Co-Workers Ch. 5
#5 of Co-Workers
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." She awoke to feel Bryan kiss her cheek, and she let out a contented sigh. "Merry Christmas to you too, love," she replied, leaning up to give him a tender kiss. "Did you sleep well?"
"I always do with you in my arms." He smiled. "And you?"
"Always with you, as well. Especially with how well you tire me out night after night." She winked playfully at him. "And while you are the best gift I could ever have wanted, I am quite eager to open those presents you've left me under the tree, and see you open the ones I have for you. Shall we?"
"I'd be delighted, love." He took her hand and helped her out of bed, then draped her robe over her shoulders, put on his shorts and shirt and went out with him into the living room. The lights on the Christmas tree they had put up together winked merrily, casting multicolored shapes all over the walls and ceiling, as well as the carefully-wrapped presents underneath the tree. "Allow me," Bryan said, walking to the tree and picking up a box, then handing it to her. She tore off the wrapping with her claws and opened the box- and pulled out the exquisitely beautiful silk kimono-style houserobe inside. "Bryan, this is beautiful!" she exclaimed.
"There's more to it, sweetheart." He grinned. "Look in the pocket."
She reached inside and pulled out two long pieces of paper. "Tickets? To... oh my! 'Shades of Grey'! Bryan, that play has been booked solid for months! I tried everything to get tickets! Please don't tell me you paid the two thousand dollars the scalpers were demanding!"
"Oh, not at all. I just called in a couple favors owed to me, that's all. I knew you wanted to see it."
She leaned over and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much, love. It means a lot to me that you remembered how much I'd wanted to see this. And it means even more that you want to come with me- I know that plays aren't your 'thing'."
"I figure that maybe I haven't given them a fair chance." He gave her a soft kiss. "And besides, anything is better when you're there with me."
She rubbed her muzzle underneath his chin. "You're too wonderful, love. Now go open one of yours!"
The look of joy in his eyes when she unwrapped the sword she had bought him was beautiful. "You told me you needed a katana to complete your set," she told him. "The scabbard I had made just for you." She watched him hold it up to the light; the painted art on the side- a full moon rising over mountains- was even more beautiful in the warm light of her living room. "What does the writing here mean?" he asked. "My Japanese is rusty."
She knelt down next to him, running her fingers over the finely-painted script. "It reads 'He who is the hero in the eyes of the wolf'," she told him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Which is what you always will be in the eyes of this wolf."
He gently set the sword down, leaned over and pulled her into his arms, kissing her tenderly. He gazed lovingly into her eyes as he broke the kiss. "There aren't words that can tell you how much this gift means to me," he told her. "It's wonderful. Almost as much as you."
She stroked his hair, smiling at him. "I'm glad that you appreciate it so much."
The rest of the presents were quickly unwrapped; Bryan had gotten her a new gun safe to replace her aging one, as well as a one-year membership to a local shooting range; while he had no desire to own a gun, he respected and supported her decision to do so, which only made her love him all the more. The other two presents he gave her were the expansion for Doom, and a beautiful laminated print of an eagle in flight. She knew he'd enjoy the "adopt-a-wolf" wilderness conservation membership she'd gotten in his name, and the set of embroidered shirts as well, but her surprise gift was still waiting for him in the computer room, where she led him. "Now, I remember you telling me that we should have a router for networking our computers," she told him. "And I remember not even having a clue as to what you were talking about. Well, love, I did some studying up." She pulled off the blanket hiding the computer tower. "And now we have a router, file server and firewall all in one."
He blinked in surprise. "Wow. This... wait, this isn't storebrought, is it?"
She grinned, leaning against him. "I had to be a little covert about it, to surprise you. But this box has been hand-assembled and loaded with Red Hat Linux by these ten little fingers." She drummed them against his cheeks playfully. "I made a few posts on the work forums and learned enough to do it. I've tested it, and everything works."
He laughed, taking her hands in his and kissing her palms. The touch of his lips on her fur never failed to make her shiver in delight. "I don't know how you do it," he told her. "But you continuously amaze me. You know I'll never believe you again when you claim computer ignorance, right?" He grinned at her.
"Oh, yes, I know." She snuggled up against him lovingly and nosed his ear. "But you're the one who showed me how to learn. I owe it to you."
She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh of contentment as she felt his hands stroke her back, then smiled as they moved to gently stroke the base of her tail. "You've never owed me anything, Gabie," he replied. "I would share anything with you."
She rubbed her muzzle against his chin, licking at his throat lightly. "Speaking of sharing, love... there's one more thing I would like to give you for Christmas."
"And what is that, sweetheart?"
She untied her robe and opened it, pressing her bare body against his gently. "Myself."
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"I should complain to the television stations, I think." Gabrela fidgeted, tugging at the collar of her dress shirt. "If all the court shows actually showed how boring it is in your typical courtroom, their ratings would probably drop like a rock."
Bryan rubbed her shoulder gently. "I know what you mean, sweetheart. But you've gotten this far. Though I wish it would go as fast as the trial for the man who broke into your house. Four days to a guilty verdict... but then again the evidence on that one pretty well spoke for itself."
She smiled and squeezed his shoulder, but before she could reply, the bailiff entered the courtroom. "All rise," he ordered; the observers all stood. "The Honorable Judge Michael Rose is returning."
The judge walked into the courtroom and took his seat. "You may all be seated," he said, waiting until the observers were all sitting again before he spoke. "I have fully reviewed the complaint against Angeski Sales Incorporated and the evidence presented by both sides. I will go on record as expressing displeasure with Angeski's counsel for their numerous delays and stalling tactics. However, my judgment has nothing to do with legal tactics and everything to do with responsibility." The dark-skinned man's voice seemed to drop a full octave as his eyes narrowed, looking directly at the head of Angeski's legal defense. "I pride myself on having an extensive vocabulary. And yet I find that words completely fail me when it comes to describing the events that transpired after Northbridge Services was acquired. 'Deplorable' comes to mind, as do 'appalling', 'unconscionable' and 'reprehensible'. This was little more than a slash-and-burn operation- nothing new for me in the seventeen years I have been hearing cases such as this, but still I am astonished by the sheer audacity of this company.
"I am told that, before the merger, Northridge Services was as much a family as a business, and the witnesses I've heard testify certainly make me believe that. Angeski's sole objective was to steal away whatever they could profit from in the short-term, and cut away the rest- treating employees with families, careers and dreams like so much waste. It has been made obvious to me that Angeski's legal department engaged in tactics ranging from detestable to borderline illegal to rob terminated Northridge employees of what they were owed for their years, even decades, of service to the company. They apparently expected their intimidation and legal maneuvering to prevent the affected persons from seeking legal redress. I am glad to see that it did not." The judge folded his hands together and leaned forward. "Thus, here is my judgment.
"I find Angeski Sales, Incorporated, liable on all counts brought against them. I find no reason to doubt any of the allegations presented against them, nor do I accept any of their arguments against this case. Therefore, it is my order that the company be required to pay out all funds and benefits owed to the plaintiffs as requested, as well as full recompense for legal fees incurred." Gabrela had to bite back a yelp of joy, and she heard the others around her make similar sounds. "While it is too late to undo the damage done to these fine people and their respectable company by the greedy," the judge continued, "it is not too late to give them what it is they deserve. The defense's legal team may file their appeal with the court clerk." He pounded his gavel. "This court is adjourned."
Gabrela couldn't help herself- she leapt to her feet and cheered, quickly joined by most of the spectators. Bryan's arms went around her waist and she hugged him against her tightly. "Finally!" she exclaimed. "Nine months of wait finally over, love. I know they'll tie things up in appeals, but... damn, it feels good to see the end of this!"
"I know, sweetheart. I feel the same way." He stroked her neck gently. "Let's go home, Gabie."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." She took his hand in hers, and they walked with the slowly-moving crowd out the doors and out of the courthouse, into the early April rainshower, exchanging words of congratulations and relief with the dozens of other former Northbridge employees and their supporters. When they reached the courthouse steps, a fair-sized number of news crews waited for them- but Gabrela spotted one reporter in particular and made a beeline right for him.
"...as the plaintiffs exit the courthouse after hearing the verdict in their favor." Joe- or in this case, Joseph Hammond, special correspondent for MSNBC- turned and smiled upon seeing several of the former Northbridge employees heading towards him, with Gabrela in the lead. She fought the urge to hug the young man, doing her best to look serious and professional. "We have several of the plaintiffs here, I see," Joe continued, "including many whose stories have appeared in our blogs on the case on our online news source. Miss Gabrela Falchayn, we've spoken before at length about how the actions of Angeski Sales have impacted the lives of you and many other former Northbridge employees. I imagine there's a feeling of vindication with this verdict?"
"Absolutely." Gabrela smiled. "I don't think we're ever going to know why Angeski did what they did, but I'm very glad to see that they're going to pay for destroying a good company and causing so much stress and unhappiness for so many people."
"Undoubtedly." Joe turned to Missa, whose arm was intertwined with Serchi's, and her hand covering his against her protruding belly. "Ms. Missa Lawralchek, I can believe that you're breathing a bit more easily at this verdict."
"A bit, yes. I'm glad that my kits are going to have a secure financial future. But after all this happened, I learned that I have a lot of people who I can depend on through whatever may come. I have to admit that a lot of good came out of all of this." She squeezed Serchi's hand. "Really, that means a lot more to me than any amount of money."
As Gabrela felt Bryan's arm wrap around her waist, she felt that she couldn't possibly agree more.
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"Love... I'm beginning to find what your hands are doing much more interesting than this book."
She shifted slightly on Bryan's lap, sighing contentedly as the soft skin of his palms caressed her sides through the thin fabric of her robe. She held Great Expectations against her knees, the novel already half-forgotten as she pressed her back against his chest. "I don't mean to distract you from reading, sweetheart," she heard him chuckle.
"You absolutely do, you wonderful scoundrel, and I love you for it." She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing softly in contentment as his talented fingers caressed her stomach. "I told you this was far more romantic with company," she teased, gently covering his hands with her own. "Though I never seem to get much reading done these days."
"How can I help myself?" Bryan's hands slid up to cup her breasts, and she let out a soft moan. "I find nothing as fascinating as you."
She felt him become aroused, his manhood pressing against her backside, and she shivered with delight; she ground herself against it slowly, eliciting a quiet moan from him. It had been nine months since they had first become lovers, and it amazed her no less now that she could arouse him so easily and please him so completely. Every time they were together- whether she took him in her hand, her mouth, between her legs or under her tail- it felt just as incredible and unique as that first time.
His left hand moved from her chest for a moment. Then she heard a soft "click", and something firm and vibrating pressed against the nipple of her left breast. She let out a soft growling sigh of pleasure. "You brought my toy along, hm?" she chuckled, slowly moving her robe aside so that her lover could press the dildo directly against her sensitive nipple.
"I haven't used it on you in a little while," he replied, his words brushing by her ear as he lowered his head down to kiss her neck. She tilted her head back to allow him better access, smiling to herself; he loved using her sex toy on her, being yet another way for him to pleasure her. And once in a while, he would let her use it on him in return; so long as she was careful, and timed the gentle thrusts just right as she pleasured him with her mouth or hand, she could make his orgasms even more powerful. She remembered the time that she'd been able to get him off almost without any warning; his semen had gotten all over both of them. It was plenty of fun licking it off, though, she chuckled to herself.
She reached down and slid her robe up over her hips, pressing her bare backside into his lap and rubbing it in slow circles. She felt her wetness moisten her lower lips and his shorts. "Do you feel that, love?" she murmured, already beginning to pant in arousal. "Do you feel how much I want you?"
"Mmm," he whispered into her ear, kissing it gently. "I do, sweetheart." She felt him draw down his shorts, and the warm, firm flesh of his erection bobbed up to slap lightly against her sex. "And can you feel how much I want you in return?"
"Ohhhh... I most certainly do." She let the book drop to the floor. "Do you want to bend me over this chair right now, love, or would you like to go back to bed?" It wouldn't be the first time her reading chair would serve as a brace for their lovemaking.
"The idea of bending you over is as tempting as always, Gabie." He chuckled against her ear. "But I have other plans, so let's head into the bedroom." They stood as one, both letting their scant clothing fall to the floor, and Bryan's arms wrapped around her waist as they walked together into the bedroom. Once they reached the bed, he gently guided her down to her hands and knees on the mattress, then stood behind her and ran the head of her toy up and down against the lips of her entrance. She let out a deep moan, raising her tail and arching her hips as she instinctively sought more of her lover's touch and attentions.
It didn't take him long. She felt the vibrating tip of her dildo slip between her lower lips, as Bryan slowly worked it into her body, moving it in slow wide circles. Her slickened folds parted easily before the toy, and she moaned quietly in pleasure. "I love when you do this to me," she murmured.
"I'm just getting warmed up, my sweet sexy wolf." She heard him kneel down behind her, and felt his warm breath on the fur of her inner thighs. Then his lips closed around her clitoris, and her mind exploded in ecstasy, as the gentle sucking he gave her sensitive nub combined with the feel of the sex toy sinking into her depths to overwhelm her with pleasure. Deep whines of pleasure tore through her muzzle as her human lover expertly paced his actions, slowing the steady thrusting of the dildo as his teeth lightly grazed the now-hypersensitive nub of her clit. She'd thought him the perfect lover from their first time together, and yet every time they made love, he seemed to get even better.
Her climax was quick and powerful. A half-howl, half-whimper of pleasure escaped her throat as her body shook, her fingers tightly gripping the sheets and her tongue lolling out. She didn't even realize how wet she'd become until she felt him finally draw the dildo out of her body, and the juices of her arousal literally flowed down her thighs. She looked down between her legs and saw Bryan lap at them for a moment, still holding the sopping-wet dildo in his hand. He saw her watching him and gave her a half-playful, half-wicked smile. "This will do nicely," he said, once more gently brushing the toy against her lower lips before raising it up, rubbing its tip lightly against the skin between her two holes. She let out a soft moan as she realized his intent, and lifted her tail as high as it would go. "Oh, Bryan," she panted softly. "I love when you do that, too."
"I know you do." She felt him nibble on the base of her tail lightly, making her shiver again, then place the head of the dildo against the puckered entrance of her tailhole. Her own wetness lubricated the firm rubber as Bryan slowly worked it into her; she closed her eyes tightly as she felt it enter her, doing her best to relax so that it could enter completely. After a moment, the toy was completely inside her; as she adjusted to the feeling of the toy filling her tail end, Bryan slowly turned up the vibration to maximum. Gabrina clutched at the sheets and moaned deeply. "Ohhhh," she whimpered, clenching her muscles against the humming surface of the dildo.
She felt Bryan climb onto the bed with her, and turned her head to see him lying down next to her with his erection pointing straight up at the ceiling. His eyes gazed into hers with the unspoken request that she could never refuse. With a soft growl of arousal, she climbed over his body, placing her hands next to his shoulders and leaning down to rub her breasts against his chest. She snaked her tongue out to lick his neck, savoring the salty taste of the light coating of sweat on his skin, and then rubbed her muzzle under his chin. "I love you," she whispered to him, closing her eyes for a moment as she descended upon him.
To her sharp ears, there was no better sound in all the world than the wet noise of Bryan's penis sliding into her body. Both of them moaned as his flesh rubbed up against the dildo through the thin membranes separating them; it felt wonderful to Gabrina to be so filled, and she knew that the sensation of the vibrator pressed against his length drove Bryan wild. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the sensations, before she began sliding up and down on him manhood; her pace was slow, deliberate, and she gave his length strong squeezes with her inner muscles as she moved. The motions also squeezed against the dildo firmly inserted in her tailhole, causing her even more pleasure.
She rested her upper body against his, content to let her hips and legs do all the work. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him tightly; she gazed into his eyes lovingly. "I love you too," he told her, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on her chin. "So much."
She gradually sped up her movements, taking her lover's length into her to the base with each stroke and tightly gripping him as she pulled her hips upwards. She raised a hand to caress his cheek. "Can you believe that we'll be going to Serchi's and Missa's wedding in two weeks, love?" she murmured.
"It's amazing, I know," he answered. She arched her back as another orgasm began to build up, and he nestled his face between her breasts, kissing and nibbling up and down. She howled out her pleasure as her climax struck, and she slowed for just a moment to recover before picking up the pace again. "Mmmh," she groaned softly. "Imagine it, love... if everything hadn't happened the way it did, you and I might never have become intimate, and those two would probably have never met. So many good things came of something that could have destroyed so many lives."
He reached up and gently caressed her breasts, drawing out another moan from her. "Us being together is nothing short of a miracle in my mind, Gabie," he told her. "And Serchi and Missa getting married isn't far off that mark either." He smiled, reaching up to rub her cheek with one hand while the other continued to lightly rub her breast. "What Missa said to Joe after the trial was dead-on... the way we all came together means so much more than money."
"I could not agree more, lover." She lowered her head to lap at his chest. "Every morning I wake up with your arms around me, I know I am utterly thankful." She dipped her head down, arched her back and began to rock her hips from side to side each time she took him into her; he let out a deep moan of pleasure, and she felt him slide one of his hands down her back to her tail, gently taking hold of the base of the dildo and moving it ever so slightly as she descended upon him. The unexpected pleasure made her gasp, then let out a surprised yip. "Oh, you are mine now," she mock-growled at him, a wide smile on her muzzle that matched the one on his lips. "Completely yours, Gabie," he responded. "For as long as you want me."
She lowered her head down to lap at his earlobe gently. "Forever," she whispered. "Just as long as I want to be yours." Then she raised her head again, gazing deeply into his eyes as she placed her hands at his sides, raised her hips up so that only the tip of his manhood was within her, then held that position for a few seconds before her aching need forced her to descend again. Once more her flesh parted before his, and their moans of pleasure overlaid each other, sounding to Gabrina like some sort of primal melody. Then Bryan began thrusting into her from below, his hands pressed against the small of her back to support his motions, and all conscious thought fled from her mind; she lost herself in the ecstasy, her body responding in kind with faster movements of her own, the soft smack of furred skin hitting bare skin coming in a steady and quickening rhythm. Orgasms crested, fell, rose again in rapid succession, and Gabrina howled her delight to the ceiling, her tail flicking back and forth in counterrhythm as she rocked her hips with each thrust.
It seemed like forever- and yet far too soon- before Bryan gave out the deep, drawn-out groan she knew so very well, and with one more thrust buried himself inside her before spilling his seed inside her. She moaned softly in contentment, pressing her groin against his and squeezing him with her inner muscles, not wanting to let a single drop of his wonderful warm gift escape her body. As his orgasm settled, his body relaxed beneath hers, and he shut off and gently removed the dildo from her tailhole before outright collapsing in exhaustion. With a contented growl, Gabie curled up against him, her arms wrapped lovingly around his chest. She licked away some of his sweat from his forehead as he kissed her neck. "Forever, hm?" he said quietly to her, running his fingers through her headfur. "I like the sound of that, Gabie. I like it very much."
With the warmth of his skin on her fur, the warmth of his semen in her vagina, and the warmth of his words in her heart, it didn't take long for her to fall into a very deep and contented sleep.
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Simple, yet elegant. That would be the phrase Gabrina would find the best fit for the wedding ceremony that the happy couple, now Serchi and Missa Caspahar, had planned and put together. With much of the Angeski settlement money still tied up in the courts, the newlyweds hadn't wanted to spend too much- but they had put the money they did spend to excellent use. Gabrina leaned gently against Bryan as she finished off a plate of fettucini alfredo, watching Petar bounce Mischka and Rarm, Missa's four-month-old kits, on his knees. The old iguana had polished his scales to a fine sheen for the event, and almost looked half his age; apparently impressed was Dr. Wiselma, who had delivered the very kits Petar was holding now. The doctor was making casual conversation with Gabrina's friend and former co-worker, who seemed flattered at the attention. "It looks like you're not the only one feeling younger," Bryan told her, giving the pair of reptiles a knowing glance; she couldn't help but giggle at that. "I think you're right," she replied, giving his hand a squeeze. "Do you think we should buy them a copy of our dancing game?" she asked, grinning when he laughed.
"Everyone, everyone." Missa tapped her glass with a fork, getting the attention of all the guests in the room. Despite herself, Gabrina couldn't help but feel a moment of jealousy at how well she fit into her light-blue wedding dress. She certainly lost the baby weight quickly! the wolf thought. "I'd like to thank all of you for coming today," the fox continued. "All of you have been so supportive throughout everything that happened at Northbridge. There are a few people in particular that Serchi and I would like to thank, though." She smiled as the snow leopard put an arm around her waist. "First of all, we'd like to thank Joe Hammond for all the work he did getting the media to notice what was being done to all of us. I don't know if things would have turned out the same without your help, Joe. Thank you so much."
There was a round of applause for Joe, who seemed a bit embarrassed as he stood and nodded with a smile. Serchi spoke up after he sat back down. "Secondly, we'd like to thank Petar Escharay for being an absolute rock of support for Missa. When this all started, she was a single mother-to-be, with no family to rely on, suddenly unemployed without health insurance or a steady paycheck in sight. Petar and I first met at the get-together that had been planned for the former Northbridge employees, and when I told him about my job as a financial planner, he asked me for help in making sure Missa would never have to worry about money. I saw the concern in his eyes and couldn't have possibly refused. He is a large part of how Missa and I got together in the beginning, and as we fell in love he gave me guidance on how to express my feelings to her. I couldn't be happier to have him as the godfather of the kits I've given my last name to today." Serchi smiled. "Petar, please stand up and take a bow."
If Joe had looked embarrassed, Petar seemed absolutely flabbergasted. You never quite knew how to take compliments, you wonderful old lizard, Gabrina chuckled to herself, as the iguana good-naturedly stood and bowed to the applause. "And last, but definitely not least," Missa said, "we want to thank the person who became a rallying point for us, even though she never felt worthy of being one. Gabrina Falchayn was a friend to everyone she knew in the company, and when she was one of the first to be a victim of Angeski's hatchet job, we all knew that a very good person had been harmed for no good reason. She's been a symbol of strength and determination, patience and perserverence, and I for one would be very happy if our kits grew up to be just like her. Gabie, you will always be an example to us all."
Gabrina's ears positively burned in a deep blush, and she even had a bit of trouble standing, but Bryan was right there to help her. She took a self-conscious bow as her human lover gently supported her with his arm. "And also," Missa continued, "Bryan has something he would like to say as well. Bryan?"
She felt like all the eyes in the room were on her as Bryan moved to stand in front of her. "I have to admit," he said, "I wasn't sure how appropriate it would be to do this at a wedding, but when I brought the idea up to Serchi and Missa, they practically ordered me to." The pair in question laughed at that. "And so...." The human paused for a moment, then reached into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket and produced a small velvet box. Gabrina's eyes widened in surprise as Bryan dropped down to one knee, holding out the box and opening it, revealing a beautiful diamond-studded gold ring. The sudden rush of blood to her ears as she blushed almost drowned out the question her lover asked next.
"Gabrina... will you marry me?"
Time seemed to freeze for a moment as the reality of it all hit her. Thoughts flew through her head- but I can't give him children, but I'm so much older than him, but he should be living an independent life- but above everything else, there was her abject love and adoration of the furless face that gazed up at her, blue eyes full of hope and worry. She had meant it when she'd told him she wanted to be his forever... and here he was, wanting to make it come true in the greatest sense possible, wanting to give her his last name and his vows of faithfulness and love.
With all that, there was only one word she could possibly say.
"Yes."
The end
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And so our time with Gabrina and Bryan comes to a close. I'd like to thank you all for reading and commenting on my little story here- I wasn't expecting the kind of reception I got! ^-.o^ I have stories old and new I'd like to share, so stay tuned!