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Felix let out a breath as he looked down at the large envelope he had just received in the mail. His leg tapped against the floor uncontrollably as he stared down at it, like the envelope contained all the answers he ever wanted to ask. He knew what was in the envelope that he was clutching in his purple fingers, but it still didn’t seem real. His phone buzzed beside him on the couch and he looked to the side as the screen lit up, a message from his talent manager.

A soft sigh passed his lips as he let the envelope rest on his lap and he picked up the phone, reading the message.

‘Hey Felix! I dropped off your audition packet in your mail box, I hope you found it alright. Auditions are in a week so make sure you memorize the roles you want to try out for.’

His onyx pupils drifted back down to the envelope in his lap before he typed back a reply.

‘Yeah. Got it.’

Placing the phone back down beside him, he finally worked up the courage to open the envelope. This was the first time he was going to audition for a large project. He’d starred in commercials a few times, been a background dancer in a music video here and there, but this, this was a TV show. Something he’d have to memorize pages and pages of dialogue and actions compared to the sheet of paper he’d get in his other roles he’s played.

The only time he’d had a large script was when he did the school plays. That was what started him with acting, he loved the school plays so much. He also really wanted to do a musical but his singing was one thing he was self conscious about. He let out a huff of a breath and smoothed his purple ears back before finally opening the envelope. The first paper was one explaining the show he was trying out for, it was vague so that there weren't as many leaks from people auditioning.

‘The Amazing Digital Circus is a show about being trapped in a digital world. Hilarity ensues, can the colorful cast make it out alive?’ Underneath the description of the show was the cast of characters they could choose from and how important they were to the show. They also included preferred genders for the characters but could do workarounds if needed.

‘Pomni: Preferred female. Headstrong and caring. Angry at times. Looking for a soft and sweet voice’

‘Jax: Preferred male. Antagonistic and obnoxious. Treats everything like a game. Looking for a smug and cartoony voice’

The list went on and on, character names and descriptions and details. Choosing who to try out for was difficult. He knew there was also a chance that they would decide he was better for a different role then he tried out for. There were more female roles than male ones which kind of sucked since his selection list was small. Jax definitely did not seem like a good fit for him, the character was the exact opposite of Felix’s shy, reserved personality. If anything he’d make a better Gangle but that was a female role.

Felix leaned back against the couch as he stared at the list of characters. Gummigoo sounded promising, he was toward the bottom middle of the list, meaning the character was less intensive than one of the ‘circus cast’ members. He rubbed his thumb against the sheet as he thought about what roles made sense to play. There was also Able towards the bottom as well, another role he could try out for. Kaufmo was another role that looked promising to him.

After a while of debating, since he could only choose one, he went with Gummigoo. He sifted through the papers until he had the single paper script provided for the audition. There was a little summary at the top of the page to explain the kind of tone the scene needed to portray. ‘Existential dread and understanding’ It was a short scene with the character Pomni. Whether it would be in the show or not was up to debate.

With that, Felix spent the week preparing for his role. He had prerecorded Pomni’s lines himself on his phone so he could play them back as he practiced Gummigoo’s lines. He was halfway through the week before curiosity got the better of him and he flipped through some of the other auditions. Jax’s script was also a scene with Pomni, the top of the scene read ‘Aloof, playful, condescending’ what a complicated sounding scene. His eyes couldn’t help but drift over the lines.

Pomni: We could just be winners together… as a team.

Jax: (condescendingly) We’re not a team, come on.

Pomni: What do you mean? Yes we are.

Jax: Delusional.

Pomni: Weren’t we kind of bonding over being chaotic-evil together?

Jax: I was merely entertaining you because I thought it was funny. Now are you gonna shoot me or what?

Wow, this Jax character seemed like a big asshole. Definitely not for him. He placed the other scripts aside while focusing on the one for Gummigoo. It was the day before the audition that he received another message from his talent manager.

‘You’re in audition group C. Be ready by 10am.’

He replied with a thumbs up emoji. He spent the rest of that day pacing in his small apartment and reading off the lines before taking the script away and practicing without it. By the time he fell asleep he was still mumbling lines to himself.

The morning weighed heavy on him as anxiety kicked in. He couldn’t bring himself to eat anything other than a protein bar and he had some coffee. He didn’t dress up or anything, just wore a pair of nice black slacks and a black button up with the top two buttons undone. He felt like it might be best to give off a somewhat professional air to him. The knock on his front door nearly started him. He walked over and opened it to be greeted by his Talent Manager, Eliza. She was a small mousey thing, pastel blue fur and giant ears.

“Hey, Felix, grab your packet, the car is waiting outside,” She smiled up at him.

“Yeah, sure gimmie a sec,” He didn’t bother closing the door as he grabbed his audition packet and his wallet from the coffee table. He put his wallet in his pocket and grabbed his phone he’d left on the couch that morning to put it in the other one. And with that they were out the door. The drive to the studio was nerve-wracking. Anxiety bubbled in his stomach giving him a bit of a nauseous feeling as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“Relax Felix,” Eliza said from the front driver’s seat, “You’re going to do great, you always do.”

When they pulled into the studio parking lot, Felix stayed close to Eliza. She’d been here many times before so she knew where she was going. He hugged the packet close to his chest, looking like a child who lost his parents at the mall. In this case, Eliza would have been the security guard guiding him to the service kiosk so they could trail his parents down. She pushed open a door and gestured for him to go in.

It was just a hallway with some doors on the side that they continued down before another door was held open for him. Inside this was a large room bustling with people talking and practicing lines. Actors and actresses that were huge names conversing and sharing lines with each other like they had known each other all their lives. He took in a deep breath as he stepped inside.

“Group B is auditioning right now,” Eliza said, “I wanted to give you extra time to… decompress before we got here.” She gently rested a hand on his arm and he gave her a small nod. She led him over to a chair near the wall and took a seat beside him. She gently held one of his hands between her own and gave it a squeeze while Felix took in the room.

One voice stood out from the rest. A small looking girl with brown hair, huge pinwheel eyes, and rosy cheeks. Christine. She was a huge name in the industry, starring in so many roles it was hard to keep count. She was someone he really looked up to, especially since she’d made such a mark while only being three years older than himself.

Beside her was Catherine, another prominent name. She just had her birthday and entered her thirties. She looked like a rag doll, yarn hair and button eyes. She would probably try out for Ragatha, it seemed fitting. The two of them were only feet away from him, providing a good show.

“Oh! Kaufmo’s been abstracted,” Catherine said with a nervous tone to her voice as she held her script in her hand, “Th-That’s okay.”

“What… is that?” Christine played off her line, fear tinging her voice.

“Uh it might have been that terrible thing I was telling you about- Ah shit!” Catherine broke character at the end. Christine laughed.

“It’s ‘I was talking about earlier’ Cathy,” Christine said with a bit of a teasing tone to voice.

“I know I know, ugh I just keep getting all my words mixed up,” Catherine sighed before walking over to the chairs.

Felix unintentionally stiffened up and Eliza gave his hand other squeeze. Christine sat down directly next to him, and Catherine beside her. Neither of them paid him any attention as they started to talk about past roles they had together.

“Group C to the audition room!” A man called from across the room.

“That’s you, Fe,” Eliza let go of his hand. Beside him Christine got up, waving at Catherine before heading toward the audition room door. Felix let out a deep breath before walking a few steps behind her.

The group slowly filed into the room and were assigned seats.

“Hello actors and actresses!” A large robot toy looking character stood on a small wooden platform that they’d audition on. “I hope you brought your scripts because we might ask you to try different roles than what you put down for your audition. We’ll call up your names, when it’s your turn. Christine is our only Pomni audition in this group, apologies in advance.” The robot man then got off the stage and sat with a group of people who were in charge of casting, probably the director too.

Felix watched in awe as Christine effortlessly repeated her lines in all of the scenes without even looking at any of the scripts once. She was amazing, he really understood it, but seeing her right in front of him performing in her jeans and white t-shirt was something else entirely.

“Felix and Christine for Gummigoo and Pomni,” He placed his packet on the chair and walked up to the stage. Christine gave him a small smile.

Felix took his spot on the stage, using the directions from the scene he sat down on the floor, looking down as if he was defeated. Christine was faced away from him, then the scene started.

“Uhh… y-you wanna try helping out at all?” She asked, uncertain. She then turned around and let out a bit of a nervous laugh, “Or are you still…” She walked closer to him. “Hey. You okay?”

Felix barely glanced over at her, defeat on his face, “No.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Felix shook his head and looked away from her, “What is there to talk about?”

Christine started walking over to him again, “I-I don’t just want to leave you here.”

Felix looked over at her, “Why not?” He then shifted his gaze up into the air in front of him, gazing off into space, “I don’t matter in the slightest. I’m nothing” His gaze shifted back down to the floor. “My life… my memories… my friends… it’s all fake.” His expression contorted into defeat.

Christine moved to sit down next to him when the director suddenly piped up, “I want you guys to do something else.” Felix blinked and looked up at the director. What? He wasn’t going to even let them finish the scene? “Felix can you go get your packet?” The director asked, looking down at some sheets of paper in front of him. He looked like one of those betty spaghetti dolls but in male form.

Felix nodded and got up from the floor. He went over to his chair to grab his packet before returning to the stage. “You seem very in your element,” The director commented before looking up at him, “I want to see you try Jax.”

Felix's eyes widened. The one character he didn’t think he’d be able to play. “O-Okay…” He said softly, looking down at the packet as he flipped to the page with Jax’s lines. They gave him a moment to skim through it so he could see the tones and action cues before he gave a nod, “Okay,” He said more firmly this time. He held the packet in one hand, a little in front of him so he could peek at the lines.

Christine gave him a small reassuring smile again. Felix took in a deep breath and closed his eyes as he tried to immerse his brain into being a sarcastic asshole, which he definitely wasn’t. They were facing each other this time. Her face moved quickly from sweetness to looking sad and dejected.

“We could just be winners… as a team,” She said, watching as he walked in front of her.

He casually waved a dismissive hand at her, a grin on his face, “We’re not a team,” His voice was dripping with smug condescension, “come on.” He looked toward her and gestured with his hand.

“W-What do you mean? Yes we are,” Christine’s face radiated the look of confusion and betrayal.

“Delusional~” Felix sing-songed, circling a finger beside his head as if he were calling her crazy.

Christine looked down at her hand for a moment before looking back up at him with a bit of a sad smile, “Weren’t we kind of bonding over being chaotic-evil together?”

Felix scoffed with his hands on his hips, looking off to the side, ears drooping with his words, “I was merely entertaining you because I thought it was funny.” He looked directly at her now, “Now are you gonna shoot me or what?” He leaned forward, spreading his arms out.

Christine’s sad smile fell from her lips as she seemed to read his face with her eyes, “Did I… do something wrong?”

“Ugh,” Felix rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “You sound like Ragatha right now.” He walked over so he was standing next to Christine and tilted his head down to her, “No wonder we’re not a team.”

“No I mean,” Her arms spread out in front of her, as if she didn’t believe the situation, her eyes shifting to his legs for a moment before looking back up at his face, “we were fine, having fun, talking. But you suddenly just-”

Rather than letting her finish her line, he cut her off, leaning down obnoxiously as he spoke, “You’re not committing~” He crouched down in front of her, a huge smile on his face, pupils blown out, “Do it.”

“If I shoot you right now, are we still going to be friends afterwards?”

Felix’s eyes narrowed but he kept the smile on his face, “We were never friends.”

With that the scene ended. Felix stood back up, the smile immediately falling from his face as he felt shy all of a sudden, looking toward the table. “Thank you, you may take your seats,” The robot said. Felix sat back down in his chair and looked down at the packet. Anxiety crept into every bone in his body as his foot started to tap. Did he do well? He was scared shitless. When they were dismissed he was the first to beeline out the door and straight to his talent manager.

“Fe! How’d it go?” She smiled brightly at him.

“I-I want to go home,” He said, hugging the packet to his chest.

Eliza’s smile fell and she quickly stood, “Okay, come on.” They walked back to the car in silence. The small mouse broke the silence after a while of driving, “Did something bad happen?”

“I-I d-don’t know,” He looked down at the packet in his lap, ears drooping forward.

“Well, we have a photoshoot tomorrow for a magazine featuring the music video you were just in, audition results might take a week, so don’t think too hard about it,” She parked in the space at his apartment and he slowly made his way back up to his apartment. Eliza didn’t follow him, it was moments like these he preferred to be alone.

He sat down on his couch and stared blankly out the window. What if he just completely botched that audition? What if he made Christine look bad? That was a terrible first impression wasn’t it? He’d probably get turned down immediately. He was just waiting for the text update from Eliza until then.

Only three days passed before Eliza started knocking on his door.

Felix, still in his pajamas since it was his day off, opened the door, “What’s up?” He yawned.

“Get dressed right now, we have to go,” She pushed him into the apartment toward his bedroom.

“H-huh wha-” She forced him to sit on his bed as she dug through his clothes, she threw a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt at him.

“I’ll tell you when you’re in the car,” She said. Felix knew exactly what that meant, he was about to do something that was going to freak him out. He took a deep breath and got changed before following her out to the car. His fingers traced the phone in his pocket as he sat on the seat. “Sooo… Playright Studios contacted me literally thirty minutes ago,” She started, peeking at him for a moment in the rear view mirror.

Felix felt his chest tighten up as his eyes widened, the studio for the show he had just auditioned for, “W-Why?”

“They’re doing callbacks and they want to see you again,” She explained, “That’s a really good thing Felix, they’re really considering you for something.”

Felix on the other hand felt anxiety taking over. Yes, a callback was a really good thing, a really great thing, but he always got nervous before performing for something like this. He had tried out for TV shows in the past but it was nothing on this scale and he always landed small roles. Before he knew it they were in the studio parking lot.

“We had to come right away because this was the only time one of the other actors was free,” Eliza said, getting out of the car.

As they walked closer to the studio Christine was standing outside with a phone up to her ear, “I’m not doing this right now! Today’s important and if you can’t understand that I’m not putting up with it anymore!” She was pacing back and forth her arms gesturing with each word she said, “Yeah, you know what Travis? We’re over, I’m not dealing with your bullshit anymore. If you can’t accept I have a career that I need to work on, this is never going to work out.” She pulled the phone from her ear and angrily hung it up before taking in a deep breath and composing herself, walking inside.

“Wow,” Eliza said, “Let’s pretend we didn’t see that.”

Felix nodded as they walked to the same room as last time, only a few people were there. Christine, Catherine, some other people he didn’t really know. They were all ushered into the audition room and sat in their assigned chairs again.

The robot guy was up on the platform, “Thank you all for making time in your busy schedules to come for callbacks!” A person who looked like a parrot started handing out packets with each of their own names on it. “We want to see what you do spontaneously, with no practice. It’s not something we normally do but we want to see how your improv skills are. We will call pairs up when it’s your turn.”

Felix looked down at the packet they had handed him and he turned the front page. His eyes widened, it wasn’t for Gummigoo but once again a script for Jax. He swallowed to remedy his dry throat, his foot started idly tapping as he read through the lines, another scene with Pomni. Jax was having a full mental breakdown in the scene, it called for a lot of yelling and anger. Felix let out a deep breath as he looked up, watching Catherine and Christine perform the scene from a few days ago. The two girls went to sit after their scenes and then someone auditioning for Gangle and Zooble read their lines and did their little scene too.

“Felix and Christine.” He took in a deep breath as he walked up to the platform with the script in his hands. Christine was holding her script too, eyes scanning over the lines as if she could imprint them into her brain. “Start whenever you’re ready,” The director said.

After a few moments, Christine got into character, her face looked a bit upset, bordering on angry, “Is this why you didn’t show up to Kaufmo’s funeral?”

Felix had his back turned to her with his arms crossed but he looked at her over his shoulder and turned toward her with the large grin plastered on his face before hanging his head to the side, “I don’t show up to any funerals.”

Christine’s eyes peeked down at the script for a moment, “Yeah I bet you don’t. Because you’re scared,” She pointed a finger at him, “You’re scared you’ll actually show a human emotion.” She gestured at him with her arms.

Felix let his script fall from the floor as he twisted his body, moving his arms up to his face to pull down on his lower eyelids, “I’m scared I’ll be bored to tears.” The motion caused him to eventually face away from her.

Christine looked upset still and leaned in, arms at her sides, hands in fists, “Have you ever thought that this might be what causes people to abstract in the first place?” She gestured with her arms.

Felix started to laugh bitterly as he turned to her, grin wavering just a bit, “Oh my god!” His mood easily switched from playful to angry, his arm stiff at his side while he pointed at himself with his thumb, “Are you seriously gonna blame me for something everybody else did too?!” He gestured with his arms, “You didn’t even know him!” Then he started taking steps forward, getting into Christine’s personal space as she took a step back for each one he took forward.

“You don’t even know what people are like before they abstract!” He shoved his finger directly in her face. He was so lost in the moment that his body was moving on its own. Christine looked so shocked as she took steps away from him. “They are not pleasant to be around.” He finally stopped taking steps toward her, “Like, at all!” He stood back up, gesturing with one of his hands. “You-” He stopped and looked at her with wide eyes, his expression calming down before he scoffed and the grin slowly returned to his face.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry,” She looked so defeated as she spoke with a soft voice.

Felix clicked his tongue against his teeth, narrowing his eyes at her, “I’m sure you are.”

Silence filled the room for a moment when the scene ended, but unlike last time a bunch of the audience members started to clap. Felix blinked as he looked over to the group of people for a moment before Christine started laughing beside him.

“I thought– oh my god,” She wrapped her arms around her stomach, “Y-you were so shy and quiet last time and it really seemed like you hated me just now!” Her laughter rang through the air.

“That was fantastic, Felix,” The director said. The bunny boy’s eyes widened before a small smile tugged up on the corner of his mouth.

“Th-thanks…” His eyes drifted to the floor. They were dismissed back to their seats, Felix quickly grabbed the packet from the floor before sitting down in his seat. He looked down at the small script. He didn’t even notice how into the scene he got, his body moved on impulse, no actions written on the script. At first Christine didn’t move around as much but the moment he started getting into her face she quickly caught on and responded with her own actions. It was honestly a bit crazy how quickly she adapted. He didn’t know where all that anger from the performance came from, it felt like someone else was controlling his body.

The rest of the auditions wrapped up pretty quickly and just like last time the moment they were released he beelined straight out of the room and to Eliza.

The mouse smiled up at him when she saw him, “So… how’d it go?”

Felix bit his lip for a moment before he opened his mouth an-

“Felix!” He froze for a moment before turning around, Christine came running over. Eliza’s eyes widened a bit before she smiled some more. “I just wanted to tell you that you were so good up there today,” Chrstine was smiling so brightly, “It was really easy working off of you for the improv actions, I really hope we can work together more in the future.”

“U-uh… y-yeah…” He brought a hand up to nervously rub the back of his neck.

“Ah! Uhm…” She started to dug through her pockets and pulled out a business card and a tiny pen. She scribbled something down on it and handed it to him, “feel free to-”

“Christine, come on, we’re gonna be late for the shoot!” A voice called from the door.

“Ahh, sorry, text me!” She said to Felix before running out the door.

Felix stood there completely stunned, holding the business card in his hands. His eyes looked down at it to see she had scribbled down her phone number with a heart next to it. He then shifted his gaze over to Eliza, his cheeks a bright pink.

“Wow, that good, huh?” Eliza said with a grin.

“I-I…” His eyes moved back down to the business card, “I guess so…”

“Come on, you have your day off to get to,” Eliza said standing up from her seat.

The whole ride home he just stared at the little piece of cardstock in his hand. It had her talent manager’s name on it, Beth, and her phone number, while Christine wrote her own on the other side. He didn’t know what to think, someone who was practically his role model just handed him their phone number.

“You must have done really good back there,” Eliza said.

“H-Huh?” He finally looked up from the card toward the mouse who was driving.

“I heard rumors that Christine doesn’t interact with anyone outside of work, other than a handful of her co-stars,” Eliza said.

“Yeah… I-I know that…” Felix said softly, “I just… why me…?”

“Because you’re talented Felix, talent seeks out talent.” Eliza let out a soft laugh. He just absently nodded as he looked back at the card. “You know, you don’t have to text her, Felix.”

The bunny in the backseat didn’t respond though as he gently ran his thumb over the little heart on the card. Sure, he had gotten phone numbers of other people he’s worked with in the past but… technically he’s never worked with her. He did auditions with her and a callback with her but that didn’t warrant this. He had half expected a ‘you can contact me for advice’ maybe that’s what she was going to say before she had to leave.

Hours later he was sitting on his couch, still staring at the business card as some random Disney movie played in the background. He had just thrown on whatever and was letting autoplay take care of the rest. He placed the business card down on the coffee table and walked to his fridge, maybe some alcohol would help and then he could text her. She asked him to so it was alright… right?

He pulled out a can of some mixed vodka drink that was probably way too sweet but he had a sweet tooth. He pulled open the tab and took a large gulp before sitting back down on the couch. He took another sip before placing the can down on the coffee table and picked up the cardstock again. Then he pulled out his phone. If he couldn’t get himself to text her, at least he could add her contact to his phone.

Felix typed in her number and saved the name as Chistine of course. Then he looked down at the card for a moment before aiming his phone camera at it and taking a picture. He swapped out the default contact photo for a picture of the little heart she had drawn. Placing his phone back on the couch, he then walked back to the kitchen with the business card and opened up one of the drawers in the kitchen. He took out a little packet of magnets he had that he used to hang important notes on the fridge.

With a magnet in one hand and the business card in another he looked at his refrigerator for a moment. Then he chose to place the business card on the side of the fridge instead of the front, placing the magnet on the corner to hold it up. He walked back into the living room and flopped back down on the couch. The remote was a bit far away so he stretched his foot out to shimmy it closer. Alcohol and musicals, that’s how he usually spent his days off. It was fun, but lonely.

Felix didn’t really have many friends, not that he didn’t want them. It was more like people didn’t want him. Maybe it was because he was too shy, he was always afraid to reach out, worried about being a bother. It didn’t matter how many times he was told he wasn’t because it just keep floating into his head.

Three cans of alcohol later and he was feeling a bit tipsy as he looked at his phone. He could do this, he could text her, what’s the big deal anyway? Worst comes to worst she just doesn’t reply right? It was only three in the afternoon so she’d be busy and wouldn’t reply right away so now was a safe time. He could just text her and not look at his phone for the rest of the night so he stopped thinking about it.

He bit his lip before opening her contact and pressing the message button. Then he just stared for a moment, what was he supposed to text her anyway? Something basic, simple, not something that screamed desperate fanboy.

Felix: Hi! This is Felix! It was great working with you today!

Awesome, good message now he could put the phone down. He clicked the power button to shut the screen off and almost immediately the phone buzzed in his hands. He nearly dropped it on the floor but then he opened it, to his surprise there was already an answer.

Christine: It was great working with you too! I got worried that you weren’t going to text me, I’m sorry if I came off too strong and made you uncomfortable.

Christine was worried about him? Now that… that was crazy. One hundred percent completely crazy. During his silence another text came in.

Christine: Hey so, are you free later?

Felix's eyes widened. Was she about to ask him to hang out? No no, that was wishful thinking. There was no way, maybe she was just curious if he had a shoot or something.

Felix: I don’t have any plans today, it’s my day off.

Christine: I’ll be honest with you, I broke up with my ex today. I was hoping you were up to hanging out and getting hammered with me?

A little pleading emoji was added in a separate text afterward. Felix’s heart practically leaped out of his chest. She really was asking to hang out. Of course, he was probably her last choice. All her friends must have been busy, they were probably all her co-stars anyway. He’s pretty sure he read somewhere that Christine and Catherine hung out together a lot.

Felix: I have already been drinking so I can’t really drive anywhere right now.

Christine: That’s fine, send me your address? Unless you don’t want to.

He looked around the room. He was a generally neat person, there wasn’t trash around or anything. The issue was… the decor. Felix didn’t ever have anyone over, the only one that visited him was Eliza. His white couch had a pink sherpa blanket draped over the back. A shag pastel tie dye rug took up most of the living room floor. The flatscreen TV rested on a small console covered in little cute blind box figurines. His computer was set up in the corner of the room with a pair of pink headphones next to the keyboard.

Felix had never felt as self-conscious of his decor choice than ever before. Would she make fun of him? A guy with an apartment decorated like it belonged to a teenage girl? His bedroom was even worse. He didn’t even want to think about it. If he didn’t take this chance though, would she think he didn’t like her? With a bit of hesitation he finally sent her his address.

Christine: Great! I’ll bring drinks! See you in an hour!

AN HOUR?! Felix jumped up from the couch and grabbed the empty cans. He rinsed them in the sink before tossing them in the garbage. He ran into his bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he did and threw them into the hamper. Then he locked himself in the bathroom and took the fastest shower he could. Once he was out he grabbed the hairdryer that was on his bathroom counter and quickly dried off all of his fur.

Maybe she already thought he smelled bad since he hadn’t showered this morning. He walked out of the bathroom, smelling of honey, his favorite fur shampoo. He put on his ear piercings that he hadn’t really thought about earlier, two hoops on the left ear and a star shaped stud for the right. He usually kept his piercings off on days he was going to work but yesterday had been busy and he hadn’t had the time to put them back in before he totally forgot about it. He grabbed a gray sweatshirt with some pastel blue stars on the front and a pair of pastel blue sweatpants. The moment he finally tugged the sweatpants over his hips the buzzer for the building went off.

He jogged back out to the living room and pressed the button on his buzzer that opened the gate. Nervous didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. It was a mix of anxiety, fear, and excitement. Then a sense of dread, she was definitely going to make fun of him, wasn’t she? What if she was coming over to kill him or something? What if-

A knock on his door. He let out a breath and schooled his features the best he could before going over and opening the door. There she was and surprisingly, she looked like an absolute mess. She had makeup on, lipstick that was smudged a bit, mascara that was clumping on her eyelashes, eyeliner that was starting to chip off at the corner of her eye. Her hair was teased in something that looked like it was supposed to be a volumizing style but looked more like a huge knot. A sports bra was the only thing covering her chest, a long black cardigan rested on her shoulders, the look completed with a black pair of leggings and some black slip-on shoes. He couldn’t help but take note of the exposed belly button ring, it had a little butterfly charm hanging from it.

“Uhh hey,” Felix said awkwardly.

“Hi,” She said with a sigh, she had a large bag in one of her hands, her other hand was holding a hat and a pair of sunglasses.

“Y-Yeah, come in,” He stepped back from the door, holding it open for her. He sounded so stupid, couldn’t he just be a little bit more confident? But she was wearing barely anything, he could see the exact shape of her. He tried not to think about it.

“Thanks Felix,” She said as she walked in. Her eyes drifted over the room before she headed into the kitchen. She placed the bag on the counter and started pulling things out, “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a few things, no beer though, can’t stand that stuff.” She pulled out a four pack of mixed vodka drinks, surprisingly the same flavor as the ones in his fridge, another four pack of some sparkling water type alcohol, and a bottle of tequila. “I brought stuff to make margaritas,” She said as she also took lime juice and orange liquor out of the back before folding it up and shoving it in the pocket of her cardigan.

Felix walked over and opened his fridge, “There’s plenty of room… to put the stuff you want to keep cold…” He murmured, reaching a hand out to her. She handed him the drinks, and the lime juice, as he moved things around to make space for the items.

“Thanks for letting me do this,” Christine said, leaning over the door of the fridge to look down at his crouched form.

“U-Uh yeah… I uh… had nothing else to do anyway,” He murmured, he took out two of the cans he already had in the fridge and offered her one.

“What do you normally do when you drink?” She asked him, tilting her head to the side as she took the chilled can. Felix stood and closed the door to the fridge and looked at her for a moment. How was he supposed to say watch Disney movies and musicals without sounding like a child.

“I uh… watch tv,” He said before turning and walking to the living room. Moment of truth.

Christine trailed in behind him and immediately gasped. He closed his eyes as he was faced away from her, bracing for impact. She moved past him and walked over to his TV, crouching down to look at the figures on the console. “You have the jester from the circus babies set?” She picked up the little figure carefully and looked it over, “This is the only one I couldn’t get.”

“Y-Yeah?” He asked. She looked back at him with a huge smile.

“It’s so cute!” She laughed softly before putting it back on the console, looking over at the other figures from the collection.

Felix sucked his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment, his eyes peering over at his bedroom, “I-I’ll be right back.” He placed his can on the coffee table and went into his room. He dug through a box in his closet and pulled out an opened blind box. He had gotten two of that jester and still hadn’t decided what to do with the second one. Then he walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pack of makeup wipes and a brush. With his hands now full he walked back out to find her sitting on the couch, petting the blanket.

“Here,” He handed her the box. Her eyes widened as she took it from him, her eyes looked at him, then the box, then back at him.

“What’s this for?” She asked. Felix shrugged and sat down a little ways away from her, a bit of a comfortable distance. He placed the other items on the table but she didn’t seem to notice. She opened the box and her eyes seemed to sparkle when she pulled out the card inside with the picture of the figure on it. Then she pulled out the baggie and ripped it open, the jester figure she had wanted now sat in her hands. “Thank you so much Felix,” She put the figure, baggie and card back in the box and then turned.

Before Felix could even process what was happening she hugged him tightly. His body stiffened up a bit. Hugs weren’t something he got often, in fact the most physical touch he got was when he was acting or dancing. His hands hovered for a moment, not sure if he should hug her back or what but then she pulled away.

“I uh… got these if you… want to clean up a bit,” He pointed to the makeup wipes and the brush. Hopefully she wouldn’t ask why he had makeup wipes.

“You spoil me,” She said, looking at him with the biggest, most sincere eyes. Then she reached out to the makeup wipe packet and pulled one out. “Where’s the bathroom?” She asked.

“I can… do it if you want to…” He offered, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Her expression softened and she smiled a bit.

“Sure,” She handed him the wipe and closed her eyes. Felix one again bit on his bottom lip before scooting himself a bit closer to her. Gingerly he started with her eye, applying minimal pressure as he carefully wiped the makeup away from her face before repeating it with the other eye. He folded up the wipe and then ran it across her lips. The red lipstick lifted off pretty easily but left a soft reddish pink on her lips.

“There,” he said before standing up. He walked to the kitchen to deposit the makeup wipe in the trash. “Do you want a snack or something? You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach,” He called from the kitchen. His ears picked up a soft giggle from the living room.

“Yeah, sure, sounds great ! Do you have popcorn?”

Felix pulled a packet of popcorn out from the cabinet and tossed out the plastic covering it before placing the bag in the microwave. He closed his eyes as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, listening to the hum of the microwave before the kernels started to pop inside the bag. He waited until the pops started slowing down before he pulled the bag out of the microwave, dumping the contents in a large bowl. He then grabbed two water bottles from the fridge before heading back out.

“Have you seen Strange Magic?” Christine asked as he walked back into the living room. Felix thought for a moment, stopping in his tracks as he traced his brain for every movie he’s seen. Then he shook his head, “Do you have the Disney streaming app?”

“Uhh, yeah, I’m subscribed… there’s no ads,” He placed the popcorn and water on the coffee table before grabbing the remote. He turned his tv back on and started scrolling through before finding the movie she had suggested. Surprising him it was an animated one.

“I prefer to watch things that I’m not in,” She said softly, reaching out to grab her can and open it.

Felix let out a small laugh, “I try to make sure there’s no ads… I don’t wanna see my face…”

“You do commercials?” She asked, tilting her head to the side before she took a sip of her drink.

“Y-yeah, commercials, music videos…” He trailed off a bit as his eyes drifted to the brush on the table.

“What about your film history?” She asked, leaning back on the couch now.

“I uh… have none…”

Her eyes widened and she slowly placed the can down on the coffee table. Then her body rotated to face him, hands resting on her lap, “You’re lying.”

“N-not the last time I checked…”

“There’s no way you acted that well and never done a film or show.”

“This was my first time uh… auditioning for something like the show…” His eyes drifted off to the side.

“How…?”

“H-How what?”

“How has no one ever cast you in something before?”

“I-I just never tried out before,” He needed something to do with his hands, he was starting to feel a bit anxious. He grabbed the brush from the coffee table and started to run his fingers over the bristles.

Christine’s eyes drifted from his face to the brush in his hands. She brought her hand up and felt the absolute tangled mess in the back. She then grabbed the can she was drinking from and took a large sip before standing up. Felix blinked up at her and she moved to stand in front of him.

“Spread your legs,” She said.

“U-Uh w-what?”

“Spread ‘em,” She said with a nod.

Felix shifted further back into the couch before spreading his legs apart. Then she turned around and sat herself down in the empty space. He froze up for a moment, “You can brush my hair if you want.” She said

His eyes drifted to the brush he was holding for a moment before he slowly brought it up to her head. “T-Tell me if it hurts,” He said softly, she gave him a small nod. They sat in a comfortable silence after that, Felix brushing her hair while music flowed through the room from the movie. Once he finished brushing her hair he placed the brush down on the couch next to him. He waited patiently for her to get up but she never did. She did lean forward however and open the can he had brought out.

Felix half thought maybe she was going to give it to him but she just started to drink it. Had she already finished her other can? He looked at the second can that she had just discarded on the table. He didn’t really know what to do. He didn’t want to push her away but this wasn’t normal right? They didn’t know each other so this was weird right? He had no idea how to do any of this. Then, as if moving in slow motion, she leaned back until her back was against his chest.

“You’re too nice, Felix,” She said softly, holding the can as her eyes looked at the tv, “I can’t believe you were able to yell at me like that earlier.”

Felix’s heart was currently pounding out of his chest, if she heard it she made sure not to comment on it. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he awkwardly left them on his thighs. “I-Is okay if I get a drink?” He asked. Christine tilted her head to look at his flustered face for a moment before she lifted herself enough that she could scoot to the side. He gave her an awkward smile before heading back into the kitchen.

Christine was going to kill him, he was convinced. Not with a weapon or anything, but just by existing in his space. He had no clue what to do, how was he supposed to act normal when it seemed like she didn’t know what personal space was? He opened the fridge and let the cool air rush across his face for a moment before he grabbed another can. Then he stopped for a moment before deciding to grab three total before heading back to the living room. Christine had made herself completely comfortable on his couch now, fully laid out along the cushions leaving him absolutely no room. Unsure what to do he placed the drink cans on the table before looking at her on the couch.

Christine’s eyes shifted over to him for a moment before she sat up, her legs still spread out across the other cushions. Felix slid into the now open cushion behind her and took one of the cans to open it, taking a sip. Then she laid herself back down, resting her head on his lap.

“Uhm…” He murmured softly.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” She asked, tilting her head to peer up at him.

“I just… I guess… I’m not sure how to do this…”

“Do what?”

“Th-this whole thing… I just… I don’t really have any friends and…”

“Just don’t think about it too much,” Christine smiled up at him, “Just be yourself and stop worrying. If I didn’t want to be here I’d leave.”

“But… we barely know each other and…”

Christine sighed and sat back up, moving so she was sitting normally on the couch but stayed next to him, “Do we really need to know each other to hang out and stuff?” She looked over at him for a moment before directing her attention back to the television. “I don’t have any friends either, to be honest I thought you were a bigger actor. A lot of people just… think that if they’re friends with me I can give them an in to the industry or something like that…”

“That’s terrible…” Felix looked down at his lap, twiddling with his fingers.

“My ex is an asshole,” She said, taking another sip of her drink, “He’d purposely plan things during auditions in hopes that I’d miss them.”

“Don’t you just get… handed roles?”

She let out a little laugh, “Yeah but… I really like to be in control of what roles I play. I accept some offers but almost everything I’ve done I’ve auditioned for.”

“You’re amazing…” Felix said softly.

Christine’s eyes widened and she looked over at him. Felix was staring absently at the can in his hand before he brought it up to his mouth and took a sip. Christine’s expression softened a bit then and a small smile tugged on her lips, “Thank you.”

Two movies and several drinks later, they somehow managed to be cuddling on the couch. Felix had laid out at some point on his back, one of his hands rested behind his head while the other nursed a can of that sparkling alcohol drink. Christine had laid across him, face down, her cheek resting against his chest.

“Have you seen Rocky Horror Picture show?” She asked absently, her finger tracing one of the stars on his sweatshirt.

“I was in a school musical for it once,” He murmured, taking another sip of his drink. It was interesting how much more relaxed and open he was once the alcohol really hit him.

“Your school did Rocky Horror?”

“It was college,” His eyelids drooped a little bit but he didn’t take his gaze off the television, “I played Riff Raff.”

Christine tilted her head to look up at his face, “So you can sing?”

Felix shrugged, “I guess.”

“You’re full of hidden things huh?” She giggled a bit before pushing herself up so she could take another sip of her drink.

“I just have no one to tell things to,” He said, shifting his eyes to look at her.

“You can tell me things,” She laid back down, folding her arms over his chest and resting her chin on them, looking directly at him.

His cheeks immediately flushed a bright pink, “I- uhmm… yeah…”

“You’re really cute Felix,” She said with a smile. His eyes widened and he looked away from her. Christine placed her drink on the coffee table then slid his out of his hand to put next to hers. She shifted to lean close to him, his eyes immediately darted back over to her from the lack of distance between their faces, “Will you… regret it if I kissed you?”

“Didn’t you just b-break up with your ex?” Now he was super flustered again, his judgement a little clouded by the alcohol flowing through his system.

Christine then smiled, “That’s not a no.” Then she closed her eyes and leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Felix let out a gasp in surprise and she took that as an opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth.. He fought a war inside his head for a moment, sirens and warning signs going off in his brain but was this really so bad? What if he never got a chance to do something like this again in a non-acting related scenario? With Christine no less.

Felix’s eyelids fluttered closed and his arms slowly wrapped around her before he started to kiss her back. Her fingers gripped onto his sweatshirt as she slid her tongue along his, twisting around it, she kind of wanted to suck on his tongue. Felix had the same thought and did just that, giving a gentle suck to her tongue and a soft moan passed her lips. She shifted a bit, letting her legs move to rest on either side of him. She pressed closer, gently rubbing her tongue under his to coax his tongue into her mouth so she could repeat the stimulation he gave her.

The bunny didn’t know what took him over but honestly he couldn’t care less anymore. This felt fantastic, he didn’t know a kiss could make you feel so good. He let out another gasp when her hips suddenly pressed against his. He pulled away from the kiss a bit but she kept peppering kisses against his lips, “W-Wait.”

Christine pulled away at the word, looking at him with a blissed out expression on her face. Her cheeks were tinted a soft pink, whether it was from the alcohol or what they were doing he didn’t know. “Are you okay?” She asked, she shifted a bit so her hips weren’t pressed against his anymore.

“Y-Yeah…” He let his head fall back as he caught his breath.

“Do you… want to stop…?” She asked. Christine looked down at him but he had brought one of his arms to rest over his face, eyes covered. When he didn’t reply she leaned forward a bit, making sure not to let their bodies touch in case he was too uncomfortable. “Do you want to… keep going?” Her voice was soft, gentle.

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

Christine moved to sit back on his thighs. “Sorry… I guess I got carried away…” She said softly, looking off to the side. Felix shook his head, moving his arm away from his face to reveal just how much he was blushing.

“It’s fine…I’ve just… I’ve never done anything like this that wasn’t just acting it out,” He looked off to the side shyly.

Christine’s eyes widened, “You’ve never…” She looked down at him, “How? How have you… you’re so cute…”

Felix let out a soft laugh, “My first kiss was a school play.” His hands moved to gently rest against her thighs, “It’s not like… I haven’t thought about doing things like this but… more like I never had the chance.”

“Do you want to?” She leaned down a bit, resting her hands on his chest.

“Isn’t this the kind of stuff you… do in a relationship?” His cheeks blushed even brighter.

Christine shrugged, “There’s friends with benefits… one night stands…” Her finger started tracing the stars on his sweatshirt again. “It’s cute though… you’re so cute and innocent…” She leaned down so her face was near his and looked him directly in the eyes, “I want to ruin you.” Now the tips of his ears were also bright pink. She grinned, “Oh? You like that?”

“I-It’s just… it’s you…” He murmured softly.

“Hmm? Me?” She tilted her head to the side, not quite understanding.

“Y-you just broke up with your boyfriend… a-and you… you’re Christine, big name actress and I’m just-”

“Felix,” She lifted a hand to his face and gently ran her thumb over his lips, “My ex and I? We barely saw each other. It was doomed from the start. We never did anything like this anyway… and… it doesn’t matter what my status is.”

“B-But.. I…” He pulled his lower lip into his mouth for a moment, his fingers fiddling with the fabric covering her thighs. “I really… respect you…” He said softly.

Christine’s face softened and she gave him one of those sweet smiles that she did during their audition. “I’ll give you a choice, okay?” He nodded and she gently moved her hand from his cheek to his chin, scratching under it. His ears slowly pinned back and his eyes closed as he leaned into the sensation. “We can stop here, forget all this happened or… we can keep going and…” She leaned in, stopping her hand’s movements and he opened his eyes to look directly into hers, “I’ll be yours.”

“But you jus-” She placed a finger on his lips.

“I’m not saying a relationship, I’m saying what we’re doing? It can be an exclusive thing,” She moved her hand away to rest it against his chest, “If you don’t regret it later… then maybe it can be a regular thing?”

Felix looked away, toward the television for a moment. What is being exclusive if not being in a relationship? Did she mean she just wanted them to be sexually exclusive? What if one of them finds someone they want to be with?

“What if… you get another boyfriend?” His eyes peered back over at her.

Christine let out a soft laugh, “I doubt I would, but I’ll let you know if someone tickles my fancy, then we can figure it out from there.”

Felix furrowed his brows in thought. He hadn’t ever gone this far with anyone before but Christine was his whole life even though she didn’t know it. He respected her and surprisingly enough, her coming to his apartment and getting drunk didn’t change that. Her coming on to him didn’t make him respect her any less either. It would honestly be stupid to reject her offer. Being sexually active with someone was kind of a teenage boy’s dream and he never got to experience that. Being sexually active exclusively with Christine was a once in a lifetime chance.

“Alright,” He said softly, fingers gently squeezing her thighs.

Christine’s face seemed to brighten up before she leaned in and practically smashed their lips together. His eyes widened for a moment before closing as he kissed her back. Then she suddenly pulled back and sat on his lap again. He looked at her curiously but Christine simply took her cardigan off and rested it against the back of the couch.

She leaned back close to his face, sliding her hands over his shoulders, “Such a cute bunny,” her voice was low. It sent shivers down his spine. If you told him yesterday that today he’d be laying on his couch in his apartment with Christine practically throwing herself at him, he’d have called you crazy. Yet here he was. His hands softly caressed her thighs, one of them curiously sliding over her stomach to touch the little charm hanging from her piercing.

Christine smiled down at him, “I can get a bunny charm~” She cooed at him. His cheeks immediately flushed again and she couldn’t help but giggle. “I like yours too,” She then said, shifting forward a bit to once again have her hips pressed against his. She reached a hand out and slid it up his ear, he shivered and bit his lip as she gently tugged on the little hoops in his left ear. She then slid her hand over to the right ear where she gently twisted the star piercing. “I’m surprised you have piercings in your ears… surprised you have piercings at all,” She said softly, leaning in to lick the shell of his ear.

“A-ah…” A soft moan passed through his lips. Her hips gently ground down against his and he took in a sharp inhale of breath, moving his hands to her hips and gripping her gently.

“So cute…” She whispered in his ear before gently nipping it. Then she herself let out a gasp as his hips involuntarily snapped up against hers. She shifted her hips and started rocking them against his. Felix let out a soft groan and let his head fall back again against the arm rest, closing his eyes. Her fingers gently danced down his sweatshirt. Once she reached the hem she slid her hands under it, fingers sliding over his stomach then his chest as she slowly slid it up his torso. He moved his arms to help her remove it fully before she tossed it on the ground beside the couch.

Felix felt warm all over, he wasn’t sure anymore if it was the alcohol or what that caused him to let himself go like this. Her fingers smoothed over the purple fur covering his chest. He melted into the touch, his ears drooping a bit. Her fingers caressed his chest, tracing patterns over his fur and occasionally digging her nails through it hard enough that he could fell it against his skin. His eyes opened and he tilted his head forward to look at her again. She gave him another sweet smile before leaning in close.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me,” She whispered against his lips before pressing them together again. His hands slid up to softly caress her sides. Her skin was so smooth, so soft. This kiss was much more gentle as she slowly started to rock her hips against his. His hands drifted up and up until they reached the hem of her sports bra. He hesitated for a moment before letting his hands gently cup her breasts through the fabric, giving them a soft squeeze.

Christine let out a soft moan and slid her tongue against his lips. Felix easily parted his lips for her and she slid her tongue into his mouth, caressing his. His hands gently squeezed and caressed the soft flesh of her chest before shifting back to the hemline. Her hands moved to reach under the hemline of the sports bra herself to pull it up and over her head, exposing her small breasts. She only let the kiss break for a moment before hungrily kissing him again.

Felix let out a soft whimper when she rocked her hips down on him a little rougher. One of his hands moved to grip onto her hip, holding her down against him. The other hand had moved back up to caress the soft flesh that she revealed. She let out a gasp as he started to grind his hips up against her, holding her in place so she couldn’t move. It felt so good, he broke the kiss unintentionally, his head falling back on the couch as he let out a moan.

“So cute,” Christine murmured again. She reached her hand down to gently grip onto his wrist on her hip so he’d loosen his grip, and he did. He stilled his hips, thinking he did something wrong and tilted his head to see her again. She crawled off of him and gently tugged at the elastic of his sweatpants.

“Uhm…” He blushed brightly as he lifted his hips to aid her in pulling off his pants.

“What’s up?” She asked, pulling her own leggings off, leaving them both in their underwear.

“Promise you won’t… judge it…” Felix covered his face in his hands in embarrassment. She was definitely going to judge him. He had absolutely no doubt, he didn’t want to see her reaction. This was the one thing that exposed him for being just as into this as she was.

“I won’t, Fe,” She said softly. He peeked out through between his fingers. Soft moans and whimpers passed his lips as her hand palmed his length through his boxers. He had no idea but he was decently longer than average and just a little girthier. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” Her eyes drifted half lidded as she stared directly at the erection attempting to escape its confines of his tight boxers.

Fingers softly danced against the elastic waistband of the boxers before her eyes shifted upward, meeting his gaze between where he was hiding behind his hand. “Is this okay?” She then asked. It was kind of sweet that she checked in on him. He was a bit worried if she kept asking things like that, he’d chicken out eventually.

“Y-Yeah,” His voice was light and airy, breathless from her touches. She gave him a smile before hooking her fingers in his waistband. He immediately lifted his hips so she could pull down the garment. She then turned her head back from pulling his boxers off to look at his proud and tall erection and let out a soft gasp at the sight of it. His ears turned bright red as he hid behind his hand, shrinking in on herself.

“I guess you’re not as innocent as I thought,” Her soft smile turned into a grin as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it soft gentle tugs. He let out a whimper, his palm pressed against his mouth, muffling it slightly, “So, when’d you get this pierced?” She gently rubbed her thumb over the tip, rubbing her finger over the ball of the curved barbell pierced through his tip in the form of a reverse prince albert.

After a sharp intake of breath, his hand fell back to his side. He let out a breathy laugh, “My eighteenth birthday.”

Christine let out a hum of acknowledgement, her eyes trained on his dick. Her fingers switched to feather-light fleeting touches. A soft ghost of a feeling before her eyes slowly raised up to his. Felix’s heart was pounding in his chest, he had never felt so turned on and equally terrified in his life. Her index finger slowly traced up the underside, from his balls to the tip before gently circling around the tip, not offering much stimulation. It was like she was waiting for him to break, to beg her.

Then she removed her hand entirely. He let out a shaky breath as his erection twitched from the lack of stimulation. Christine slowly scooted away from him and he shifted to lean up on his elbows, worried he had done something wrong. She hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly slid them down her legs before discarding them with the rest of their clothes before her eyes met his.

“I think your first time should be on a bed, Felix,” She said softly, smiling as she stood.

Felix bit his lip as he looked over at his closed bedroom door. She hadn’t said anything about the living room being too girly so it should be fine, right? Very slowly he stood, suddenly feeling very sober and self-conscious. Once he had passed her, she gently grabbed his shoulder so he looked back at her with a bit of confusion.

“You sure you’re okay? Not forcing yourself?” Concern was etched on her face.

Felix returned her smile from earlier, “I’m fine… just… don’t say anything about my room okay?”

Christine immediately nodded and followed him as he went over to his bedroom door. He let out a deep and slow breath before turning the knob and reaching over quickly to flip on the lights before holding the door open for her. The room had plush lavender carpet, soft to the touch and well taken care of, a closet door sat slightly ajar in the corner, next to it another door that led to the bathroom. The bed was a queen and looked like it had been ripped straight out of a fairytale, a large white mesh canopy curtain surrounded the bed from where it was attached on the ceiling. The bed had a pink extra-wide upholstered platform bed frame with a mattress covered in ruched pink sheets. A lavender duvet covered the bed with a fuzzy pink throw blanket resting on top of it.

Pillows were covered in pink fuzzy pillow cases, including the addition of a heart pillow directly between it all. There was a white dresser right beside the door, the surface of it had a couple of earring trees filled to the brim with different hoops and studs, a necklace holder, and one of those hands that you displayed rings on. A lavender jewelry box sat on the very side, sitting open revealing bracelets sitting inside. In the corner of the room was a pink vanity with a white stool sitting in front of it. A makeup bag rested on the pink painted wood, various half used products sitting closed scattered across the vanity, another pack of makeup wipes tucked into the corner. There were shelves scattered around the room, filled to the brim with stuffed animals.

Rather than having actual lights, fairy lights were attached to the top of the walls. They surrounded the entire room with little extra pieces that hung down here and there with little stars on the ends of them. The walls were a dusty pink and looking closely there appeared to be plastic glow-in-the-dark stars attached to the ceiling. The nightstand next to the bed had a lamp that looked like a vase holding plush pink feathers. The nightstand also had a-

Felix quickly ran over to the nightstand and grabbed what appeared to be a small vibrator and shoved it in the drawer of the nightstand. Not daring to look at her, he pulled back the curtain covering the bed a bit so he could sit on the edge of it. As much as she wanted to open her mouth and tease him, she seemed to hold back. Instead she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her with her back. Cold glass rested against her as she did so, a full length mirror attached to the back of the door.

When his head turned to look back at her, she was openly looking around, walking around. Her fingers softly slid across the sleek surface of the dresser, gently slid underneath the dangling necklaces. She then walked over to the vanity, peering down at the makeup supplies in front of her. Curiously she reached down and picked up what appeared to be a tube of lipstick and opened it, a barely used black it seemed. She closed it and placed it back on the vanity. Then her eyes met his. Felix was so incredibly nervous, waiting for her to insult him or berate him for the way his room looked.

Those insults never came. She slowly walked toward him, letting her fingers gently move across the mesh curtains covering the bed as she did. He held his breath, still waiting, unsure what to do, his nervousness was starting to turn him off, his once fully standing at attention erection now wilting slightly. Once she stood directly between his legs, her arms reached out and wrapped around his waist. She hugged him close, resting her cheek on his chest. Sudden relief flowed through his system and all the tension in his body drained to the floor.

Felix’s arms gently wrapped around her much smaller figure. He let out the breath he had been holding and shifted forward a bit, leaning over her. He opened that drawer and pulled out a tube of lube then placed it on the bed.

“I uh… don’t have any condoms…” He whispered.

Christine laughed softly, “I have a birth control implant. I’m also clean but if you’re worried about it we can stop.”

Felix nodded and slid back on the bed, his arms pulling her with him. She giggled a bit and crawled on top of him before leaning down and capturing his lips again. Her lips moved softly against his. She gave gentle tugs to his bottom lip with her teeth, sucking on it softly, eliciting a groan from him. His hands gently grasped at her waist before rubbing up her sides and down her back.

Christine shifted her legs, straddling him instead so she could press her folds down against his erection. The wetness dripping from her spread across his shaft, making the movement fluid. Felix parted their lips as he groaned and threw his head back, his fingers gripping onto her waist hard enough to bruise. She looked at him in amazement.

“You’re so sensitive,” She cooed down to him, gently rolling her hips to slide her folds along his shaft. Soft breathy moans passed through his barely parted lips. His hips thrust upward, chasing the pleasure as she ground down against him. His mind was blank, he didn’t know what to do with his hands other than hold on to her. She leaned down and peppered soft kisses from his cheek down to his neck, sliding her tongue across the thin fur and skin. He let out a whimper and tilted his head away from her, exposing more of his neck. She bit down on the soft flesh, hopefully his fur could conceal the bruise that her teeth would definitely leave. A choked moan passed his lips and his fingers gripped down on her more tightly.

She pulled away and looked down at his face. His eyelids were half-closed as he looked at her, pupils blown out. A dark blush dusted his cheeks and the tips of his ears while his mouth was wet with saliva. She let out a soft groan, just the sight of him turned her on even more. She sat up and removed herself from him and a strangled whine passed his lips at the loss of contact. His hands let go of her as she moved to lay on her back against the pillows. He turned his head to look at her.

Christine smiled and spread her legs, looking at him and then down between her legs before back at him. Felix shifted on the bed so he could lay on his stomach between her legs. He looked in amazement for a moment before his index finger gently traced along her folds. One of her hands reached out to gently stroke and pet his ear. His breath hitched when she did and he added his middle finger to the gentle tracing before he used them to spread her open.

His eyes flicked up to hers for a moment, looking for any hesitation or want to stop. Then his head dipped down and he closed his eyes as he pressed soft kisses against her inner folds. She gasped and her hand gripped his ear, not tightly but just enough. His tongue then slid all the way from the bottom of her folds to her clit, flicking it slightly with the motion before licking his way back down. Her fingers slid down his ear to gently scratch at the base of it, soft gasps and moans passing through her lips.

Felix shifted his hips a bit, trying not to rub his erection against the blankets. His hand moved from spreading her apart to circle a finger around her entrance while his tongue repeated the motion around her clit. She whimpered softly, her toes curling as she arched her back. His finger slowly breached her entrance, dipping inside.

“H-Hey… F-Felix?” She said through breathy moans. His eyes looked up at her, a questioning hum passed from his lips as his finger slowly slid in and out of her. “F-fuck… I-I’m done with the f-foreplay… please…” She gently tugged on his ear. He let out a gasp before sitting up. He licked his lips but kept his finger inside of her.

“Won’t it hurt… if I don’t do this…?” He asked, crawling his legs over to her.

“I-I want it to hurt,” She said, biting her lip. His eyes widened but he slowly slid his finger out of her. He reached for the lube but she grabbed his wrist and brought his hand through her mouth. His body shivered as she took his finger into her mouth, sucking her juices off of it.

“S-So do I just… like… i-is there anything I should do or…?” He blushed brightly, suddenly feeling very shy.

Christine giggled and leaned up to wrap her arms around his neck before dragging him down to lean on top of her. His hands braced on either side of her shoulders. “You’re so cute, you know that?” She spoke in a soft, low voice, “since it’s your first time, I want you to do it how you want to.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek, gentle. “You don’t need to do anything special, just do what you want,” then she laid back against the pillows.

Felix bit his lip before gently pressing a kiss to the very tip of her nose. He reached a hand down between them and shifted his hips a bit closer. He grabbed his shaft and gently rubbed the tip over her folds. He let out a soft breathy moan and his eyelids fluttered shut but only for a moment. He moved his hand down to spread her folds so he could directly rub into her wetness.

“F-fuck…” He whimpered softly.

Christine giggled and slid her hands down his shoulders to stroke his biceps, “You’re doing great.”

He let go of her and moved so his hands were boxing in her shoulders again. Then he shifted one hand down so his elbow was resting above her shoulder, pressing their bodies closer together. He brought his hand back down again and used it to aim himself down further. When the tip caught on her entrance he pressed in but was met with tight resistance. He looked up at her.

“I-It’s okay, f-force it,” She moved her hands to his shoulders, preparing to grip onto them.

Felix took in a deep breath and looked directly in her eyes. He attempted a gentle press forward again but was still met with resistance. He shifted for better leverage before he harshly thrust his hips into her. He choked on his own breath as the tip of his dick was engulfed in the unbearably tight wetness between her legs. Christine on the other hand let out a sound resembling a mix between a scream and a moan, her nails dug into his shoulders as her back arched. He rested his other elbow right above her shoulder.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers while he panted, feeling her hot breath right back against his lips. As he stayed unmoving he felt her walls around him starting to relax just a bit. Then he pulled back maybe a centimeter before pushing his hips forward, now it was a lot easier so he could go more slowly. He lifted his face from hers so he could watch her expression. Her eyes were squeezed shut with a pained expression on her face but the moans passing her lips said she was enjoying herself.

Once he bottomed out he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, just staying like that for a moment. She was so tight that it borderlined on painful. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in, peppering soft kisses to her cheek and jawline. He gently nosed his way into her neck and started peppering soft kisses there too. Carefully he shifted his weight to look down at her.

“You okay?” He asked softly. Her eyes moved to meet his from where they’d been staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Yeah… I’m great,” She smiled toward him. He let out a huff of air that almost sounded like a laugh.

“Alright then,” Felix leaned in and gently pressed their lips together. His hips slowly pulled back before gently pushing forward, setting a slow pace. Soft grunts passed his lips every time he pulled his hips forward. Christine let out strangled, choked moans as she thrived on the burning sensation between her legs ebbing away with each gentle thrust.

“I-it’s good… r-right?” She managed out, voice strained against his lips.

“Are you okay?” He pulled away and lifted one of his hands to brush her hair out of her face but didn’t halt the movements of his hips.

“Y-Yeah…” Her grip on his shoulders finally loosened and she slid her hands down his back, gently raking her nails back up it with every pull back of his thrusts. Felix was breathing heavily, his moans soft and airy. He watched her face, waiting for the pain in her expression to disappear. With the hand he had moved her hair with he gently cupped her cheek, tracing his thumb lightly under her eye.

“You’re beautiful Chrissy…” He whispered before capturing her lips once again. His teeth gently bit and tugged at her lower lip, causing a soft gasp to pass between them. He took that opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips and find her own. Their tongues danced together inside Christine’s mouth and she gave him a teasing suck. He could feel himself twitch inside her. He let go of her cheek and braced his elbow back near her shoulder before his thrusts stopped.

The moment Christine parted her mouth to ask him why he stopped, he rammed a particularly hard thrust into her. Her moan was loud, just barely muffled as it escaped her mouth and went directly into his. He repeated the action over and over, a slow draw out, a harsh ram in. Christine parted their lips as her head tilted back, moans filling the air with each thrust. Her fingernails digging into his back. Then she shifted, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“F-Faster,” She moaned out and who was he to say no? He picked up the pace, keeping the brutal strength behind each thrust. He was concentrating hard now on keeping up his rhythm, he leaned down and rested his forehead against her shoulder as he continued to pound into her. Without her needing to ask he started picking up the pace every few thrusts until he was ramming into her fully.

One of her hands reached down between them and he tilted her head to see her finger about to press down on her clit. He quickly shifted his weight to grab her wrist, looking at her through his eyelashes. She whimpered and her fingers twitched in his grasp. Slowly he pulled her hand up until it rested beside her head. His fingers trailed down her body from her wrist in a feather-like touch before his thumb gently pressed on the small nub.

She moaned out loud and he quickly slammed his lips against hers, capturing her moan in his mouth. He wasn’t sure how soundproof his apartment was and the last thing he needed was for his neighbors to come knocking. He busied her mouth with kissing, soft grunts passing his lips with every thrust. His thumb gently rubbed and circled around her clit before repeating the action more harshly, then slipping back into a gentle touch. He wanted her to feel good like he felt.

Christine’s moans were non-stop now as he continued ramming into her. “F-Feelixx,” She moaned out against his lips, “I-I can’t- h-hold…” She whimpered, her hips jutting up into his hand for a moment. He didn’t stop any of his movements though, focusing on her clit between his thrusts. He was so close too, his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm and become more erratic. Then suddenly she practically screamed into his lips and her body convulsed. Then he was in absolute bliss, her walls tightened around him and he lost it. He didn’t slow his thrusts as he filled her up with rope after rope of cum, eventually just burying himself in her all the way and letting her walls milk him dry as they contracted around him.

Their lips parted and he rested his cheek against the pillow beside her head, his body falling limply against her. His breaths were hitched whenever she twitched around him, he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to with her legs still securely wrapped around his waist. They just laid there basking in the afterglow, a panting mess of connected bodies covered in sweat. His arms shifted to wedge themselves between her body and the bed, wrapping around her. He held her tight to his chest as he slowly straightened his back so he was sitting on his knees.

Felix twisted his legs a bit uncomfortably until they were hanging off the edge of the bed so he could stand. Christine’s arms moved to tightly wrap around his neck as her eyes widened.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Relax,” He pressed a soft kiss to her temple as he walked to the bathroom, “I don’t want to get this stuff on my blankets, it’s hell to get out.” He shifted his grip so one of his arms held her tight at the waist and he reached with the other to turn on the water for the shower. Christine fidgeted a bit uncomfortably in his arms. “It’s almost the right temperature, hang on,” He reassured her.

When the shower was warm he slid open the sliding door enough that he could walk in and closed it behind him. Inside the shower there was even a little bench. He carefully lifted her off of him, a soft groan passing from his lips as he was freed from between her legs, a whimper coming from her at the sudden empty feeling. Felix carefully placed her down on the bench before grabbing a cloth that was hanging on the top of the glass wall of the shower.

Felix held the cloth under the water for a moment before turning back to Christine who looked as if she was about to fall asleep. He then knelt down on the floor in front of her and carefully ran the cloth between her legs. When he brushed her sensitive areas her legs gave a little twitch but nothing more than that.

He spent the rest of the time lathering her up with soap and did his best not to get her hair under the water. Once he deemed the both of them clean enough he turned off the shower.

“Can you…” He started as he turned around to face her. His face softened as he took her in, slumped to the side slightly with her eyes closed. A small smile found its way onto his lips and he grabbed his fluffy towel and quickly dried her off. He went with a quick towel dry for himself, not wanting to wake her up with his hairdryer. He wrapped the towel securely on her body and scooped her up in his arms.

Maybe he was being a little too much but he never had someone he could care for like this and he just felt like it was the least he could do for her. He gently placed her on the bed and went over to his dresser. He pulled out one of his band tees, a softer more comfortable fabric. He also pulled out a new clean pair of boxers and slid them on.

Gingerly he went back over to Christine and unwrapped the towel from around her. He pulled the shirt over her head and carefully threaded her arms through the sleeves. He pulled the blanket and duvet down and moved her to rest under the covers. Then he took the purple blanket that was on top of the duvet and threw it into his laundry basket.

Felix stretched his back as he walked back out to the living room. He started to pick up the mess they made. Empty drink cans in the recycling, uneaten popcorn tossed in the trash, popcorn bowl washed and put on the drying rack next to his sink. He picked up their clothes and brought them into his room. He separated his clothes from hers and tossed his in the hamper. He carefully folded up all the pieces of her clothing though and piled them on the stool next to the vanity.

One last trip to the living room and he returned with both of their phones. Curiously he clicked the unlock button on Christine’s phone, just to see if he should wake her up if there was any important notifications. He raised a brow, 13 missed calls from ‘loser asshole ex’. He placed the phones on his nightstand and brought the vanity stool over to her side of the bed as a makeshift table. He searched his nightstand drawer for a compatible charger and plugged her phone in, resting it on the stool before he finally went over and flipped the lights off.

A thought passed through his mind that perhaps he should have woken her up and let her go home but for some reason he felt like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He slid under the covers on the side with a nightstand and carefully pulled the curtains around the bed so they cascaded around it perfectly again before he laid back. His eyes drifted over to the sleeping woman beside him and he couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his cheeks. He turned on his side and pulled her close to him, burying his face in her hair before drifting away to sleep.