Need You Tonight

"Stockings" by Kulkum

“I just don’t get it, Carrots,” Nick said, flipping through the paperwork he had failed to get finished before leaving the station. Not technically something that was allowed, but something that almost everyone did when they got behind. “This guy was just stealing stockings. How can this report be so long?”

“There were a lot of stockings stolen, Nick,” she replied from behind him, which had him rolling his eyes slightly. “He had a major fetish and decided to turn to crime to fill it.”

“He could have just bought some,” the fox grumbled, flipping over to the next page where he was subjected to verifying the details of a crime scene for the tenth time. “He broke into thirty houses! I don’t even understand the big deal behind stockings anyway. What is so supposedly so sexy about them? And even if they were sexy, why be so interested when they’re already off the female wearing them?”

“I don’t know,” she said, sounding a little distracted in her reply. “Some people just have strange fetishes, you know?”

“Someone should wrap his head in stockings and… Wait, no. He would probably like that,” he decided, and sighed as he leaned back in the chair for a moment to rub his eyes with both paws. Then he turned in the chair. “I think I need a break. Should we…?”

He was cut off when he saw her standing beside the bed, one foot up on the mattress as she finished tugging on the white stockings. The fact that she wore little else certainly helped the image, as did the way she grinned at him before she dropped the foot from the bed. Her arms raised above her head with her ears dropping down over her shoulders as she arched her back slightly. And tried to kill him when she jutted her hips out in his direction, making that beautiful body even more perfectly fuckable.

“I’ve been wondering about the stockings thing myself,” she said, holding the pose as she looked over her shoulder at him with smoldering eyes. “And from how quickly your pants just tented, I am pretty sure I have an answer.”

“I don’t know if it’s the stockings,” he said, pulling himself out of the chair just to drop down to all fours and stalk towards her. He released a little trilling murr from his throat as he nuzzled against her hip, rubbing the length of his muzzle against her. Then his paws were on her hips and he was flipping her onto the bed while she laughed.

“But they certainly don’t hurt.”