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A Series of Romantic Encounters

©2012 CarLOS Penguin

The Neighbour

"Hey Owen, have you got a ladder I can borrow?" Came the familiar voice of the next door neighbour.

"Actually, I don't. But the building super might, why? Somebody put something on the top shelf?" Owen chuckled, ribbing Fen on his diminutive size.

"Ha... ha... ha, very funny." He replied. Owen could just hear Fen bobbing his head side to side with his hand on his hip as he said that. "A luminescent panel seems to have burned out and I'm trying to replace it."

"Oh good grief. I'll be right over." Owen said and hung up.

His neighbour in the building was the typical neighbour, borrowing this or that. He didn't mind really, because he always brought the items back and always treated him to excellent lunches for his trouble.

His nickname was Fen, as he was a fennec of short stature whose real name few humans could pronounce. He was happy in the building as it was close to his work as an I.T. technician, except it was designed for much taller humans and the building code didn't allow for modifications to suit shorter or taller beings.

Owen grabbed his tool kit and went next door and knocked.

"Sumvun calls de lex-tree-shin?" He said as Fen opened the door.

Fen rolled his eyes, "You need new material. C'mon in."

Fen's immaculately kept apartment was quite dark with only the kitchen panel functioning. There was a new panel leaning against the wall with the old one looking rather clear, a sign the phosphor was done for.

"Isn't this the building's responsibility? These aren't cheap." Owen said.

Fen shrugged, "Yes and I'd be in the dark all week, waiting for them to go through the process. To heck with them." He waved his hand.

Standing on a chair, Owen was able to reach the panel easily. The old one came out and Fen passed up the new one and in it went with blinding efficiency. Owen glared down from above.

"Oops! Forgot to turn it off first, I guess." Fen said sheepishly.

Owen groaned and stepped down from the chair. "Anything else while I'm here?"

"Well, now I can see better, let me see.... you don't know how to fix climate controls, do you?"

"Depends, what did you do to this one?" Owen replied. Come to think of it, it was quite hot in his apartment.

"As you know, my species prefers it a little on the warm side compared to other canids, being from the equatorial and desert regions. I had the thermostat set to a comfortable 30C. and now it seems to be stuck there, even when I'm at work. It's costing me a bundle." Fen said as he played with the touch screen on the unit and it rejected any commands.

"Your fuzzy ass probably zapped it with static." Owen replied and pulled out an electrostatic neutraliser.

He clicked the unit around the thermostat and the screen blinked and accepted input again.

"Ah, fantastic! I don't know why you're not building super. You get things done." Fen said as he programmed a more evening temperature of 21C. for himself.

"Because they couldn't afford me." Owen said matter of factly.

Fen made an evening snack and some coffee for the two of them. Despite the jibing banter, the two got along quite well. Both worked opposite shifts, so they rarely were home at the same time. But the times they did have off and there was no social activities, they enjoyed an evening of a card or board game to pass the time.

Owen was a semi-retired repairman 'jack of all trades'. A confirmed bachelor who frequented 'cougar bars' for entertainment and spent the rest of his time on the data net. Fen was a young workaholic and very capable in his field.

They sat at the dining table and talked about Fen's day at work while they had their coffee and snack. That was until they noticed they could see their breath.

"Is it me, or is it getting damned cold in here?" Fen asked.

"It's not you." Owen said and checked the thermostat. "Bloody hell, it's 14 degrees and falling!" He got his tool kit and made some measurements.

"You broke it!" Fen said standing like an accusing wife.

"Shit!" Owen said. "I did, too." He scratched his head, "Neutralizing the static also killed the temperature sensing element."

"What happens with no sensing element?" Fen asked.

"It turns off, no heat. It'll get as cold as outside in here." Owen said. Being early winter, that was 4C. Annoyingly cold for a human, dangerously cold for the fennec.

Owen called the building super. Being the oncoming of winter, there was a rash of thermostats that needed replacing and they were out of stock. It would be three days before there were any in and luckily, Owen wouldn't have to pay for Fen's, since it was defective in the first place. "Well, that's a relief." Owen said, "At least it'll be free."

"I can't freeze to death!" Fen said half panicked, half angry.

"You work all but six hours of the day. Why not crash at work for three days?"

Fen sighed, "Other's have tried. No go. Not even management can. Insurance liability and all."

Owen thought for a moment. "My fault, my fix. Pack a bag and grab some grub. Looks like you're bunking with me for three days."

"Oh joy of joys." He said rolling his eyes, less than thrilled. "I like my privacy."

Owen packed up his tool kit, "So do I. Stay here and become a foxicle, then."

Owen returned to his apartment and began tidying up. He cleaned off his small couch and clapped the dust off the end cushions and got a blanket and placed it on the coffee table. It wasn't until a half hour later that he heard a knock.

Opening the door, Fen had slung over his shoulder a bag nearly the size of himself. "Heya roomie! What's for dinner?" He said with a smile and walked in.

"What the... you're staying three days, not three months, right?" Owen said, staring at the bag.

Fen turned and nodded, "Yeah, I only have three days of clothes in here, some soap, towels, grooming kit, toiletries, first aid kit, cleaning supplies, food and a few books.

"You're as bad as a woman!" Owen said incredulously. "Where are we going to put all that while you're here?"

Fen looked at him and blinked, "Let's see... food goes in tummy. Cleaning supplies will be exhausted on this pig sty. Clothes on me and the rest in the washroom."

"Well, I was tidying up. But if you want to put on the French maid outfit and run around with a feather duster, go right ahead." Owen said and sat down in a chair with his computer.

Fen stood there for a moment with his bag slung on his shoulder, then started laughing.

Owen looked at him with a smirk, "You went mad, didn't you? This was all too much for you."

Fen shook his head, "I was lying in bed last night watching ancient comedies from your past. Have you ever seen a movie called 'The Odd Couple?'"

Owen thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, I haven't. Not into the classics that much."

"You should, Oscar, you should." He turned and headed into the kitchen, still laughing.

Owen immediately searched or the movie on his computer.

--

Owen woke to the scent of breakfast, only two hours after he went to bed. He tried to ignore it, but the scent was that of a gourmet kitchen and irresistible. "Just a bite and I'll go back to bed" he said to himself and yawned.

Owen entered the kitchen with his housecoat draped as scruffily on him as his unkempt greying hair was and was greeted with a far-too-cheerful "Good morning!" from Fen.

Owen grunted and waved. "It smells good in here." He yawned. "I'll just grab a bite and head back to bed."

"Yes, yes, humans are sleepy creatures. Needing a good eight hours." He 'tsk'd' several times. "No wonder you get nothing done."

Sitting at a small table in the corner where a proper dining table would be, Owen rubbed his face and looked in the kitchen again, his mouth dropping open. "Are you only wearing a bloody apron?"

Fen looked at him surprised, "My fur isn't grease proof. I can't cook naked, you know."

"That's not what I... oh, never mind." Owen protested, then gave up and lowered his head on his arms.

"Where's your tarragon? I can't have my eggs without tarragon." Fen said as he searched cupboards frantically.

"Top shelf. Didn't you bring your own in that mobile home of a bag you came with?"

"I didn't think I needed it. But you had eggs here, so I couldn't resist." Fen replied as he put a chair in front of the cupboard and stood on it, falling still somewhat short of the top shelf.

"Can you reach this? I can't get at it." Fen asked.

"Here, let me help give you a boost." Owen said as he got up and grabbed Fen by the legs and lifted him so his head banged the ceiling.

"OW!" Fen shouted as Owen laughed.

"Oops! A little too far up."

Fen grumbled and quickly grabbed the tarragon before he lost his balance. Twisting to maintain his balance, he looked down at Owen and scolded, "You did that on purpose and you enjoyed it!"

He put Fen down on the chair and wiped his face with a cloth, "If you didn't twist and put a nut sack right in my face, I'd swear you were a nattering wife." He sat back down again at the table.

"That's twice now you've referred to me as a female. I don't get the joke?" Fen said as he stood in the kitchen, glowering, hands on his hips, spatula in hand and wearing only his apron.

Owen burst out laughing, "If I had a mirror...."

Completely lost, Fen just shrugged and went back to creating his masterpiece breakfast.

Owen got up later that morning. It was as if he woke up in the wrong apartment. The place hadn't been that clean since he moved in.

Going into the kitchen, he found a note stuck to the sprige (stasis refrigerator):

Owen,

Gone to work. Will return around 2000 hours.

There's lunch for you in the sprige.

I tidied up a little more before I left. Hope you don't mind.

Fen

"At least he didn't dot his i's with little love hearts." He said to himself and grabbed the lunch Fen made for him. It was surprisingly good. Excellent. Some sort of meat salad and vegetables. Knowing Canisians were usually intolerant to vegetable matter, he made a mental note to thank him later for the special treat.

Upon checking his mail, Owen saw he had a couple of service calls to make. He'd be gone the better part of the day as well, but likely would return home first. Given the great breakfast and lunch, he planned on picking up a barbecued salmon on his way home as a thank you to Fen.

--

Owen thought he did return home first, his place was quiet and no chattering foxman running around. He placed the BBQ salmon in the sprige and would heat it when Fen returned. He went to the washroom to freshen up.

"What the hell?" He shouted upon entering his washroom.

"Don't you knock?" Fen said surprised, sitting in the bath tub.

"Bubble bath? Candles? Good gawd Fen, I'm starting to wonder about you." He face palmed and turned on the light. "Sorry, this can't wait." Owen continued to use the washroom.

"You still haven't answered my... oh my." Fen complained, then stared stunned. "Is that a human penis?"

Owen sighed as he relieved himself, "No, it's a Centaurian one. Of COURSE it's a human dick. Haven't you ever seen anything outside of your own crotch?"

"I... well... no, I haven't." He replied, still staring. "Well, I mean I have, but that was a long time ago... and... I just don't have time."

"Well, my sheltered little friend, we'll have to change that. I brought a treat for dinner as a thank you. Then we'll head to this bar I go to and get us some fillies." He finished and began to wash up.

As he was leaving, he turned out the lights to let Fen be with his candles. He stepped back in the washroom with a sarcastic grin, "And if you masturbate in my tub, wash it out well, hmm?" He closed the door.

Owen prepared the fish and heated it up. Placing half in two plates, he felt a damp body press against his side, "That smells delicious!" Fen remarked as he sniffed at the plates. Looking up at Owen indignantly, "And I don't wank in the tub." he walked away, his tail still dripping wet. He stopped and turned, "I wank in my own bed, thank you very much!" Then sticking his head up with a "hmph", returned to the washroom.

"Why is it every time I see your ass in here, it's naked?" Owen shouted after Fen and laughed. Saying to himself quietly, "Such a little bitch."

The bar was noisy and crowded, but the music was nowhere near as loud as the pub's targeted at the younger crowd. But unlike the pubs, there were rarely any alien females in the establishment. A sad fact Owen thought, who would love to experience what he heard of a Canisian female's voracious sexual appetite or a Centaurian female's sense of open minded adventure. They moved around and sat at the bar.

"Pint of bitters!" Owen shouted to the bartender. The bartender nodded and looked toward Fen. "What do you drink, Fen?" Owen asked as the bartender waited.

Fen had been distracted, "Oh, ummm, a ginger ale."

"Make it two pints!" Owen said to the waiting bartender who nodded.

"See anything you like?" He asked Fen.

"Like... for what?" Fen said innocently. "They're all... your age in here."

Owen had another face palm moment. "What does 'cougar bar' mean to you?"

Fen thought for a moment and said with a straight face, "That maybe Terrans contacted a new species... like me only a feline?"

Owen groaned and put his head in his arms on the table.

The bartender brought the drinks. "Not a moment too soon." Owen took a couple of good swigs of his dark pint.

Fen tried his and coughed, "This isn't a ginger ale?"

"They serve it much stronger here. Drink up, roomie." Owen said with an invisible smirk.

Fen took a few more sips and made a face as he swallowed, his ears going flat outward as he did. "I guess.... it's OK." He let out a small belch and looked embarrassed and covered his mouth.

"Well hello, Owen." A full figured lady kissed Owen and placed his arm around him. "Who is your handsome alien friend?"

"Hello Tralena!" Owen said as he kissed her back. "This is Fen, a neighbour of mine. I kind of blew up his thermostat, so he's bunking with me for a few days until a replacement comes in."

"Shame on you!" Tralena said with a smile, gently slapping Owen's shoulder. "And here I thought you were infallible with your toolbox." She shook Fen's hand, "Nice to meet you sweetie."

"Nice to meet you, madam." Fen said with a smile.

Tralena gave a deep chuckle, "Madam? I think you're in the wrong bar, fuzzy."

Owen chuckled and whispered to Fen, "I'll explain later."

They moved to a booth and Fen got acquainted. Tralena is a local florist. She inherited her shop from her late husband and had yet to remarry, but was open to the idea. In the meantime, there was fun!

Of Congolese descent, she was dark and had a perfect complexion and long, straight black hair. Fuller figured in the hips and breasts, but not having had children yet, was somewhat smaller in the middle, giving her a very upper-class figure, especially with the revealing evening gown she wore.

"So, now you know all about me honey, what is it you do?" She smiled at Fen with shining ebony eyes and brilliant teeth, one hand on her cocktail glass and the other twirling her hair. Owen knew these signs as one of definite interest and unless Fen said something stupid, like he half expected, this night would be a memorable one.

"Well..." Fen said waving his hand and leaning back, a little more relaxed. A lot more relaxed actually, having nearly finished his 'ginger ale'. "I'm an I.T. technician. I keep networks running and stuff."

"So, I can call on you when all my connections go haywire?" Tralena smiled and winked.

"That's not really how it works... OW!" Fen started to explain as Owen kicked him under the table.

"Yes, he's available to check your wiring." Owen said and winked at Fen, who was looking insulted. "Just don't ask him to change a light bulb." Owen and Tralena chuckled. "Tell her the funny thing that happened yesterday."

Fen rubbed his ankle, "He blew up my thermostat." They all laughed. "Well, I'm short. The ceiling is tall."

Tralena was still laughing, "Why can I picture you on Owen's shoulders, getting a lift?"

"We're not that close of friends." Owen retorted with a chuckle and shaking his head.

"We almost were this morning, sunshine." Fen said relaxed enough to be catching on to the friendly jibes. He explained to Tralena, "I asked him to reach for some tarragon and next thing I know, I had a headache and his nose had a ball-hat."

Tralena was in stitches as Owen smiled and nodded to Fen, "Now you're getting the idea, kid. Want another ginger ale?"

Fen downed his pint, gave a belch and slammed it on the end of the table, "I'd love another pop."

"Oh my goodness, Owen!" Tralena said shocked, "Have you been feeding him that bitters you drink and telling him it's soda? Shame on you!" She leaned over the table to Fen, "Don't listen to him, Fen, honey. He'll get you into all sorts of trouble."

Fen had an eyebrow raised accusingly at Owen, who rubbed his head like a child, "Nothing he can't get himself out of, anyway. He needed a drink. His ass is so tight from working, I'm surprised his bushy tail hasn't caught fire from the friction."

"Well!" Tralena said, "I know the fix for that, sweetie. Why not let Tralena just take your mind off work and relax you."

The three got back to Owen's apartment and the lights came on. Tralena looked around and gasped, "Owen, is this your place or did we enter the wrong apartment?"

"No, it's mine." He said. "Fen's been doing obsessive compulsive housekeeping around here."

"Well, I think you should keep him. I've never seen this place look so... so..."

"Not like a bachelor pad?" Owen finished for her.

"Exactly!" She chuckled. Embracing him and kissing him, "Now if you boys will excuse me, I'll just go freshen up."

Owen was running his hands along the sides of her large breasts, "Oh, we'll wait. Trust me."

He looked around, "Did we leave Fen behind, any way?"

Just then, the washroom door slid open, "Geez, Owen. Your pint made me pee three pints. And I feel, odd." He somewhat staggered back towards his two companions.

Tralena pulled him towards her. Despite her being a rather short woman, Fen was even shorter and his face landed between her breasts. "Oh! My goodness, honey. You have a cold nose from being outside." She smiled at him and rubbed his ears.

Fen placed his hands on her hips, "It's nice and warm between these." He snuggled in between them even more and gave a contented sigh.

"Well, you just hold that thought, little sweetie." She said and leaning over, gave him a kiss and booped his nose with her finger. "I'll be... right... back." She said with sultry eyes and gave him another kiss before heading into the washroom.

Fen had a dreamy expression on his face and leaned against Owen's stomach and looked up at him smiling, "She's wonderful, isn't she?"

Owen grinned and rubbed Fen's head, "That she is. That she is. C'mon!"

Owen waved his hand for Fen to follow. They went to his bedroom, which had a king sized bed. "I even tidied up in here myself, expecting company." He explained and removed his shirt and shoes and gave a small squirt of cologne.

Turning to Fen, he offered the bottle, "Why are you just standing there? Loose the shirt and shoes. She'll do the rest. She likes it like that."

Fen looked at Owen with a wry smile and removed his shirt. Sniffing the scent of the cologne, he jerked back and handed it back without using any. "What are we supposed to do while she's gone?" Fen asked, again leaning against Owen's stomach, looking up and giving a grin.

"Probably not what you're imagining, kiddo." Owen chided with a smile and flopped down on the bed.

Fen removed his shoes and moved to the opposite side of the bed.

A few moments layer, Tralena walked in with a sultry expression, one high heel placed in front of the other giving her large hips an exaggerated wiggle. She was wearing black lace lingerie and garters holding up her sheer stockings and was pantiless.

She walked to the side where Fen was standing, staring mesmerized, then turned like a model and walked back over to the side Owen was on and had her side to him. "I hope you boys approve of the attire?"

Owen ran his hand up the back of her leg, giving a tickle behind her knee, making her giggle. He ran his hand caressingly over her ample and perfectly half-moon rounded ass, "Oh indeed my dear. Indeed!"

She walked slowly to the foot end of the bed and crawled on and halfway up, knelt. She patted the side of the bed that Fen was still standing beside, "You wanna lay down hun, or are you just going to watch?"

"I... I ah, errrr..." Fen hesitated nervously, then lay down.

She ran her hands over each of their chest. "Mmmm, I do like my hairy men." She smiled at Owen, "Big fuzzy bear." She smiled at Fen, "Little fox plushy."

She ran her hands down to their pants, unbuttoning them both and opening the fronts. Owen's erection sprang out as she ran her hand across and down his shaft as he ran his hand down her breast, over her rounded belly and down her leg.

Fen's swelling sheath rose up with a red tip protruding out. He leaned his head back and sighed in pleasure as the tips of her red fingernails ran over his large-for-a-fennec, furry balls and up and underneath his sheath.

She took their balls in each hand and massaged them, "My boys are feeling a little full tonight, are we?"

Fen nodded and groaned, his back arching somewhat as his erection became full. He was about half Owen's length and thickness and his slightly tapered penis came to a point at the end, on which a little drop formed. She leaned over and sipped his drop from his tip, Fen giving a little gasp as she did.

She leaned over Owen and gave his penis a squeeze and licked the more voluminous pre-cum off his glans. Owen ran his hands through her hair as she did, she giving him flicks with her tongue.

"You guys are so full, you're leaking. Better get rid of those restraints." She said as she got up and removed their pants.

Crawling back on the bed, she lifted her breasts, "A girl needs our of her restraints, too."

Owen leaned over and unclasped her laces and garters, revealing her heavy breasts. He took one and kissed them and gave a suck on her nipple. She lay over on her side on his chest as he leaned back against the pillows and kissed him passionately.

Fen had rolled on his side and was running his nose over her breasts, making her giggle as his whiskers grazed her skin. Her large nipples stood on end and he began suckling her like a kit.

"Ooh, that feels so good." She said, rubbing the back of his head. Her large breasts were so soft that his entire nose disappeared up to his eyes in them. Owen lifted her other large mammary and began suckling as Tralena lay back on Owen and gave a pleasured smile.

As she did so, her legs spread apart, still in their sexy hosiery and high heels. Her tight, curly bush glistening with her excitement.

Fen's nose twitched and he licked downward, across her belly then moving in position between her legs, ran his nose across her plump lips, flicking at them with his tongue. Then he plunged his long, Canisian tongue inside her.

Tralena let out a short scream as her eyes went wide and she thrust back her head. Her pelvis quivered and she grabbed the back of Fen's head, pushing him closer to her.

She grunted and moaned, gritting her teeth and panting. Finally she let out a loud, long moan as she squirted a hard stream of juice, right between Fen's eyes and over his nose.

Fen was now out of her, lapping at her lips and matted bush, as well as her juices that was dripping down from his nose.

"Oh my GAWD! That... that tongue!" Tralena panted. She pulled him upwards and kissed him. He began licking her shoulders and neck as she ran her fingers hard through his back fur. "I want my boys inside me. I need your cum inside me!"

She got on her hands and knees and licked at Owen's balls. Fen moved in behind her and admired her rear held high for him. He caressed and licked her ass before centring himself and penetrating her.

Owen had never seen a fennec of this alien species make love before and was fascinated with the show. Especially when he saw Fen's squat in behind her and lean over her back, he assumed he was too short to reach her kneeling. His eyes lit up with his insertion and his bushy tail raised. Fen shifted around for a moment and his mouth opened and his eyes closed and he began thrusting like a jack rabbit.

Tralena was sucking and bouncing her head up and down Owen's shaft, fondling his balls as she gave him something she hadn't before and he was very appreciative of the intimate act. Tralena gave little grunts and quivers as she climaxed again to Fen's tiny penis hammering at her from behind.

Owen was close to orgasm when Fen gave high pitched squeaks with his panting and he saw the little fennec's tail flagging downward and quivering, then up and down and quivering again in time with what obviously was streams of his climax.

Simultaneously, Owen exploded in Tralena's mouth. She lowered her head as far as she could on him and he could feel on his head, the contractions of her throat as she swallowed his own massive release.

With what felt like a weight lifted off him and a warm glow filling his body, Owen contracted out of Tralena's mouth and she gasped for breath. He ran his hand through her soft, silky hair and looked over to see Fen slumped over her back, panting heavily.

His face had never looked so relieved, so peaceful since he had known him. Fen's tail lowered and he moved from a squat position to kneeling. He began kissing and licking Tralena's back.

"How ya doing back there, plushy?" She asked.

"Word... words can't describe what I feel right now." Fen said gently and continued kissing her.

Tralena smiled at Owen and slowly turned around to Fen, who was still on his knees. His fur was soaked from his navel on downwards and a large wet spot graced Owen's bed cover. She got on her knees and as she did, Owen could see a mini river of Fen's thin, almost clear sperm rush out of her, down the inside of her thighs and onto his bed. He grimaced at the mess.

"Did my sweet little plushy have his first time with a human?" She said sweetly, embracing him and kissing him. "Because you were my first spaceman and honey, you made me want more of you."

Laying beside and snuggling to Owen, she ran her hand through his chest hair. "How's my fuzzy bear doing?"

"Absolutely wonderful, my dear. Thank you." He replied and kissed her. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her deeply.

He felt Fen's arm reach around her and his body press against his arm that was around her back. Fen kissed and licked her tenderly, his large ears flattened against his head. "Looks like you're going to get a double-cuddle, you sweet thing."

She giggled, "Two handsome boys, it's a fantasy for me come true."

"Eeek!" She gave a squeal and a giggle. "Feels like someone isn't done!"

Tralena lay her leg up and across Owen as Fen moved his arm lower around her hip. The bed shook as the little fennec began thrusting rapidly once again.

She gave a gasp and a smile. "He's in my ass, the little sneak!" She whispered and giggled.

Taking a little longer, Fen gave his final load of the night to Tralena and fell on his back, panting and spent.

She rolled over on her back, taking deep breaths and staring at the ceiling.

"In my younger days, I'dda rolled you over towards him and finished up for the night." Owen said with a grin.

She gave a large exhale and flapped her lips like a horse snorting, "In my younger days, I would have wore you both out. I'm done, sugars."

Owen woke the next morning to hear the shower running. He felt an arm across his chest and placed his arm around the body and snuggled it close. Then he noticed rather than being soft and smooth, it was furry and firm.

He opened his eyes with a start and saw Fen's head on his chest, snoring soundly.

He was going to freak out on him and relaxed. "She was probably your first real one, kid. I'll let you have your morning." he slipped his arm out from underneath him and lay on his back, Fen's head on his chest, now hearing the forced air body drier going.

Minutes later, Tralena came in, her hair in a towel and the rest of her naked beauty ready for another day. She sat on the side of the bed and kissed Owen tenderly. "Good morning, fuzzy bear."

"Good morning, beautiful." He replied. "Running off already?"

She shook her head, "Not until after noon. Want some breakfast?"

He took her hand and kissed it, holding her against his face. "That would be great."

Fen gave a stretch and a grunt. With a wide mouthed yawn and a couple of smacks, he opened his eyes. "Breakfast? I can make that for us."

Owen looked at him, then at Tralena. "He's really good in the kitchen, if you want some help." Looking back at Fen, "And it would get him out of my bed. He's creeping me out, being all cuddly and stuff."

"That would be great!" She said with a smile. "Whenever I spend the night here, I feel married again. Stuck with the breakfast, stuck washing his sheets." She rolled her ebony eyes with her arms up in the air.

"And I ask you to do none of it!" Owen protested with a smile.

"Great!" Fen said cheerfully and got out of bed. "And I'll do the sheets." He blushed and gave a guilty look, "Since I seem to have... made most of the mess." He giggled like a girl and went out of the room.

"Did you enjoy last night?" Tralena asked sweetly.

Owen kissed her hand again, "Immensely."

She leaned over and kissed him, then got up to continue getting dressed, even of it was an evening dress in the morning. She went to leave the room when Owen spoke.

"Is there anything wrong with you feeling married again?"

She looked at him and smiled. "No. At least not the times I'm with you." She left the room.

Owen stretched and propped his head up on another pillow, picking up his computer, checking for the morning news. "They blow ya, then they're stuck to ya."

He put down his computer for a moment and pondered a married life. Of all the one night stands and weekend flings he's fished out of the cougar bar, Tralena was the best. The most special. The most.... "Nah!" He said aloud and picked up his computer again.

She left that afternoon, to much parting sorrow on Fen's part. Owen was more sad than usual to see her go. But, there was next weekend. Maybe a picnic at the conservatory that was open in the winter for those. Yeah, a picnic with all of them. How nice that would be.

He wondered why he thought of that. He wondered even more why his mind put Fen in the picture. "Old and alone." he mumbled to himself. "Messes up the mind as bad as night shifts."

Fen got spruced up and grabbing his networking tool kit, was off as well. "I'm on afternoon shift, so don't wait up for me."

"I wasn't going to." Owen grumbled.

"Oh and I have a steak and a piece of chicken prepared and ready for cooking in the sprige. The steak is mine." he said opening the door to leave.

"Sounds fine to me."

The door closed, then opened again. "The bedding is in the sanitizer, but I didn't have time to fold them. can you do that?"

"I always do!"

Fen finally left. But expecting him to come back in with another instruction or information, Owen went to the door. He listened, but it was quiet.

He opened the door and was startled to see Fen still standing there. "Why are you lurking, you ridiculous fox?" He shouted at him.

Fen hopped up and gave Owen a swift lick across his lips, "See you later, fuzzy bear." He scurried off down the hallway.

Owen wiped his lips with his sleeve, annoyed. "You're a bitch, Fen. A BITCH!" He shouted down the hallway.

Fen just looked back with a smile and gave him a wink.

Owen closed the door. "Two more days. Two more days!" He grumbled. Then laughed.