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Out of Flight, Out of Mind By Green A Commission for sdsmillar

The tall, handsome stag sat at the table, twiddling his thumbs and trying to contain his excitement, to mixed results. He had quite a few reasons to be excited, of course, but he wanted to contain that delight until he could share it. Try as he might, he couldn't keep himself from continually looking to the restaurant's entrance, or keep his hoof from tapping on the floor, no matter how much he tried to focus on the menu and what he was planning on ordering. Finally, his impatience was rewarded, and he broke out into a wide grin as he saw a vision of beauty in the form of a slender, graceful doe walking up to the concierge, who gestured towards the stag's table. Her face lit up as soon as their eyes met, and he raised a hand to wave at her. Really, he wanted to leap from his seat, race across the room, and pull her into one of those pull-her-off-her-feet-and-swing-her-in-a-circle hugs you occasionally see in movies, but he somehow restrained himself, staying in his seat until she was almost there, and then standing to greet her with a much more reserved hug and a brief kiss.

Cara was still tingling with excitement, and from the sparkle in his eyes, she knew her boyfriend felt the same way, and all from his happiness for her. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Sean McIntire?" she asked, once they'd leaned apart. Truthfully, she would have been happy kissing him much, much longer, but standing in the middle of a restaurant, it didn't seem prudent. Sean laughed happily and brushed the backs of his fingers across one of her cheeks. "Oh, you're one to talk," he scoffed, playfully, "if I didn't know you, I'd think you were some kind of heavenly vision. You look amazing in that dress, you know." Cara positively beamed at him as they took their seats at the table, their hands sliding down each others' arms, reluctant to relinquish contact, until finally those hands met, their fingers entwining, at the midpoint of the table. Cara looked down at herself, clad in a figure-flattering black dress with thin, lacy straps over the elegant curves of her shoulders. "You know, I had a pretty good feeling I looked great in this," she deadpanned, nodding, giving her long, red hair a jostle, "But it's always nice to have it confirmed." "And you've got the skills to back it up, clearly," he said, "and I'm not just saying that because I'm hoping to get in your pants tonight. Maybe I should just start calling you 'Ace'. Eh? What do you think; Cara 'Ace' Middleton, I think it's got a real ring to it!" Cara chuckled at the stag's shameless flattery, averting her eyes demurely and making a dismissive gesture. "Oh, stop," she said, in a tone of voice that suggested he should do anything but, "You're making me blush!" After a moment, she looked back up at him, one ear twitching with curiosity. "So you made it to the race after all?" she asked, "I wasn't sure, and when I didn't see you before I had to go do my final checks..." Sean reached back and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. "I'm sorry about that, Cara, I was right on schedule to getting off early, wanted to surprise you, but then the rail traffic controller had my train pull off the main track onto a siding to let another train pass by first. Twice!" he complained, referencing his job as a trainee conductor, "I barely got there in time for the start of the race. I promise you, though, I got to see you fly."

The slender doe leaned back in her chair and cocked her head to one side. "And what did you think?" she asked, confidently. "What did I think?" Sean repeated, incredulously, "I thought you were amazing! You dominated those amateurs! You were almost a full second faster than the chump in second place, and that's a big deal in a time trial." Cara grinned; she loved it when he acted like a fanboy, but she did need to correct one thing. "Hey now, I may have won, but it's not because the competition weren't great pilots," she said, as close to sternly as she could manage while still smiling from ear to ear, "I still only finished in fifth place for the overall season, don't forget..." He winked at her as he shook his head. "Incredible," he whispered, "Drop-dead gorgeous, the best pilot I know, and she's modest." Cara giggled again, making a dismissive gesture. "You're incorrigible," she said, not sounding especially unhappy about it, "Really, Sean, what'd you think of my run?" The deer got down to talking about the time trials, pausing only to place their orders when the waiter came by, discussing the various curves and turns, the way her opponents had handled them, how the well-maintained plane had responded to her commands... talking it over with her boyfriend, Cara could almost feel the way she had in the cockpit, going like a bat out of hell through the last gates as the race coordinator delivered his verdict, which was broadcast into her radio and over the public loudspeaker. "Number thirteen, Middleton... 53.52 seconds, no penalties. That's enough to take first place, congratulations!" She tingled just thinking about it.

Back in reality, Sean smiled as he looked at her. "I love how energized you always get after you've flown," he said, "I wish I could share that with you." The doe grinned at him and leaned on her elbows, regarding him slyly. "As I recall, I tried to share that with you," she said, "took you on a nice, simple run, didn't even have any turns or loops, and, ah... You didn't handle it so well, sweetie." She giggled as he blushed and pouted, crossing his arms, but he couldn't hide the happiness that remained in his voice. "Yeah, yeah, flygirl, laugh it up," he muttered, "You just love to bring up my moment of weakness." She smiled brightly and gestured towards the ceiling. "Well, if you'd like to prove you're a big strong buck and redeem that 'moment of weakness'," she teased, "I could always take you up tomorrow and show you the run from the race!" To her delight, Sean made a face and went slightly pale, quickly raising his hands and shaking them in surrender. "Oh, no way," he said, ears lowering meekly, "Maybe my hooves were meant to stay on the ground, like our ancestors, you ever think of that?" After that, the two of them had a nice laugh together.

There was a moment of silence as they sipped at the wine that had already been delivered, and then Sean regarded his lover a bit more seriously than before. "Hey, Cara..." he said, quietly, "I gotta ask... when you rolled to the right after the last gate... was that for me?" She reached forward and booped the other cervine on the nose. "I said I'd do a victory roll for you if I got a good time, didn't I?" she asked, happily, "Of course it was for you, sweetie." He grinned and leaned back in his seat, his eyes drifting off to the side as their waiter returned with the food. A pair of juicy steaks might seem out of place for a deer couple, but then, as Sean had pointed out, going by nature, does couldn't fly either. "I never had the slightest doubt," he said, earnestly, "Hell, you beat the guy behind you in the semi-finals by two full seconds, I thought there might be something wrong with his plane, but I guess he was just a chump compared to you! Ah, I mean, I guess he was just having a bad run?" Cara thanked the waiter, a short, somewhat stressed-looking arctic fox, and smiled at her lover. "That's better," she said, "But, uh, just between you and me... that guy is kind of a chump." The couple laughed happily and then set into their meal, the conversation drifting to other, less exciting topics.

* * *

An hour or so later, the door to the duplex the deer rented together swung open, the streetlight outside dramatically silhouetting the couple as they held each other close, kissing with the passion they'd had to suppress for politeness' sake at dinner. Sean's hands traced Cara's curves, lingering on her rear, squeezing her ass through her dress and teasing at the tuft of tail that peeked through its designated hole, while she returned the favour with a uniquely cervine expression of intimacy, raising her hands above his head and feeling up her boyfriend's antlers, sliding her fingers along the hard material and tracing the unique shape Sean's horns took. When they broke off the kiss, they leaned back and just looked at each other in the doorway another moment longer. "Jesus, you're gorgeous..." murmured Sean, "I've wanted you ever since I saw you back at the restaurant." Cara blushed as she smiled, idly reaching up and toying with a lock of her hair. "I think we should probably go inside first," she teased, "unless you were planning on giving the neighbours a show..." Sean gave her a Look, and smirked. "Well... I'm game if you are," he deadpanned, and as he finished that sentence, the hand that continued to fondle Cara's pert rump suddenly grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it upwards, briefly exposing her soft, round buttocks and the jet black underwear she was wearing to the front porch, and any theoretical leering perverts who might be watching the couple. The pilot yelped adorably, shoving her dress back down, and scowled at her boyfriend as he chuckled, though she couldn't help but grin after a moment, shaking her head. "You ass," she murmured, elbowing him gently, as she walked past him into the dark house. Flicking the lights on and scruffing her hooves against the front mat to remove the most egregious dirt she'd picked up during the day, she glanced back at Sean as he locked the door. "Can't believe you did that," she said, "This is a tight dress. What if I hadn't been wearing any panties?" The buck looked over at her with feigned surprise on his face. "You were wearing panties?" Cara found that a little funny, but hid that successfully and crossed her arms. "Sean!" she scolded, "You're not acting like you're trying to get into my pants, you know." Raising his hands apologetically, Sean smiled that devilishly handsome grin of his, the one that made her feel warm and happy inside. "You're right, you're right," he admitted, walking closer, "Let me make it up to you..." And the deer embraced in the front hall, kissing hungrily and passionately, and within moments, Cara sighed contentedly through her nostrils, her irritation evaporating.

As they walked into their bedroom, Sean was already unbuttoning his shirt, and helping Cara along by undressing her with his eyes. "Now remember," he said, "I'm running a spare board tonight, so we've gotta wrap everything up by about midnight, okay?" This was similar in practice to a doctor being 'on call', essentially Sean was due to report in for a second shift, but he didn't know for sure when it was going to start, so he had to wait for the rail company to give him a call and tell him to come in. Sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching her man strip his shirt off, admiring Sean's well-toned chest, Cara grinned hungrily. "Oh, don't worry," she murmured, sensually, "we can get lots done by midnight, just you wait and see." As he stepped up to her, discarding his shirt, Sean raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you forgetting something, hon?" he asked, regarding her fully-clothed form. Standing, Cara stepped right up to him and raised her arms elegantly over her head. "I'd rather you do it for me," she whispered, and licked his nose playfully. The stag shivered visibly and let out a huff through his nostrils, then he grinned as widely as Cara had ever seen. Without a word, he reached down and began running his hands up and down her body, finally coming around to her back, where he slowly, slowly unfastened the zipper on her dress as he kissed her, his other hand getting itself lost in her long, flowing red hair. When the dress was unfastened, Sean leaned back and hooked his fingers under the shoulder straps, and gently lifted the flattering garment up and off her, the fabric silently sliding over her pelt, her well-toned abs and slender arms, revealing her inch by inch, and ultimately confirming to the buck's eyes that Cara had indeed worn panties that night... but she wasn't wearing a bra. Taking significantly more care with the dress than he had with his own shirt, Sean went and draped it over the back of the chair by Cara's vanity table, but he never took his eyes off her, letting his gaze roam the body she proudly showed off to him. As he stepped back up to her, he cupped her cheeks in both hands, which earned him points in Cara's book for not immediately going for her breasts, and gazed into her soft eyes. "My God, you're beautiful..." he whispered, and in that moment it sounded less like a compliment and more like a quiet exclamation, as though he were so moved, he couldn't not say it. As he leaned in to kiss her, Cara took hold of his belt and began unfastening his pants without looking. "You're not so bad yourself, handsome."

Their lips met, Sean's pants fell to the floor, and after a few moments, as their tongues danced and intertwined, his rough lips playing against hers, the buck kicked his hooves free of his trousers and eased Cara down to the bed without breaking off the kiss. Then, and only then, did one of his hands move to her chest, taking hold of one of the pilot's pert breasts and giving it a gentle squeeze, rubbing his thumb across her nipple and making Cara shiver. When his lips slipped from hers down to her sensitive throat, and he began to kiss and nuzzle there, the doe tilted back her head, closed her eyes, and moaned softly, already intensely turned on. The truth was, after an incredible run like she'd had that afternoon, Sean would have needed to be pretty boneheaded not to get to this point with her; she'd been craving some physical attention to cap the day off for hours. It wasn't that she got turned on by the act of flying or winning the race or anything ridiculous like that, she just felt such a rush from such things, felt so alive, and she wanted to share that energy with the man she loved. As he gently nipped at her shoulder, she shuddered against him, and moved her hand down to his groin, pressing against his boxers and fondling his hardening prick through the thin material. Stroking his shaft, feeling him twitch and pulse, responding eagerly to her touch, Cara trembled with delight, and it encouraged Sean to step things up, moving down and closing his lips over one of her nipples as his hand migrated south, slipping under the waistband of her panties and cupping over her heated vulva. The doe moaned out loud, arching her back and trembling with pleasure as she felt a tongue working over her stiffening nipple and a set of strong, confident fingers rubbing and teasing at her entrance. Cara spread her legs a little wider, wanting Sean to have as much access to her nethers as possible, pushing her hips against his hand. But as she returned her back to the bed, her boyfriend almost poked her eye out, and she put a hand on Sean's antlers, gently pushing them away from her face. "Whoa, watch out for these, babe," she said, amused, since no harm had been done. Pulling away from her breast, a short-lived chain of saliva briefly linking his lips to her nipple, Sean grinned and blushed. "S-sorry, Cara," he muttered, "You'd think I'd be better at remembering..." As he adjusted his position, moving up to kiss her so his antlers would be out of harm's way, Cara winked at him to show there were no hard feelings. "It's okay," she murmured as he leaned in, "Maybe I should get myself some goggles for next time." She was expecting a witty reply, but instead Sean suddenly squeezed her clitoris between two fingers, catching her off-guard with the pleasure it wrought. She tensed up and moaned again, just as his lips made contact with hers, trapping the sound between their mouths.

It wasn't long before Sean broke off the kiss, groaning with desire. "God, Cara, you're so wet, it's driving me crazy..." he murmured into her ear, "Please, I need you so bad..." Knowing what he was asking even without the words, the pilot nodded eagerly, and with one farewell pat of her labia, he pulled his hand out of her panties and began tugging them down her shapely thighs. Once he got them free of her hooves, he handled them a bit and then chuckled. "Damn, girl, these are soaked, I'm actually kinda flattered," he chuckled, "Let's get to it, then!" He reached for her again, but Cara lifted a leg and placed a hoof gently on his chest. "Ah, ah, ah!" she said, wiggling a finger scoldingly, "Not with those on!" Sitting up, she grabbed his dick through his boxers, taking a moment to tug the material tight against it, clearly showing off his shape, and the fact that he'd now reached his full pride. "Mmmm, beautiful," she murmured approvingly, as she leaned in close enough that she could catch a hint of his musk. Pulling the material away from his body, she peeked in the top and smiled at the sight of Sean's penis standing up, pointing right at her, as if it were happy to see her again. Since the buck was on his knees, he had to do a little awkward adjusting so Cara could get his underwear off, but soon enough he was as naked as she was. He moved to embrace her, but the doe stopped him by bending down and taking hold of his cock again, and then leaning in and planting a kiss on the underside of his shaft. Sean grunted as his manhood throbbed in her hand, a drop of pre-come emerging to sit on his tip, perfectly balanced atop the tiny opening to his urethra. Grinning, her tuft of a tail twitching happily, Cara moved up and dragged her tongue against the sensitive flesh of the head of his cock, licking up the pre in the process, and Sean groaned, shivering. It was when she continued to lick and kiss and tease at him that the stag spoke up. "C-Cara," he whispered, "That's nice, but... but I wanted to make love to you..." Glancing up, Cara made eye contact and gave his penis one last lick before answering, wanting to see the look on his face. "And you will, sweetie, just relax," she replied, soothingly, "I just wanted to do this first." It didn't exactly take a mind reader to gather what Sean was thinking as he looked over to their alarm clock. "But babe..." he started, uncertainly. Cara interrupted him and made a dismissive gesture. "Oh hush, we've got hours before midnight," she said, almost sternly, "and don't think I won't keep you from the rails if I'm not completely satisfied when that call comes." With that, Cara went back to kissing his cock, which was now glistening with her saliva, and then Sean laughed softly. "Yes, ma'am!" he said, smiling, "I love it when you get all Queen of the Skies with me."

Cara continued teasing her boyfriend for a while with quick kisses and fleeting licks, and then, when she thought she heard a quiet whimper and decided he'd had enough, she caught him by surprise and planted another kiss directly against the tip of his crown, only for her lips to part, allowing her to take the surprised buck's prick into the warmth of her mouth. "Ahhh, fuck!" Sean gasped, his legs tensing up as he shivered, reaching forward with a groan and putting his hands on Cara's head, gently gripping the doe's ears and running his fingers along her luxuriant red hair. "Sh-shit..." he muttered, as Cara slowly took his entire length into her mouth, "Oh, Cara..." The corners of Cara's muzzle turned upwards, and she closed her eyes, focusing on her task as she reached his base. For a moment, she just sat there, enjoying the sensation of having her boyfriend's entire penis in her muzzle at once, and then she began to move, sliding back towards the head as her tongue licked and rubbed at the underside of his shaft. Soon she began to move her mouth back and forth along Sean's erection, her soft lips and tongue working together to keep the buck trembling and groaning. "Fuck me, Cara, that feels so good..." he muttered, as he began to scratch her behind the ears. As with most morphic species, this felt very, very good to deer, so she sighed happily through her nostrils and kept going. All this time, she'd left her hands on his thighs, so she moved one up and took hold of Sean's dangling scrotum, gently (very gently) squeezing the orbs inside and rolling them around her hand. Sean had previously mentioned to her that he didn't get much out of having his balls played with, but Cara enjoyed it as something to do with her hands while she was going down on him, and he wasn't exactly going to complain about it, and certainly not when he was getting his dick sucked! So instead, he just sighed contentedly and watched happily as his girlfriend bobbed up and down his length, making the occasional quiet slurping noise as she worked.

Cara allowed herself to get lost in the moment, to be absorbed in the task of bringing bliss to her lover... and in the powerful scent of his masculine pheromones, which were of course impossible to ignore, with her nose down by his nethers. She was growing warm and wet, her pussy begging to be touched, but she held off, knowing it would make it all the sweeter when Sean, the gentleman that he was, inevitably returned the favour. So she was floating somewhere in a haze of sex when the stag brought her back to reality by moaning and shuddering, his hands tightening around her ears as her tongue picked up the taste of his pre. "Oh God..." he groaned, "S-stop it, baby, I'm g-gonna come if you don't..." Cara pulled off his cock and immediately began stroking it with her free hand, so that he didn't get a single moment's respite from the pleasure. "It's okay, Sean," she cooed, "I want you to come, you don't have to hold back." Shuddering again, the other deer whimpered, unconvinced. "B-but..." "I told you before, sweetie, this is not over until we're both satisfied," she insisted, "Now just relax, stop fighting it, and show me how good I'm making you feel..." There was a moment of silence, aside from the panting, and then Sean groaned, long and loud, shaking his head. "God, I love you..." he said, an incredulous tone to his voice. Cara chuckled as she moved back into position. "Love you too, babe." With that, she took Sean's prick back into her mouth, cheerfully picking up where she left off. The buck noticeably relaxed as she continued, giving her the distinct impression he was taking her advice and not fighting it so hard. Within moments, he was reacting to her ministrations much more than before, trembling and whimpering and panting as she eased him closer and closer to the edge, until finally, with a louder groan than before, Sean gave her a much-appreciated warning. "Fuck! Oh, C-Cara, I'm s-so close, I'm r-right there!" he managed, "I - I'm coming! Ohhhhh, I'm coming..." Cara responded by eagerly pulling back until just the head of his dick was in her mouth, and then vigorously stroking his thick shaft with her hand, determined to finish him off with gusto. As she swirled her tongue around his crown, encouraging him to be productive, Sean threw back his head and cried out passionately, his entire body tensing up when his orgasm finally overwhelmed him. Sean's prick began throbbing against Cara's fingers and lips, spurting thick, hot cervine cream into the doe's welcoming mouth, painting her tongue and cheeks with bountiful gouts of his seed, ejected in time with his yelps and moans. All the while, his sac twitched and pulsed against her other hand, which continued to grope and manipulate her lover's testicles as he came and came and came.

When Sean's pleasures had finally burned themselves out, the couple stayed frozen for a few heartbeats, as if suspicious that the buck might suddenly resume pumping come into his lover's muzzle at any moment. When that never happened, the deer relaxed, Cara pulling away from his already-softening penis and leaning up to embrace Sean without a word. She let the last mouthful of his gift linger on her tongue for just a moment, the naughty sensation fuelling the need that still burned within her, and then swallowed, smiling almost as widely as he was in his moment of afterglow. Breaking off the hug, the couple moved to lie down, giving their knees a break after all that kneeling. Sean sighed happily and stretched out, blatantly feeling like a million bucks. "Now that," he started, wrapping an arm around his lover as she spooned against him, "was one for the record books." The doe brushed some crimson hair out of her eyes and smiled. "You're just saying that," she replied, quietly, "You always make it sound like it was the best one ever." Deep down, she didn't believe that he would just blow smoke to make her feel better, and his words did indeed make her feel oddly proud. "I'll say this," he said, chuckling, "That sure as hell didn't feel like fifth place!" Giggling, she kissed him on the cheek and snuggled in close, even as she took hold of his wrist and boldly pushed his hand between her legs, to feel how much she needed him. "I'll bet it didn't," she teased, "but now the question is, what are you going to do to show your thanks, Mr. Locomotive?" The trainee conductor laughed softly and turned his head away, doing a rather poor job of pretending to be distressed. "Give me a break, woman, I need a chance to recover!" he said, as she ran his fingers up and down her slit. "Ohhh no," she replied, licking his cheek, "Didn't you hear? I'm Cara 'Ace' Middleton, and I always get what I want." Grinning impishly, the doe pulled her lover's hand away from her opening and pushed it against his own muzzle, smearing her honey against his nostrils and overpowering Sean with her scent. "F-fuuuuck..." he moaned, squirming on the bed as his body was suddenly assaulted by feminine pheromones. Cara was deeply pleased with herself when she saw that even in his spent state, Sean's penis visibly throbbed as he sampled her desire, drooling some leftover come onto his thigh. Shaking his head and grinning delightedly, Sean sat up and sighed exaggeratedly. "No rest for the wicked, I guess," he muttered, "I'll just have to try and enjoy myself, somehow."

Cara lay back against the cushions and spread her legs, looking up at her boyfriend with a come hither expression on her face, but Sean just smirked and raised a hand, swirling a finger in a circle. "I wanna try something new," the stag said, "turn around and get on all fours." Her ears twitching with curiosity, Cara did as he asked, eagerly looking over her shoulders as she got on her hands and knees, facing the headboard, and wiggled her rump at him invitingly. Deer aren't known for having much tail, but what little she did have, Cara lifted up, a miniature flag that she knew would make her even more irresistible to her man. Sure enough, Sean immediately reached forward, placing a hand on one pert, round buttock, rubbing his thumb across the thin fur there, spreading it to the side and churring at the appealing sight before him. After admiring the view of her treasures for a moment, he lifted his other hand to her other cheek, mirroring his pose, and then leaned in and buried his muzzle against her hot flesh, his lips pressing against her labia as though he was giving her vulva a kiss. Just as Cara was sighing from the teasing pleasure, Sean extended his tongue and licked at her glistening slit, bathing her sensitive flesh in long, wide strokes of his tongue. The tip of his tongue pressed against her cleft just hard enough to part her folds, but never pressed between them, focusing on what could be seen from the outside. As her hooves shuddered and twitched (since she didn't have toes to curl involuntarily), the doe couldn't help but wonder if this was revenge for all the teasing licks she'd given her lover's cock when she'd gotten started. "Oh - oh, shit, Sean, that's nice..." she murmured, blushing and smiling self-consciously. He'd gone down on her before, of course, but something about her position - on all fours, ass up in the air like that - made her feel so much more exposed than simply being naked with her stag, and that made the whole thing a little more thrilling, a little more erotic. She opened her mouth to remind Sean of what she liked, and was momentarily surprised when a moan came out instead, coaxed out of her as her lover casually moved a hand to the top of her slit and began to stroke her clitoris as he licked. The pilot turned her head forward, since all she could see behind her were Sean's fingers curling around her bum and his antlers sticking up above it, and lowered herself to her elbows, focusing on the pleasure, on the movements of that beautiful tongue against her pussy. "Ohhhh yeah..." she breathed, mostly to herself, "I always get what I want..."

Cara let her mind drift, and lost herself to the pleasure the same way she'd lost herself in her ministrations earlier. All things considered, she enjoyed this experience rather a lot more. Soon, Sean's tongue had slipped between her labia and pressed deep into her warmth, licking and teasing at her inner walls, rubbing them lovingly and gathering up her flavourful nectar. At some point when she wasn't paying attention, she'd begun gently pushing her hips back against the buck's mouth, wanting to feel more, to feel him deeper, for this moment to never stop. Since she was leaning on her elbows, she lifted her free hands and began to play with her free-hanging breasts, squeezing the soft flesh in both hands and tweaking her hard, pointed nipples. For his part, Sean was as silent as she'd been earlier, his only sounds being the occasional lewd slurp or swallow. At least, that is, until he replaced his tongue with two fingers and peeked up over the curve of her butt to grin at her, his muzzle glistening with her juices. "You taste so good, sweetie," he breathed, his voice low and sensual, "I could eat you all night long... you make it very hard to go to work, Cara." The doe giggled self-consciously and immediately followed it with a whimper of pleasure, as one of her boyfriend's probing fingers grazed across a particularly sensitive spot within her vagina. Sean, being the attentive sort, instantly noticed her reaction, and his finger reversed direction to focus on the sweet spot, teasing back and forth across it until she moaned aloud, shuddering from head to toe and clenching down reflexively on his digits. "Shiiiit..." she groaned, "Then don't g-go to work! Let's j-just do this forever..." She let out an adorable yelp as he gently pinched her clit between the pads of two fingers, and Sean chuckled. "Mmmm, a girl after my own heart..." he breathed, leaning in to put his tongue back where it belonged. Cara whimpered happily as she felt that warm tongue wiggling around inside her again. By this point, even the excitement of the race and the thrill of victory had been pushed out of her head (if only just), leaving only her burning desire and the pleasure Sean was bringing her, the pleasure she wanted him to bring to her. Even though she was loving every second of this tongue-lashing, a part of her still longed for more, longed to be mounted, to feel her stag's hard prick pushing inside her and filling her up... She was brought out of that achingly wonderful mental image as Sean switched up his tactics, starting to finger her again as he latched his lips around her love button, suckling on her throbbing clit as though he were nursing on it. Cara swore in surprise, crying out as pleasure tingled its way throughout her body, and she began to wonder how much longer she could hold off...

The doe trembled and whimpered as her lover continued doting on her, teasing and licking and nipping and rubbing and always keeping her on her metaphorical toes. She'd gathered up tight fistfuls of the sheets below her as she pushed herself back at Sean's mouth, always needing more, feeling her climax slowly building within her. The buck mixed things up, sometimes licking at her dripping slit and working her button with his fingertips, sometimes licking or sucking on her clit and fingering her channel, and sometimes just to tease her he'd totally ignore one or the other for a while. Eventually, Cara let her head hang down, her scarlet hair cascading to the mattress beneath her, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. But while her head was hanging limply, she happened to open her eyes, and when they focused on something beyond her swaying breasts, her eyes widened and she grinned happily. Sean was still diligently working her feminine parts, bringing all his skill to bear, but even though he was ignoring his own body, his body wasn't ignoring what he was doing. The stag's penis was at half mast, and as Cara watched, fascinated, her lover's cock grew harder and harder, lifting up and standing proudly tall and rigid before her very eyes. The fact that he was recovering this fast had to be because he was getting turned on by what he was doing, and the fact that she was doing it to him delighted Cara, who felt even more worked up as a result. Letting go of the sheets and returning her hands to her tits, Cara moaned in deepest arousal, torn between desperately wanting to come and wanting to see if the two of them really could do this forever. Sean ran his tongue and fingers over her clenching, twitching inner walls, lapped up the juices that spilled forth, and teased her clitoris mercilessly, and Cara trembled and moaned and whimpered, whispering praise to her lover as she groped and fondled her own breasts to add the proverbial cherry on top.

With all this going on, it wasn't long before Cara was struggling to resist giving in to the pleasure, feeling like a balloon filled almost to bursting. "God, S-Sean, I'm almost there..." she yelped, feeling her pussy giving a warning squeeze even as her juices began to drip down her thighs, "Eat me, f-finger me, whatever you want, j-just don't stop!" Despite her words, the pilot kept fighting the ecstasy that so badly wanted to be released, holding it back as long as possible so she could stay in this moment. A groan of pleasure sounded behind her at the sound of her words, and Sean grabbed her ass so forcefully it arguably counted as a single spank, gripping her buttock tightly and pushing his tongue as deep into her tight snatch as it would reach, licking at her walls and slurping down her nectar with such passion that it made it seem like the buck had just wandered in from the desert, and she was the first drink he'd had in days. Then, his fingers began to flutter over every micrometer of exposed flesh on her clit, without pause. This clearly wasn't about teasing for Sean anymore, this was about bringing the woman he loved to orgasm, as long and as hard as possible. As Cara whimpered and trembled, she closed her eyes, picturing that balloon inside her, struggling to contain the raw, surging pleasure she was feeling. It swelled, threatened to burst, and then shrunk down again, momentarily victorious, but after only a few short moments, Cara realized, with sudden clarity, that the moment was upon her, and with a deep, shuddery breath... she let go. As her resistance fell, that 'pleasure balloon' grew to titanic size and finally popped, exploding within her like a supernova. "Oh Sean!" she cried, "I - I'm coming!" That was all she had time for before pleasure burned outwards from her femininity, blazing along her nerves like lightning and leaving a warm, tingling ecstasy in its wake. Cara arched her back, every muscle tightening up as her pussy went into spasms, clenching down on the invading tongue and squeezing it involuntarily, rhythmically. She opened her mouth to cry out again, and she found she was so overwhelmed that she couldn't utter a sound, so she just sat there and trembled as a gush of warm juices flooded forth to paint her lover's face with her arousal, as her clitoris throbbed against her boyfriend's fingertips, as her climax went on and on until it almost seemed like it would last for all time.

Suddenly, Cara found herself lying down. She didn't quite remember her orgasm coming to an end; she'd been trembling and crying out silently as pleasure wracked her entire body, so intense it nearly overwhelmed her, and now, here she was, lying face down against the bed, without a bit in-between where, presumably, she'd finished coming, Sean had pulled his tongue out of her pussy, and she sank down to the sheets. She smirked as she mentally compared it to old, poorly-kept movies she'd seen. 'This Scene Missing', indeed. She giggled at the thought, and looked to her right, where she found Sean lying on his side, gazing at her with a smile. "Ah, there you are," he said, softly, happily, "You kind of went to la-la land for a bit there. How was the trip?" Before he'd even finished speaking, he was leaning in, making a beeline towards her lips. The doe chuckled softly and turned to embrace him. "Second-best part of my day," she teased, pulling him in and kissing him, sighing happily through her nose as she did, "Mmmm..." As the deer embraced, Cara threw one leg over Sean's body possessively, and shivered with naughty delight as she felt the stag's rigid penis pressing against her pelvis. At this point, she knew without asking - or suggesting - that the two of them wouldn't be completely satisfied until and unless the two of them made love before Sean left for work. Though there was a kinky thrill to the idea of her lover being unable to keep her naked body out of his thoughts for the entirety of his second shift, Cara didn't consider the price - denying herself the same pleasure he craved - to be worth it. The cervine couple held each other close, hands wandering each other's bodies, sometimes caressing and stroking, intending to titillate, sometimes gripping and holding, like they were all that anchored each other to reality. One of the buck's hands slipped off Cara's ass, and the doe inhaled sharply as her lover's fingers pushed inside her - not stimulating her, remaining still, as if Sean just wanted to feel her around his fingers - and the confident male nipped at her neck, whispering into her ear with a hoarse, needy tone that made Cara shiver. "God, I want you so badly..." The pilot responded by looking her boyfriend boldly in the eyes and clenching her pussy around his digits. As he shivered, she winked, grinning at him with the natural confidence he loved about her. "I know," she replied, simply. Cara liked to imagine that the needy groan Sean let out was because of her strong, dominant response... but deep down, she suspected it had more to do with the fact that while he was distracted gazing into her eyes, she'd reached down and closed her fingers around the buck's erection. "The feeling is mutual," she whispered, smiling, "Let me assure you..."

With a groan of need, Sean leaned in and kissed her hungrily, and Cara was only too happy to return his affection. As they kissed, the lovers teased and caressed each other, Cara's hand fluttering along her boyfriend's dick even as he worked his own fingers in and out of her tight channel. Before long, Cara was clenching down on those invading digits, and Sean was throbbing and leaking pre all over her fingers, and both deer broke off the kiss at once, shuddering with need. They exchanged a glance, but no words. Sean raised both eyebrows, and Cara nodded. His question was as obvious as her answer. They reluctantly let go of each other so Cara could roll over and open the drawer in her nightstand. Giving her head a flick to the side to get her long red hair out of her eyes - she loved the look, but sometimes it got in the way - the doe reached into the box of condoms she kept in said drawer, her eyes widening as she felt around. "Ooooh, lucky!" she said, retrieving the entire box and tossing it to the floor as she held up the rubber triumphantly, "There was only one left!" Glancing pointedly at her lover's cock, Cara grinned. "So, you want me to put it on you?" she asked, playfully. The stag chuckled and winked at her. "Nah... I know you like to watch," he replied, just as playfully. Cara handed over the prophylactic and watched (indeed, with a deep interest) as Sean carefully opened the packet and removed the condom, placing it on his hard prick and rolling it down with a practiced ease, until - "No! Fuck! Fuck!" he suddenly shouted, catching Cara seriously off-guard. "S-Sean? What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. At first it didn't seem like he heard her. "God fucking damn it!" he growled angrily, doing a very good job of it for a prey species. But when he looked up at her, she saw that the anger in his eyes was tinged with disappointment and embarrassment. "It - the condom fucking broke as soon as I put it on!" he said, more quietly, spreading his hands apart and letting her see that the head of his dick was in fact poking all the way through a tear in the latex sheath. The buck sighed, frustration positively radiating off of him, his ears flitting back in shame. "I'm sorry, Car', it must have been defective," he sighed, shaking his head. Cara felt her pussy clench in on itself involuntarily, as her body caught up to the realization that she was going to be deprived of a good, solid dicking because of a faulty piece of plastic. "Awww..." she pouted, moving forward to embrace her man, "I'm sorry, baby..." As she hugged him tight against her, she could feel his muscles relaxing, feel the frustration slowly leaving his body. She liked that she had that effect on him.

Shaking his head and sighing again, the buck reached down and yanked the ruined condom off his hard-on, which bobbled back and forth for a moment afterwards from the force of his movement. Tossing it without looking in the general direction of the trash can, Sean lifted his arm and wrapped it around the doe he loved, tilting his head to the side and looking at her, managing a small smile. "I really, really wanted to fuck you, you know?" he whispered, before shrugging and continuing, saying "No use crying over split condoms, I suppose. We can still get each other off, after all. Heh, don't want to be heading off to work with blue balls. Maybe we could try a sixty-nine..." Cara felt herself clenching down again, and at that moment, she made a spur of the moment decision. A crazy decision, one that was more emotional than logical, but one the bold pilot went along with nonetheless. "Actually," she whispered back, reaching up and stroking her fingers along Sean's antlers, "I was thinking maybe you could fuck me." The stag swallowed and shivered at her daring words, his eyes darting back and forth between hers, uncertainty written all over his face. "...Cara, I can't tell if you're joking or not," he murmured, quietly. The doe reached down and closed her hand around his penis, but when she started to stroke, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her, so she settled for just holding him. "I'm serious, baby," she breathed, looking him dead in the eye, "You want me. I want you. So let's make love, just like we planned." Sean wasn't a stupid man, and he was perfectly aware that Cara wasn't a stupid woman, so he didn't point out the fact that if they had sex, they'd be doing it bareback, and Cara, who wasn't on the pill, would be playing a dangerous game, gambling with the risk of getting pregnant. "If it's that important to you, I could get dressed, go to the store..." the buck suggested, and his lover took his free hand in hers, giving it a squeeze and hitting him with her sexiest smile. "Look at the time, love, the stores will be closed, you'd have to drive all the way over to that gas station on Fifth," she said, gently, "No, I say we stay right here, you and me, and we do exactly what we were gonna do anyway." Sean swallowed, biting his cheek from the inside as he mulled that over for a moment. Then, he leaned in closer, his words dead serious and barely above a whisper. "Cara, are you sure?" he asked, "Because if you're sure, I'll go there with you." Smiling widely, she leaned in and nipped at his neck, making him sigh with pleasure. "I'm sure," she replied, confidently and happily. Just for good measure, she gave him a nod as he grinned back at her. Reaching out and stroking her hair, Sean shivered against her. "You know, sweetie?" he said, unable to hide his excitement, "I was really hoping you'd say that."

Nodding towards the head of the bed, Sean grinned wide enough to show his teeth. "Come on, love," he encouraged, patting the sheets with a hand, "Lay down so I can -" Cara silenced him with a single finger to his lips. "Actually," she interrupted, "I was kinda hoping we could do it... like we did it earlier. You know, from behind." Tilting his head to the side, the stag smirked, intrigued. "Doggy-style?" he replied. Cara shrugged and blushed. "Well, I wouldn't call it that, seeing how neither of us are canine," she said, "but yeah, that's one term for it." Seeing how appealing he found the idea, the doe slipped out of his arms and got onto all fours again, and when she saw that her lover couldn't take his eyes off her ass, she chuckled and wiggled it at him, enjoying the way the stag's eyes widened at the sight. Sending him a smile, accompanied by what was commonly referred to as 'bedroom eyes', Cara patted her tush invitingly, and made her feelings explicit. "Come on, sweetie, what are you waiting for? A written invitation?" she teased, "I've got an itch to scratch, and you're the perfect stud for the job!" Cara didn't often act so suggestively - or call Sean a stud for that matter - but she knew it would turn him on, and that was exactly what she needed right now. As the buck moved up behind her, she waited until the precise moment she felt the tip of his rigid cock brush against her labia and then threw her hand behind her, grabbing the wrist of the hand Sean was using to line himself up. Looking him in the eye, she put on a more serious expression. "Sean, before you get started, I wanted to make this clear. You have to pull out before you come," she said, "You can shoot it on the sheets, catch it in your hand, whatever - hell, if you really want, shoot it all over me, I can have a shower before I go to bed. Just... whatever you do, don't come inside me." Swallowing, understanding the importance of that request, the handsome male nodded. "I won't," he whispered, and to Cara's ears it sounded like a solemn vow. She smiled in relief that he hadn't made a big deal out of it and let go of his hands, and with that, Sean pushed forward.

Both deer shuddered with pleasure as Sean's cock parted Cara's folds and effortlessly slid inside her, making itself at home in her tight channel as the stag buried himself to the hilt in his lover's body. "God, it feels so different without the condom..." Sean groaned, "You're so fucking wet..." From Cara's perspective, it honestly didn't feel that different, since she could barely detect the presence of a condom anyway. Those nerves were made for pleasure, not precision. But just the idea that her lover was inside her, unprotected, was deeply arousing to the doe on a very primal level. So instead of commenting on how it felt, she just moaned out loud. As soon as he had fully sheathed himself, Sean bent forward, his chest rubbing against Cara's back, moving his hands to the bed and putting them directly next to Cara's, so he could rub the backs of her hands with his thumbs. Without wasting a single second, he pulled back with his hips, and Cara inhaled sharply at the sensation of his erection sliding back out of her pussy, rubbing against her slick inner walls as she quivered. Then, after bending down and sniffing at her neck - making Cara grin, knowing he was savouring her scent - the buck shoved forwards again, pushing home and immediately going into a healthy thrusting rhythm as his lover yelped in pleasure. The pilot tensed up all over and then relaxed as she grew used to the feeling of her boyfriend's thick cock sliding back and forth in her channel. "G-God, it's s-so good!" she cried, clenching down with her inner muscles the next time he was fully inside her. Sean just panted against her neck as he pushed into her again and again, his balls swinging forward and lightly bumping against her pelvis every time he sheathed himself in her tight warmth. After about thirty seconds of just sitting there, revelling in the sensations, Cara started pushing back against Sean's thrusts, giving them a little more oomph, a little more power, and, if only in her mind, a little more depth. The stag grunted with pleasure on the first few thrusts after she started this, and kept up the pace. By now, his scrotum was slapping against her body audibly, to the point where a tiny part of Cara's mind was surprised it didn't hurt him.

Once again, as before, Cara was aware of her pleasure building and building inside her; it seemed like every time her lover pounded home, he sent ripples of pleasure throughout her entire body, leaving her tingling in their wake. They kept this up for a while, losing themselves in each other, before Sean leaned down to Cara's ear and managed a few words. "Can - can you handle b-both of us?" he panted, "Our weight, I mean. Hnngh!" Cara wasn't sure exactly where he was going with this, but she liked the idea that he wanted to free his hands, so she adjusted the stance of her arms and nodded. "I got this!" she replied, confidently, at which point Sean kissed her on the back of the neck and lifted his hands away from the bed. "That's my girl..." he said, bringing one hand up to grip one of the doe's gently swaying mammaries, and the other down to the point of their union, where he pressed it against her pelvis and began to tease and stroke at her clitoris. Caught off-guard by this new pleasure, Cara arched her back and cried out a rather profane word so loud, she actually blushed, right there in the middle of The Deed, briefly wondering if their neighbours on the other side of the duplex had heard that. Then, like a reminder that she was getting fucked just how she wanted it, Sean nipped playfully at the back of her neck. He barely put any pressure on his teeth - prey species weren't as big about play-biting as, say, canines or felines - but it still sent ripples of bliss down Cara's spine, merging with the rhythmic pulses of pleasure that were radiating outwards from her pussy. Pushing the neighbours out of her mind, Cara closed her eyes and revelled in the moment, focusing on Sean's lips and teeth on her neck and shoulders, on his strong, railworker's hands on her breasts and clit, and, more than anything else, on his thick, beautiful prick, pushing deep into her tight channel and pulling back out, stimulating her sensitive spots on both trips, regular as clockwork. "Ohhh, fuck..." she moaned, shuddering hard, "I love it! Give it to me, Sean! Give it to me!" And with a strangled, passionate growl, he did just that.

After a while, Cara and Sean were both trembling and groaning, their pelts gleaming with the sweat of their exertion, the atmosphere of the room warmed by their lovemaking and full of their pheromones. The doe couldn't stop squirming, teetering on the edge of a pretty powerful orgasm, which she was fighting with all her might... but her boyfriend's relentless fingers were oh-so-effective at teasing her pulsing clit, and his prick felt so good... That train of thought was what led her to realize, with sudden clarity that pushed through the haze of raw lust, that if she was fighting her climax, how was he doing? "S-Sean? Baby? I - I'm getting c-close, I'm g-gonna come soon..." she panted, "How 'bout you? D-do you need to p-pull out?" Sean leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek from behind. "I didn't f-forget, sweetie," he replied, reassuring her, "Just gotta adjust myself..." With one last fond squeeze of a breast Sean reached down to the bed and pushed himself back up until he was in a kneeling position behind her. From there, he could keep thrusting into Cara's tight wetness, with his other hand continuing to tease and fondle her love button. She missed his warmth, his presence against her back, but not nearly enough to risk making it harder for the stag to pull out in time. Instead of getting back to rutting her right away, Sean knocked his hoof against hers, and patted her on the ass. "You ready, babe?" he asked, still breathing hard. Her answer came confidently and immediately. "Fuck yes, let's finish this!" To Cara's delight, the buck pulled back and immediately started thrusting again, working her clitoris even more creatively, now that he didn't also have to focus on fondling her chest. His thrusts were different from before, only pulling out about halfway before driving himself back in, so they were shallower and less forceful, but much, much faster. Cara bit her lip and then released it as she moaned anyway, unable to hold back the pleasure that resulted from his dick teasing at her inner walls so frantically. The doe shuddered at the wet slapping sound that came every time their bodies collided, realizing it was because the fur on their pelvises was totally saturated with her juices. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, not for either of them. No, it wouldn't be long at all...

Sure enough, it was barely a couple of minutes later when Sean grunted out a warning. "Fuuuuuck... Oh Christ, oh Jesus Christ..." he moaned, "C-Cara! I - I'm so close, I'm gonna coooome... I'm gonna make such a mess of your b-back..." In truth, the pilot wasn't terribly enthused about the idea of cleaning the stag's semen out of her fur, but it sure beat the hell out of the alternative, and she wanted to encourage him, so... "Oh yeah! Do it, baby!" she groaned, "Every last drop, all over me! M-make me proud, show me how g-good I make you feel!" The stag responded only by letting out a sound that was somewhere between a snarl and a moan. Cara couldn't blame him, as she was right on the brink of orgasm herself, and she didn't think she could muster up any more legible words, not even dirty ones.

It was at this point that things started happening very quickly, and in rapid succession. First, the LED clock on the bedside table on Sean's side of the bed clicked silently over to 10:04 PM. Cara's clock remained at 10:03 for the moment because it just happened to be slightly behind his. Then, intending to get a couple of final thrusts in before he entered the 'danger zone' and pulled out to finish himself off with his hand - all over the doe's lower back and shapely rump - Sean pulled back all the way and drove himself home in Cara's tight pussy with a little more oomph than before, twice. The second time he hilted himself, the head of his cock pressed straight against one of his lover's most sensitive spots, and then two unrelated things happened at almost exactly the same time.

The first thing was that the phone on Sean's bedside table suddenly rang, its loud jingle joining the grunts and cries of the lovers on the bed in the cacophony of the room as the caller ID screen lit up and displayed the name and number of Sean's supervisor at the railyard. Since it was almost two full hours ahead of schedule, the buck was completely caught off-guard, and he looked over at the phone, distracted, and uttered a single word. "W-what?"

The second thing that happened was that Cara gasped out loud as her boyfriend's dick nudged at one of her sensitive spots, and she was surprised into a very powerful orgasm. Crying out wordlessly and tensing up from head to toe, Cara shuddered and moaned as pleasure spread out from her pussy to fill her entire writhing body, while her clitoris pulsed out a drumbeat of thanks against Sean's fingertips. More importantly, though, her inner walls began to rhythmically clench and knead at the penis buried balls-deep within them, teasing and rubbing Sean's dick with a very primal, involuntary reflex designed to do one very specific thing; make a male come.

And that, it accomplished very effectively.

Still looking over at the phone as thoroughly confused as if it had just transformed into a robot and started tap-dancing on his bedside table, Sean was completely taken by surprise, for the second time in less than a minute, as he felt his girlfriend's convulsing pussy kneading and massaging his achingly stiff erection. Having already been thrown off by the phone call and not given time to mentally recover, Sean was helpless to resist the sudden pleasure, and let out a strangled cry as he climaxed, hard. Having completely forgotten what he was supposed to be doing, those thoughts pushed out of his mind by the pleasure, the stag surrendered to instincts of his own and pushed against his lover's rear as his prick began to throb and spasm, ejaculating copiously into Cara's fertile body, painting the walls of her vagina with thick, gooey spurts of hot, wet cervine semen, really giving her everything he had.

Eventually, when he'd almost emptied his balls, some corner of his mind realized what was happening, and with a yelp, Sean yanked himself free of Cara's channel, only in time for one last jet of come to erupt forth and drape itself against the gentle curve of the doe's rear. As the couple came down from their pleasures, Cara felt the warmth spreading inside her and suddenly realized what must have happened. Looking over her shoulder, she found the look of horror on her face was mirrored on Sean's, though while she was looking at his eyes, the buck couldn't look away from the pilot's vulva, or more specifically, the trail of still-warm seed that was slowly oozing out of her.

And the final thing that happened, as the deer found themselves shocked at this turn of events, was that Cara's clock switched over to 10:04 PM. Less than a minute had passed, yet suddenly, everything had changed.

Cara felt her heart beating, hard and fast, and her afterglow had almost instantly evaporated, replaced with tension and worry as she looked back at her boyfriend, both of them ignoring the still-ringing phone. She tried to speak, but her mouth just worked silently, as her brain was still panicking. One does not become an air racer without knowing how to deal with panic, though, and after a few deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down, to think things through, and tried again. "...Tell me you didn't do it, Sean," she said, quietly, calmly, "I need you to tell me that you pulled out in time." The buck bit his lower lip, his eyes darting back and forth between her femininity and her face. When he remained silent after a few seconds, frustration began to creep in. "Dammit, Sean!" she said, with just a hint of fire, "Tell me you did not just come inside me!" To Sean McIntire's credit, he didn't start things off by making excuses or shifting the blame. He swallowed and shook his head, and opened with the raw, punishing truth. "...I'm sorry, Cara, but I just came inside you." It almost seemed like he was in a state of shock; the doe suspected that the redundant repetition was because he needed to say the words out loud before his own mind would accept what had happened. That didn't exactly make it easier for her, of course, and she just made a wordless cry of disappointment, rolling over onto her back and sitting up. Needing to see the evidence for herself, Cara spread her legs and looked down at her own slit, finally groaning in frustration and worry as she saw that her entire vulva was glazed with semen, within and without, which continued to leak out of her as she spread her lips wide to take a better look. Under normal circumstances, this posture, sitting facing him with her legs wide apart and then spreading her labia open, would be a rather blatant attempt by Cara to turn her lover on, and Sean would react appreciatively. Right now, however, Sean just sat there, still looking shell-shocked, and he would be forgiven for thinking he'd never be able to become aroused again. "I'm so, so sorry, baby," said the stag, "I was gonna pull out, I swear to God! I - I'm not that kind of guy! You think I want to risk -" he trailed off, unable to even say the words of the worst case scenario. "...Well, I don't! I was right about to do it, and the fucking phone rang, threw me off at the last fucking second..."

In a strange way, Cara felt almost pleased that Sean seemed just as upset about this as she felt. If he'd been chuckling and trying to write it off as a simple mistake, if she had the slightest suspicion that he'd done it deliberately after she'd trusted him, he might never leave this bedroom alive. As she sat there, trying to work out her next move, the phone finally reached the appropriate number of rings to trigger the answering machine. Cara and Sean's pre-recorded voices cheerily relayed the usual greeting and apology that they weren't there, and then came the beep. "Hey Sean, it's me," came the damnably calm voice of his oblivious supervisor, "I don't know if you're in the can or what, but I called to let you know we've got a bit of an issue down at the yard, and I need to move your shift forward a little, so if you could get down here ASAP, that would be great. I know, I know, it's a pain in the ass, but hey, you get off a little earlier too, so there's that. Call me back so I know you got the message, you've got my number. Uh, bye!" As the line went dead and the machine went through a series of clicks and finally fell silent, the 'unplayed message' light flashing an obnoxious, impossible-to-miss red, Cara closed her eyes and sighed. "Maybe this was a bad idea to begin with," she said, finally, "I'm not gonna say it's not your fault, because you did screw up, but at least you were honest about it. I still might get pissed at you in the morning, but right now, you need to call him back, and I need to take a shower. Maybe I can, I don't know, minimize the damage or something..." Swallowing audibly, the buck nodded meekly. "Okay... I really am sorry, Cara," Sean whispered. Leaning forward, the pilot planted a kiss on the top of his muzzle and told him it would be okay. As Sean picked up the phone and she left the room, still naked, still feeling his come running out of her, Cara wished she were more certain of that.

In the shower, the first thing Cara did was make use of the showerhead's hose function and spray between her legs, directly into herself, flushing things out as best she could. Even as she did it, she remembered reading a sex ed book in health class that informed her that douching after sex was not an effective means of contraception... but what else was she supposed to do? She felt better the instant it was done, anyway, and maybe that was the important thing right now. She followed it up with a more conventional shower, scrubbing herself clean, and when she got back to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel and smelling faintly of mint, she found Sean in his work clothes, spraying himself down with some rather potent aerosol deodorant. "I don't have time for a shower," he muttered, "Hopefully this will mask the smell of sex..." He turned around and found Cara there, naked in a towel, and he sighed, a guilty expression on his face. After a long, silent moment, he spoke up again, quietly. "Hey... I know we talked all about the race, back at the restaurant," he said, "But I don't think I ever actually said the words... I don't think I told you how proud of you I was - am. I felt like a million bucks when you won that race, and I... I just wanted you to know that." Cara smiled slightly at that, reaching out to take his hand. "Thank you," she replied, before her face fell a little, and she added "Sean... What are we going to do if I... if something happens?" The stag reached out and cupped her cheek. "Hey, don't you go worrying already, sweetie," he whispered, "Nothing's going to happen, it's not like it's 100% odds or anything, right?" He started to turn towards the door, but the doe grabbed the hand that had been touching her, a little more forcefully than she meant to. "But what if something does happen?" she insisted, needing her lover's emotional support. Sean turned back, his reassuring smile gone, replaced by a worried frown similar to the one on her face, and he let out a deep breath and shrugged slightly. "I... I honestly don't know, Cara. Let's not drive ourselves crazy worrying about it unless it happens," he said, carefully, "But if it does... well, it's something we'll figure out when we get there, I guess." He leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Anyway, I'm gonna leave." Letting go of his hand, Cara nodded and stepped away, watching him go. Sean paused in the open doorway, turned back to her with a small grin. "I love you," he said, softly. Cara managed to return that smile, and that affection. "I love you too," she replied, and Sean turned and left. Sighing again, Cara went and sat down on the bed, taking deep breaths and trying to take his advice, trying not to worry. As she heard the car starting outside, her gaze was drawn to a framed photo of the two deer, arms around each others' shoulders, smiling and gazing at each other romantically. Sean had had his issues with commitment in the past, and that worried Cara just a little. It was true, he really did love her, and she loved him...

...She just hoped that was enough.