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"Haru, you know I would never do anything to deliberately hurt you, right?"

The white rabbit turned over to prop herself up on her elbow and look at him. She had been cuddled with her back to his chest, and both of them had put their undergarments back on. Louis wasn't the type to leave right afterwards. Even though they weren't officially dating, the sentimental actor put on airs as if they were, sometimes. Haru wondered briefly if Legoshi would have bolted out of sheer confusion or embarrassment, had she managed to seduce him. It wouldn't have been on purpose, she was very sure.

Thinking about Legoshi again, huh? A teasing side of her mind said. It had the feel of one of her peers mocking her.

Oh stuff it, she thought.

"Haru?" he asked, wary of her silence.

Oh right.

"What's got you so worried all of a sudden?" the little rabbit asked softly.

"It's just ..." he rubbed at the base of his antlers. "I think it's very likely when I hit my next rut, I'm going to ..." he didn't finish the sentence.

"Louis, isn't it well-established that this is an open relationship? Or not even a relationship," she laughed lightly. "It's not going anywhere. You're free to do as you like, and I'm not sure why you're suddenly having this pseudo-attack of conscience."

He stroked her puffy cheek.

"You like to act aloof," he said in his best stage whisper. "And yet you're not meeting my eyes when you say it."

The little lagomorph pouted, and Louis smiled, teasing that she was cute when she did that.

"All right, all right," she huffed, "We're maybe a little more than 'Friends With Benefits.' But I'm still not going to try to control anything you do."

"I wasn't accusing you of that," he shook his head a little, antler getting caught on the pillow.

She laughed and started to help him detangle it.

As they were both giggling and grasping at the silken corners her knuckles brushed his. He caught her hand, pressed his big black nose into her palm and then kissed it, making her blush.

"I just feel there's a certain girl who might make a move on me when I go into that period ..."

"Well there are certainly girls low enough to do such a thing," the rabbit said with a sneer.

"Weren't you just saying you were all right with that?" He teased her again.

"I'm not concerned about what you choose for yourself," she said quickly, "I'm talking about the fact that you won't be able to resist. I ask you, how is that different from going for someone who's drunk? I don't see the difference."

"Huh," the deer delicately traced along her side and curves. "I never thought of it that way."

"Really?" she raised an eyebrow. "Well, I may be a-what's it called-"

"Induced ovulator," he supplied. He had gotten high marks in biology, not that he cared much about the subject. He had to maintain good grades to be a Beastar candidate.

"Right. My species may have no real designated time to be horny, though hares are a bit of a different story," she chuckled, "but even if I have no experience with it, looking from the outside, that's how it comes across to me."

"I guess it's just not as huge a deal to deer," he shrugged against her, and she pressed her neck to his shoulder.

"Well allow me to feel a little protective of you that way, if you please," she joked.

"That's adorable. The little rabbit, protective of her fellow prey. Hm, so you really do think of it as being preyed upon, sort of?"

"I guess when you live the life I do, you tend to just project that onto a lot of situations? That's my best guess anyway."

"Well, I think among wolves it's more like that," he said thoughtfully. "Since their females are the ones that go into throes of passion while in heat, rather than the males."

"That ... makes sense... I guess?" she grimaced.

"Still don't like it?"

"No. Why should you get less consideration just because you're male?"

"Consideration," he laughed, "My dear, we like having the excuse. Or, I'd say, most deer guys do. I'm kind of self conscious about it myself."

"So! I'm kind of right to worry," she said triumphantly, slapping at his belly.

"I suppose. But, no real harm done, right? I can't get pregnant, like a wolf."

"As if that's the only reason you'd want to refuse!" she said indignantly. "Even the infamous Haru doesn't go to bed with every guy who asks, you know! And it's nothing to do with the risk. Sometimes I'm just not into a guy."

"Well I can assure you I will be very much into whoever should ask."

"Drunk," she repeated. "Like beer goggles."

He slipped his hands under her knees and pulled her closer. "I adore how you care about me."

"I could say the same thing," she said. "Almost a shame we're not together, huh? But it's not just you, you know. I benefit from being free to my own devices, too." she winked.

"I'm glad you're both caring and open-minded," he stroked her knee. "Not a combination you see in many people."

"Well if you want to know the secret," she leaned in conspiratorially, "most rabbits are polyamorous. It's just they try very hard to conform to monogamy."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. In some cases, like that Harlequin girl, it's to try to preserve rare traits, and I guess I can understand that." She shrugged. "I don't particularly care about the Harlequins. But it would be a shame to lose the Amami species trait, with their cute tiny heads. The Tehuantepec hares have persecution in their history that causes them to flock together. But me personally, I'm rather enamored with the striped Sumatrans! I hear they're even less harassed by predators simply because people associate them with tigers. Dang, that would be nice to have kids who don't have to deal with what I do."

Despite the earlier bent of the conversation, Louis' heart stirred with envy.

"All that aside. I've about had it up to here with my fellow common-coated rabbits who are afraid to stand up and say, 'you know what, screw you foxes and swans using your own monoamory orientation and presuming to set the tone for every other species as if you're superior to us.' I guess I don't say it aloud that much ... just hope my actions speak for themselves."

"So was I wrong?" Louis asked, interest piqued. "Are you really not bothered whenever I go around with other girls?"

"Polyamorous people also experience jealousy and hurt," she said matter-of-factly.

"Hm."

"Those that act on their natural orientation either learn how to deal with it maturely, or accept chaos as part of their life," she half-smiled. "I'm kind of in between, I guess."

"Well nothing's chaotic right now," he wrapped his arms around her. "I always feel at peace when I'm with you."

"Awwww." her ears went all the way down self-consciously. "I guess I just find peace elsewhere."

"Oh?"

Crestfallen, he tried to imagine what sort of guy did put her at peace.

"Yeah, when I'm with you, hun, no peace for me, I'm itching for the next round," she grinned the widest grin her little incisor-dominated half-toothless mouth could manage.

He burst out laughing.