Ok, so here's chapter two for ya. Couldn't think of a good name so this'll have to do.

Sly was sleeping contently next to Carmelita. The vixen on the other hand was in a state between coma and dream, a result from her late night trip to the pub. Neither of them had moved during the night and Carmelita was still clinging to Sly whereas the raccoon had his arms tightly wrapped around the vixen.

But, alas, the cruel light of the morning blazed into the room and straight to the raccoons eyes, tearing him from the sweet world of dreams. (Sorry 'bout that, I've been reading some poetry from the 17th century)

He yawned mightily before opening his eyes and looking around.

Sly's eyes widened when he saw the very familiar thicket of blue hair. He panicked for a fleetingly short moment, before the memories from last night flowed back into his mind.

"She was right. I did wake up before her" Sly thought, "That's probably for the best"

He started getting up, but was yanked back by Carmelita. She tightened her grip around Sly and the raccoon came to realize that he wouldn't easily wiggle out of her grasp.

"Ok, this complicates things a little" Sly thought.

He tried again to get out of Carmelita's hold, but it only caused her to wrap her legs around his waist and even her tail moved itself to rest on his thigh.

Sly sighed loudly. He thought the situation for a moment, but couldn't think of any alternative than to wake her up. He sighed again and then took a deep breath.

"Carmelita" he said.

No response.

"Carmelita" Sly said more loudly, moving closer to her ear and giving her a shake.

She let out a weak "hmh" and stirred slightly.

Sly gave her another shake.

"Caaaarm... wake up"

"Stop it, Cooper, I want to..." Carmelita never finished the sentence.

Her eyes shot open and when the vixen saw the situation she disentangled herself from Sly with extraordinary speed.

"COOPER! WHAT THE HELL?!" she bellowed jumping off from the bed.

Apparently yelling wasn't the best idea when so hungover, because Carmelita instantly grabbed her head.

"Ugh, my head" she groaned rubbing her temples.

Sly reached out to touch her: "How are you feeling, Carm?"

Carmelita swatted his hand away.

"Why are you here?!" she growled.

Sly thought about the situation for a moment as he got up and moved to stand in front of the nightstand, which fortunately was on his side of the bed. It was only then when Carmelita noticed that Sly was shirtless.

"Cooper?" she shrieked paling, "Why.. exactly... were you in my bed... without a shirt"

"You took it off, remember?" Sly asked.

Carmelita looked like she'd been hit with something. Then her eyes widened and she became even more pale.

"We didn't... right?" she whispered with something in her voice that Sly interpreted as... disappointment?

Then the realization hit him:

"She thinks we had sex and now she can't remember itand she's disappointed because of it"

Sly laughed hard at realizing this, which was not very wise move with the volatile and hungover vixen.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?" she bellowed again, ignoring the headache.

"Oh, nothing" Sly said still chuckling, "And don't worry Carm, we didn't do anything last night, apart from little kissing and you removing my shirt"

"What?" she whispered.

"Carm, what do you remember of last night?" Sly asked.

"What? Um... I went to the pub nearby and, and, and..."

"Got pretty drunk?" Sly suggested.

"Yeah, probably" Carmelita said. The anger had completely left her voice.

"Do you remember what happened after that?"

"N-No" she looked at Sly, "What happened after that?"

"I found you in that little pub and your reaction was... hmm... how to say... unexpected" Sly concluded.

"What did I do?" she whispered in slight horror.

"You were really happy to see me and you um... might have flirted with me and made me... blush" he told her, holding back laughter.

Carmelita had now grown as pale as a ghost.

"A-And"

"I walked you home and I was about to leave, but youwanted me to come here and you... um... confessed that..." his voice faded away.

"What? What did I say?"

"You told me you loved me" Sly said, coming to stand in front of Carmelita.

The vixen said or did nothing.

Sly looked her in the eyes.

"Do you love me, Carmelita?"

There was a long silence. Sly looked into Carmelita's eyes and she stared right back.

"I do, Sly"

"You do what?" Sly asked teasingly.

Carmelita smiled.

"I do love you, Sly" she said.

Suddenly she grabbed his face and pulled the raccoon into a kiss, but not before she had muttered "Damn you, Cooper". Sly only smirked before returning the kiss. They both enjoyed the feeling, especially Carmelita, since she was now sober and was able to savor the kiss more better.

Once they broke the kiss Sly spoke: "Oh and by the way, there's one other thing I neglected to mention"

"Hmh? What's that?" Carmelita asked curiously.

"You were also very eager to have sex, when you were drunk" Sly smirked widely at the blushing vixen.

"It's your fault" she retorted burying her face in his chest.

"My fault?"

"You're too hot" she said, blushing like never before.

Sly just laughed.

"Am I now?"

"Yes, you are"

"But you Carm" Sly said bringing her face to face his, "You're still way more beautiful" and with those words he kissed her.

Carmelita broke the kiss suddenly and looked at Sly.

"Now go get me some takeout, Ringtail, I'm hungover and very hungry"

Sly chuckled.

"Anything for you, Carmelita my love"

This is seriously the shortest chapter I've ever written. Feels odd. Review and stuff...

P.S The story ends here