. The photo upon which it was based was downstairs in a frame, but Emma had always talked about wishing she could see a sight like that whenever she woke up. She'd been so happy when he gave her that gift, and she'd told Martin that he always knew how to make her dreams come true.

Today, right then and there, that memory seemed very distant to the collie.

"Martin?"

Emma's arms encircled the male from behind, stroking his lean chest as her naked form pressed up against his back.

"Come back to bed with me. I know you'll probably think I'm speaking crap, but... I don't care that you came earlier than you expected. What I care about is not being able to lie in my boyfriend's arms when he's just made love to me. When right now his sperm might be getting ready to penetrate one of my eggs, and I might be on the verge of becoming a mother to be with his child."

A soft whimper escaped the collie, and he turned his head to look at Emma.

"T-that's not fair, Emmy. You can't pretend it doesn't matter to you. How are you gonna feel if you do get pregnant, and you'll always know that your first child was conceived before you'd had a chance to even think about what was happening? You'll never know what its like to have that perfect feeling... to know that because of one beautiful night, you got a child to love and cherish for the rest of your life. Never."

Emma's paws withdrew from the male's body, not slowly and gradually retreating, but drawing back sharply. The collie shook his head, sighing again, and...

" Oww!"

...the vixen slapped him across the face, hard!

Martin wheeled around, staring in astonishment at his girlfriend as he clutched his cheek. Her face was twisted with frustration and anger, her eyes a pair of burning coals, and she was weeping freely.

"How dare you, Martin?!"

She shook her head, gesturing violently at the male as he sat, stunned before her.

"How dare you sit there and tell me that I won't be happy with my child! All I want... all I could ever ask for is to have a child with you, and I don't care when or how it happens!! I... I love you so much, and I'm gonna love our kid too, no matter how she's brought into this world. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let her dad think that to me she's anything but the perfect little miracle I know she will be!! You think I care how I get pregnant? You think that having candles and roses and a multiple goddamn orgasm on the night you make me pregnant is going to make me feel like a better mother, or to cherish the night my child was conceived more?! Well fuck you, Martin! Fuck you!!"

The vixen fell silent for a moment, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She glared at Martin, his own eyes damp now and his bottom lip trembling like a child caught doing something he'd already been told explicitly was wrong. He knew he'd made a mistake in saying what he'd said, he'd known it from the moment Emma laid a paw on him, and now it was eating him alive with regret. Before he could try to speak up though, whether to apologise or to try and back out of what he'd said, Emma spoke once again.

"Now listen to me carefully. You're going to do exactly what I say, and you aren't going to say a word until you've done it."

Martin opened his muzzle to agree, but closed it again almost instantly. He nodded, and the vixen continued.

"You are going to get back into this bed, and hold me. You're going to hold me in your arms, and not let go. Not for a second! B-because believe it or not, Martin, this is the happiest day of my life. I love you so damn much, and today you've told me that you love me enough to have a child with me! So no matter how quickly you cum, or how much of a dumbass you are thinking that I give a damn about stuff like that, I want you to hold me, and kiss me, and... and do whatever you damn well please with me."

Falling silent once again, the vixen shuffled away from Martin and back towards the top of the bed. He watched as she got half-way under the covers, her torso, bare breasts and beautiful, tearstained face still exposed, and sat there looking back at him. For a few moments he didn't move, but then slowly but surely began to work his way up the bed as his cheeks flushed pink and his naked body quivered with nerves.

He slid under the covers beside Emma, and nervously slid an arm around her back. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and in spite of all the friction and anger that had passed between them in the last few minutes Martin couldn't help flash a brief, instinctual smile. His other arm had barely touched her right flank before she rolled over towards him, into his embrace, and threw her own arms around his body.

"Hold me, Martin. Just... just hold me."

The collie did so, and slowly but surely began to feel less awkward, less embarrassed, and more and more guilty for how he'd behaved. Pulling away from her like that at a time like this... that was far worse than his premature ejaculation! And for her to ask nothing more of him than this... oh god... what a woman.

"Emmy..."

Martin felt the vixen trembling against him as he held her more and more tightly, and realised after a few moments why that was. She was crying. Not weeping, but properly crying.

"Oh Emmy, I'm so sorry..."

She whimpered loudly, pulling back from his embrace and shaking her head violently. It was only when it stopped shaking that he was able to see the smile spread over her face, the smile lighting up her gorgeous features as she sobbed joyously.

"I... I told you, Martin. This is a dream come true for me, n-no matter how it happens. So no being sorry. No trying to be perfect, or being angry or ashamed if something doesn't go quite how you planned it, or a-anything but happy for that matter. Not today. Just... hold me. Hold me, a-and love me, and be the sweet, wonderful goof I know you'll be to our child. That's all I ask."

The collie blushed, and pulled Emma down close to his body once again.

"I'll do my best..."

His voice was but a whisper, his muzzle edging ever closer to the vixen's own until they were mere millimetres apart, poised and ready for a tender kiss.

"For you, and for our kid, f-from now on... I'll always do my best."

By Jeeves