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//: City of San Iadras. Beach section five, semi-restricted admittance. The difference between outright panic and calm could be quite subtle, made up by the small things. In this case, the small things were a few cooked and prepackaged meals from a supermarket along with cheap towels and a few bottles of water and soda, along with a pair of cheap flipflops and a sunhat with ear holes he'd bought for Jennifer on impulse. All that, a cab ride, and a couple of beach tickets. "I always wanted to come out here. Never really had the time or money. How'd you get tickets so fast?" she asked, grinning from beneath her sunhat, which she wore proudly, sunglasses reflecting pristine and empty white sands. Well, relatively empty. There were only about forty people in view spread out across the open sands and the greenery higher up the shoreside, where they lay beside each other in the part shade of a date palm tree. Practically deserted. "My brother Philadelphia," Troy explained, twisting open a difficult bottle with a grimace. "He's a consultant for the coastal defence and decontamination array," he said, pausing to point out to sea, where a faint black dome broke up the horizon. "He thinks open day tickets are good Christmas gifts." "I wish I had a brother like that," Jennifer complained playfully, holding out her plastic cup for a refill. Troy carefully shepherded the bag of litter to get rid of the bottlecap - fines were upwards of ten thousand - and refilled her cup for her. "It's not that great, it's not a swimmable section," he apologised. She sipped at her drink, just some sugary soda, and grinned, "The best part of a beach is the sand, and the sunshine, and the salt air. And the company," she whispered, shifting herself closer to him, closing her eyes softly, propping up her head on his arm. Gut feeling light and empty, Troy moved to put his other arm around her, and she smiled, nuzzling the side of her head into his shoulder until the sunhat flopped off. "Especially the company," Jennifer breathed, her voice almost husky. Her lips, a dark tan shade, darker than her fur, parted slightly. Troy leaned his face closer to hers, curling up around her. Her lips were inviting. He paused nervously, didn't know what to do, what to say. He buried the tip of his snout into her long red hair. A dry, dusky smell filled his nose, a weird scent. Her scent. "I love how you smell," he whispered, voice quivering just a little. She shifted a little, rolling one of her shoulders against the towel, setting down her cup in the sand. "Thank you," she breathed huskily into his chest, pulling him closer. She licked her lips lightly, expectantly. "I," Troy dry swallowed. "I want to kiss you." "Do." "I don't know how." Her eyes flicked open with surprise, and she blinked at him. She smirked slowly, disbelievingly. "You... don't know how?" Troy cringed a little, his tail curling a little, ears hot. "I've never kissed another furry. I don't know how our snouts go, and..." Jennifer grinned, then, pulling at his dress shirt to get herself close, her legs sliding against his. "I'll teach you," she said, moving a hand up to cup the back of his neck. In a moment she'd pushed her lips against his, and they felt hot, damp, but a second later Jennifer tilted her head at an angle to Troy's, her jaw parting against his until he got the idea, slackening his jaw, eyes sliding shut. Carefully, bit by bit, she pressed her mouth into his, the length of her muzzle sliding against his just an inch or so, so that they meshed together, and her tongue was hot and insistent against his. Breath came in unsteady shudders for Troy, while her breathing quickened, nose huffing across the fur of his face, making it feel tingly, unreal. She curled her hands behind his head, edging her hip against his until she'd pushed him over onto his back. Her tongue was a little rough, she twisted it against his, he reciprocated until she pulled back, her breathing quick. Her lips were a little moist, and she grinned down at him, pulling her body over his. He could feel the heat of her body, even through the layers of clothing they wore, and he finally put his arms around her back lightly. Her ears cocked up high while she grinned, expectant again. "Got the idea?" Her short, stiff tail flicked side to side, he saw. Troy nodded, blinking rapidly. "Wanna try it out?" she enquired teasingly. Troy nodded again, taking a quick breath. "Okay." She leaned in closer, taking a slightly wheezing breath. "You can put your hands on my ass, too, if you want." He did, not daring to squeeze, but she pushed herself down against him, her breasts squeezing against his chest, and while he kissed her he could feel how her butt squirmed with every flick of her tail. On the whole, times were good. The sun dipped enough to pull the shade of the palm off them, but Troy didn't mind, and Jennifer certainly didn't. They kissed. They talked a little. Kissed some more. She ended up on her back, he laying beside her, shading her face with his head. "You're beautiful." "You're just saying that." "No, I mean it. But I can say it again if it'll earn me another kiss." "Hmpf," she protested, wriggling her shoulders back into the towel. She got her elbows underneath her and kissed him on the cheek. "There. Now you have to tell me I'm beautiful." "You are. You are very, very beautiful Jennifer." Troy dipped his head to kiss her forehead lightly. "I think I might love you." She scrunched up her face a little, tiny wrinkles forming in the fur along her muzzle, and she pushed her hip against his. "Love's a dangerous word, Troy. I find myself falling in love a lot. And getting hurt a lot." Troy swallowed. "Oh." "I'm not rejecting you, sweetie." She reached up, picking at his shirt lightly. "You're... You're nice. I like you. A hell of a lot. But love's a funny thing. It lasts easily for a week, over a weekend. After that and," she hesitated, squeezing her eyes shut a moment. "It gets complicated, difficult, you know?" Troy nodded a little. He dry swallowed, tried to remind himself not to do it. "I can understand that." She cracked open one eye, peering up at him cautiously. "You can?" Troy nodded. "I get caught up in things. In streaks. It's like going crazy for a little while. Can't do anything else. When you get back to the rest of life, things just... Look changed." He glanced aside uncomfortably. "It's been a contributing factor with me having a little difficulty with steady relationships. But it doesn't really change how I feel." Jennifer blinked her pretty eyes up at him, while a soft breeze blew in off the ocean. She ran a hand over his arm. It was his left one. The usual clench of terror failed to appear. "Uhm. How often are you in San Iadras, Troy? I mean, you're not gone forever after tomorrow, are you?" He shook his head, feeling a weird pricking along his spine. "No, I'm not gone forever. Four of my brothers live in town, I come down most holidays, sometimes more often if there's a function or a conference." "Conferences? Like last night?" she asked. "No, uh. Science things. San Iadras and the other middle American cities are pretty big destinations for it. A lot of funding from corporate head hunters, that kind of thing. There're three or four I go to a year." She nodded, pulling herself around till she could sit up, twisting around so as not to bed her tail badly when she sat up. "Well. Maybe we could try something a little on again off again," she offered, resting a hand on his shoulder. "See how it goes. If you want. Just no broken hearts, you know?" She seemed incredibly vulnerable, just then. Something about it all felt weird. Very weird, but Troy would've given her the moon if he could, if some corporate venture hadn't claimed it first. "No broken hearts," he promised, not quite knowing just what he meant. Or what she meant. Jennifer nodded quickly. "Okay," she whispered heavily. "Well you should know a few things first." She grinned at him, then, self consciously pulling back. "I act, and, stuff. As a hobby." She started, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sort of, uhm. Erotic dancing type stuff." "That's something I should know?" Troy asked, something weird rolling around in his gut, now. She took a breath and huffed a little, patting his shoulder heavily. "Yeah. Before we think of this as more than kissing on a beach." Jennifer smiled worriedly, then. "It wouldn't be fair to spring that on you out of nowhere, later. And you should probably also know I tend to be a bit, open in my relationships." Open relationships? He expected to feel jealousy. And he did, a little. Not so much it mattered. "That's okay with me." Troy bit his lip lightly. "I'm not, but, uh. I've never really thought about it much." "It's nothing dirty. I mean it's not like I'm unfaithful or a slut, I just." She picked at his shirt again, calmer. "I don't do real well when guys get possessive." She took a sharp breath, staring at his chest. "I don't do real well when I get possessive." Whatever thought she was having passed, and she smiled up at him. "So is there anything you want to tell me?" Troy hesitated. He glanced down. "Well. It's not like I've had a lot of experience with this. But, uh. I'm pretty much dead to the world when I'm caught up in something. Not always the nicest guy." He offered a slightly unhappy smile. "My work's important to me." "That's okay," Jennifer said, patting his chest. "It just means you know who you are. And I can deal with that. But, uh," she breathed, winding her fingers into his shirt and pulling him close again. "I'm really interested in you. I had a good feeling when we met. And I kinda think you're interested in me." He felt his ears tense up, start going all hot again. "I am," he admitted. "It's kind of difficult not to be." Jennifer grinned hesitantly. "So, maybe we can try it. An on again off again sort of thing." She took a deep breath, tried to smile. She released his shirt, snaking her arm back around him. "When you're in town. If you like." "I like." He dipped his head close to hers, pressed his lips to hers until he felt her hot tongue in his mouth. She moaned, just a little, before pulling back bit by bit, kissing him gently on the side of the snout. "You need to come and see my show, Troy," she said slowly, voice quiet. Intimate. "It's a big part of my life, it's fun, it helps me deal." "Helps you deal?" She looked up at him, along the line of her muzzle. "Love and sex are very related, when you do them right. It helps me... express myself. Think about the good things. It's important to me. And it's not really fair for me to get involved with you if you don't know about my 'dancing'. If it came up later it might hurt." Troy bobbed his head uncertainly. He had a weird feeling she'd let him through some kind of barrier. Had he done the same with her? He didn't quite know. "I have to leave to get there before six," she said, glancing at her wristwatch. "But there's still some time, so, uh..." She bit her lip lightly. "So maybe I can kiss you again?" Troy asked, bowing his head closer to hers. She smiled. "Yeah." "Okay." The sand felt warm through the towels. Her lips were positively burning.