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The gentle thrum of the ceiling fan fills the quiet confines of my room while the dull rhythm of the rain patters along the walls of the house. Low rumbles of thunder occasionally break the quiet ambient of my surroundings, though I forgot to keep track of the number of times I'd heard its growls.

The warm drape of my blanket loosely hugs my naked form, keeping me warm on such a chilly night. My pillows smell faintly of him, his familiar scent etching a smile onto my muzzle. Another clap of thunder resounds from above, lingering for a moment before fading back into the quiet tattoo of the late night shower.

I turn over onto my other side, noticing the spare pillow he uses when he decides to sleep with me. I always sleep best in his company, but he's busy working late tonight.

My paws reach out for the thick pillow, pulling it under the covers with me as I press my nose into it. His scent is far stronger on this one. I draw a deep breath, filling my chest with the warm, slightly earthy smell of my mate.

I gently nuzzle into the pillow, yearning for his presence as I do. The soft fabric covering the pillow hardly compares to the texture of his ashen fur, whose warmth complimented his comforting voice quite well on nights were sleep simply would not find me otherwise.

Another beastly growl of thunder rumbles from beyond, a worried sigh slipping into the air as I roll onto my back.

"I hope he's alright..."

After not having spoken a word all day, it seemed peculiar to hear my own voice again. It was like meeting someone for the first time, in a sense; you had conjectured what they may sound like, but how they truly speak is never just as you imagined it to be.

Lingering on the thoughts of conversation, I can't help but replay old chats he and I would have over tea or as we slipped into bed, hugging our bare forms together. His voice was soft and warm, gently dancing like the breeze of summer. His slight accent made conversations all the more enthralling, as I would coast along the foreign grooves and hills of pronunciations, exploring every facet of his statements and becoming familiar with his little quirks. He had undoubtedly done the same with me, as I tend to fumble my words and use obtuse expressions when conveying my satisfaction or interest.

Just thinking on these simple matters makes me smile. The countless mental images of the things we had done together create a sort of collage, playing out like a movie set to the sound of rain and the quiet beating of my heart.

My thoughts are cut short by the sound of the door opening, my ears perking as I push myself into an upright position. The wet squelch of his boots on the linoleum confirms his presence, my tail swaying excitedly as I pull my blanket around my shoulders before darting out the door and bounding down the stairs.

The old wooden boards give away my approach with loud squeaks, though he knows I'm always there to greet him when he gets home from work.

I quickly turn the corner into the main hall, sliding to a halt before the entrance. As expected, I am met with the sight of a stocky, middle-aged fox, still dressed in his black raincoat and peculiar hat.

"Welcome home, Daddy," I chime, smiling up at him as I do.

The fox smiles back at me as he removes his coat, the wet ruffle of the slick fabric filling the brief pause before his response.

"Glad to be back, pup."

The smoky rumble of his voice puts me at ease, the glow of my eyes fluttering as I watch him slowly slip out of his work attire.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to still be up?"

My ears fold back slightly as a muffled whine parts my lips.

"I know you told me to be asleep but... I wanted to be here when you came home. I've really missed you all day..."

He glances over at me as the laces of his boots tap the ground, his violet eyes peering into mine as a slight smile forms on his muzzle.

"Fair enough, pup... At least you'd already taken yourself to bed."

His statement is trailed by a chuckle, evident of his acknowledgement that I had forgotten to dress myself for coming to see him, though I rather doubt that he minds.

"So, how was work tonight?"

"Quiet, as usual. Maurice had me stacking things in the back room and taking inventory, so I was left alone for most of my shift."

He sets his leather boots next to mine before looking over to me, the finer contours of his form now visible beneath his fitting, dark shirt.

"Care to join me for some tea, little one?"

I nod excitedly, my tail beginning to wag as I reply.

"I would love to have some tea with you."

He chuckles in that caring way of his, reaching out to ruffle my headfur before padding off to the kitchen.

"Head on upstairs and put some boxers on, Pup. It's a little chilly to be without clothes."

The fox looks over his shoulder as he speaks, a faint smile showing on the edges of his muzzle.

"Yes, Sir," I reply before slipping out into the hallway and meandering toward the stairs.

My blanket gently ripples behind me as I walk, my slow steps transitioning into swift hops as I ascend the staircase. Muffled creaks trail behind me as I work my way to the top, a dull thud signaling my arrival on the second floor.

I instinctively turn left, gently parting my door from its frame before tossing aside my blanket. It takes me a moment to adjust to the low light of my room, the shadowy outlines of my balled-up boxers and rumpled shirt catching my attention before long.

I hastily slip into my underwear, pulling them up around my waist with a distinct snap before reaching down to snatch up my shirt. My paws fumble with the ball of fabric for a moment before finally finding the proper point of entry. I quickly pull my head through the hole at the top of the blue tee, my arms following suit before I shake my head to readjust my headfur. The shirt fits me like charm, contouring my form well while still allowing me enough room to move around.

With a content smile and an excited huff, I pad back out of my room before bouncing back down the stairs and into the dining room.

The low light of candles barely illuminates the small room, allowing me just enough light to trace the dainty frills of the cloth that hangs from the quaint, wooden table. Four simple chairs surround the rectangular piece of furniture, a small curio resting in the back of the room along with a single painting on the wall behind me.

I had spent hours studying the countless brushstrokes that comprise the magnificent piece, though I always found myself enamored by the sight of the two silhouettes holding one another beneath the protective reach of the old oak tree. The gorgeous composition of the sunset never fails to catch my eye, either, the velvety violets and smooth reds mingling well with the creamy orange tufts that dot the skyline of this fantastic, imaginary place.

As I slowly begin to slip away into a pool of my own thoughts, I feel a strong pair of arms lace around my waist, the slight pressure of another's body pressing against mine keeping me from drifting away.

"Mine," croons the familiar voice, a dash of warmth parting his lips as he plants a soft kiss on my neck.

I gently place my hands on his as a playful giggle escapes me.

"Yours."

My reply was plainly spoken, yet it carried with it a great deal of sincerity and care. I was his and his alone; it felt good to say that.

"I missed my pup."

"I missed you too, Daddy."

Again, he presses his lips to my neck, gently squeezing me as he does.

"Just glad to be back with you, little one. Your company is always a welcome treat after a long day."

A bashful chuckle fills the brief pause in our conversation as my cheeks become touched by the slight glow of embarrassment.

"You're too good to me, you know that?"

His arms slowly loosen before I feel one of his paws ruffling my headfur.

"You deserve it, pup. You know how much you mean to me."

An airy chuckle slips into the air as he slips his arms out from under my hands, giving my rear a playful swat before he begins wandering off toward the kitchen.

"H-Hey!"

"Love you, pup," he chimes, glancing back at me with a knowing smile.

My brow furrows with a flustered huff, my arms folding across my chest as I watch he slip away into the kitchen.

"Pervert..."

I shake my head, looking over at the chairs before shifting my gaze to the kitchen. As if on cue, the old fox is standing in the doorway again, holding a silver tray of porcelain cups and a single plate of pastries.

"How did you...?"

"You learn a few tricks through the years to impress the younger guests."

His reply is trailed with a wink before he sets the table for us, arranging everything to his liking before pulling out my seat.

I bow my head embarrassedly as I seat myself. A gentle push brings me closer to the table before the vulpine figure appears across from me, his familiar smile and glimmering purple eyes looking back at me.

"You have the most endearing look about you when you're flustered."

A muffled grunt serves as my response as I lift my cup to my lips, the familiar heat slipping into my mouth and down into my chest. A satisfied sigh follows thereafter, my gaze meeting his as I speak.

"Peach tea with a touch of honey. You know just how to make my night."

"It'd be a shame if I couldn't remember something as simple as how you like your tea," he remarks before taking a sip of his own beverage.

The faint smell of coffee emanates from him, traced by the slightly nutty aroma his brews tend to contain.

I look down at the soft glow of the candles reflected in my glass, before glancing back at the aged fox.

"I... Thank you... I appreciate everything you do for me."

The fox raises his eyebrows as a peculiar smile shapes his lips.

"There's no need to thank me, pup. We're in this together, after all. We make one another happy. This is just one of the simple things I know you always enjoy."

I can't help but giggle as my tail begins to thump against the chair.

"Still... The fact you do stuff like this for me never loses its charm. Hell, having someone like you around... I don't think I'll ever stop being grateful for having you in my life."

The gentle touch of his callus paws around my holds my attention as he speaks, the genuine care evident in his tone.

"And the same for you, my sweet pup. We've weathered it all together, and I wouldn't give up the opportunity to share this road with you for anything or anyone."

I can feel the heat of my blush dust my cheeks, the familiar touch of his paw now tracing my ashen fur.

"I love you, pup... Don't ever forget that, alright?"

I nod, slowly reaching up to place my paw on his. "I love you too, Daddy... I could never forget that..."

A soothing pause fills the air as our eyes meet, trained on one another as our forms begin to move closer. My eyes shut as I feel the warmth of his muzzle grow closer to mine, a low, content moan slipping between us as our lips interlock. His thumb slowly slides along my cheek as my heart begins to flutter, the dull thump of my tail giving away my excited state.

It felt like forever to hold a kiss with him; an eternity of closeness that little else could ever hope to match. When our lips finally parted, our gazes were fixed on one another once again, just as they had been before.

"Mmm... Trying a new brew for your coffee?"

My remark seems to get a hearty chuckle out of him, his lips curling into an amused smile as he shakes his head.

"Silly pup..."

I can't help but smile back as I speak.

"Mind making me some with breakfast tomorrow...?"

The old fox nods.

"Sure thing, pup."

"Thanks, Daddy."

Nights like this are always the best; quiet company shared among lovers, speaking with the joyful tones that only a bond as true as this can bring forth. A candle-lit conversation between two enamored souls, spending their days together and thinking of one another in their hours apart. A quaint moment of respite, shared with the one each most trusted. Nothing else can compare to nights like this.