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I open my eyes, blinking a few times at the brightness of the window opposite my bed. Last night's last remnants pound away in my head, and the ringing in my ears is just beginning to subside. I sigh and bury my face in the pillow.

I got what I came for, I guess. I flop onto my chest and close my eyes, feeling my tail swish gently between my legs. The whole rest of the world is out at their churches, or on their way to visit grandma, or having a picnic in the park, and I'm lying in bed, hungover, naked, and sore, next to a fox I hardl--

Fuck. I look over. The other side of the bed is empty. It's not like it's never happened before. Guys are like that. Doesn't make it suck any less. I reach over and grab a stuffed animal from the nightstand, hugging it to my fur as I roll onto my back, looking toward the ceiling.

I guess it's less awkward in a lot of ways, you know? No waking up next to a guy who has no idea what he did last night, no awkward goodbyes (or the dreaded "I'll call you..."), no sentimental guys who feel like they need to doubly romance you to make up for last night. At least I have the peace and quiet to get some sleep. I close my eyes.

His scent still fills the room, and I'm brought back to the rather... sore... memories of last night. My toes still ache from curling so hard. The fur's still matted on my chest. My god, that fox was a hell of a lay. It's a shame he left too, I would have absolutely given him a round two this morning.

I should probably get the matted mess out of my fur before it gets much later. My alarm clock's neon green numbers mock my hangover, reminding me that not only is the whole world out and about, but they've probably been out and about for long enough to have returned home by now.

I sit up, perhaps a bit too quickly, I think, as I almost fall over. I reach over and grab my phone. I obediently swipe to unlock, just as I do every morning, stumbling to my feet and heading for the bathroom.

The music app - no, there must be a better marketing term for that - springs onto the 4 little inches of glass and metal in my paw. I tap through a playlist and drag the volume slider all the way up as I hear the door to the bathroom click shut behind me.

"Alone on a train, aimless in wonder. An outdated map crumpled in my pocket. But I didn't care where I was going..."

The hot water almost burns as it pours through my fur, washing away the grime of the club, the matted mess of fur on my chest, the musk of the fox. I took one more deep breath in before dipping my head under the showerhead, almost like a final reminder of him before I let his scent wash off of me.

"They're all different names... for the same place..."

I'm not supposed to be sentimental, but when my eyes close, all I see is him. The water running over my muzzle makes little rivers through my fur. I brace myself with a paw on the wall.

"I knew no words to share with anyone. The boundaries of language, I quietly cursed. All the different names for the same thing..."

How long have I been in this shower? I guess I should finally get to shampooing my fur. My fingers spread the lather over every inch of my body. The warm water washes it all away. The tempo of the music picks up, mirroring my mood. Being clean and warm somehow always makes things a little easier.

The faucet creaked as I nudged the knobs the last bit towards off. Mmm... time for a nice little run in the fur dryer. This was always one of my favorite parts of the morning. The whirr of the machine drowned out my music, leaving me with only the sound of hot, dry air buffeting past my ears.

I'm thankful nobody sees me like this. Big silly grin on my muzzle, fur sticking out at angles it never should, tail wagging furiously. Where'd I put my brush?

"Death Cab For Cutie is an awful depressing band name for the morning after you got laid."

What... the... fuck?

Arms suddenly surround me from behind. Big, strong paws dig into my fluffed fur. The smell is everywhere.

Fox.

A muzzle comes to my neck, licking at the freshly cleaned fur.

"Why are you so jumpy?"

"I..." This isn't how this morning was supposed to go. "I thought you left."

"I was trying to make you breakfast. Your stove is confusing."

What? He said it with all the normalcy that you'd use when telling someone that the weather was a little chilly outside. Also, how is my stove confusing?

"How is my stove confusing?"

The paws wrap a little tighter.

"Dunno, maybe I'm just too hung over. Do you wanna go get some breakfast at a diner, or something?"

There's a big part of me that feels the sudden urge to turn around and just yell at him. This isn't how mornings are supposed to go. He's not supposed to be here. He's supposed to have realized that the sex was good, but that this was my place. And he's supposed to have called a cab. And go home. And I'm supposed to spend the morning brushing, pampering myself, and nursing off a hangover.

At no point in this story is he supposed to sneak into my bathroom and wrap his arms around me. But he did. That part of me is suddenly quieted by the realization that I'm standing here, naked, silent, and no doubt looking all kinds of confused, as this fox rubs his nose through my neckfur.

"Uhm... breakfast. Okay."

"You're cute in the morning, you know that?"

I melt into his arms a little at his words. Cute is not usually the term I hear coming out of someone's mouth when describing me. Sexy? Always. Slutty? Okay, that one too. Horny? More than you can imagine. Cute.

"Are you gonna brush you fur down, or are you just gonna go out looking like a gray snowball?"

I turn around in his arms, and I look at him. His height matches mine perfectly. Those big blue eyes from last night catch the window behind us, sparkling. One of his eyebrows raises. I feel one of his paws grab onto mine. I close my eyes, and just toss my head at his chest. I feel him take a half-step back, wrapping an arm up and around my shoulders, not letting go of my hand.

Fox fills my senses once again, except now it's different. Gone is the panting, replaced with deep, steady breaths. Gone is the smell of sex, washed away by the steamy shower. This is him. His fur I'm burying my nose in. His tail I'm feeling wrap around me. His heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I'm somehow aware that the song has changed.

"I need you so much closer... I need you so much closer..."

I pull my head back from his chest and look up into his eyes.

"So come on... Come on...."

There's a kind smile on his face. His paw keeps kneading my back.

"Breakfast?"

I nodded silently.

"By the way, my name's Steve."

I leaned in, my muzzle making soft contact with his as we kissed. I realized suddenly that there were no numbers to compute. The game had ended, and I had no idea where things were going. Last night was planned. This wasn't.

And somehow I'm okay with it. As long as he's here. Steve.