Final Smut warning. Absolutely no complaints later ;) Next chapter will be clean again.

It happened early in March, during one of their rare long weekends. The day was brutally cold, with a chill in the wind that cut to the bone. Nick had suggested they'd go for a walk, and Judy had called him mental. They'd gone anyway.

Once outside, it was a toss up as to which one looked more ridiculous: Judy with her double layered coat and her ears tucked into an overlarge scarf, courtesy of Mrs. Hopps, or Nick, who took every new gale as a challenge to point his snout, sticking his nose into the wind with a lopsided smile. She'd scold him about catching a cold with an exasperated sigh and he'd pretend he didn't hear her. The chill crept up his nose as he sniffed the breeze eagerly. No hint of spring yet, but it was coming. It couldn't be far now. He'd been feeling it for a few days now, the low hum in his blood getting gradually weaker. His season was finally ending.

Not that he'd been totally hopeless, especially once he'd found himself in quite the enjoyable company. As far as seasons went, this one made it to the top of the list. And yet, and yet… there was something to say in favour of resolve and a clear head.

After the park he suggested they'd go for a hot drink, and she happily agreed. The little teahouse was crowded, but cheerful and comfortably warm. He unwrapped his shivering bunny with a chuckle, ignoring the stares from the next table over as he started rubbing her back with rapid strokes, warming her up. She leaned into his touch with a happy hum. Only on the last one down did he add some force with his claws, making her jump. He winked at her startled look and led her to a free table in a corner.

It slowly went downhill from there. His poor flustered rabbit really didn't stand a chance.

He'd touch her paw, deliberately lingering just a tad too long, or surprise her with a soft but well placed kiss. When she scooted her chair closer he draped one arm around her shoulders and bent over to steal a taste of her drink, innocently catching her eyes right as his tongue flicked out to find the straw. Her ears drooped to hide the flush, but she didn't look away.
And all the while Nick kept on talking, keeping the conversation going. About work, the family back home, Finnick's latest troubles, how his mom invited them both to dinner next Sunday. Whenever she was talking he'd absent mindedly caress an ear, or rest a warm paw on her knee, slowly inching upwards. He had to confess; the way her voice hitched when he pressed his claws into that delicious thigh of hers was better than a hot coffee by far.

In the end, she all but dragged him back home.

He found himself with his arms full of rabbit before the door was halfway closed. He was amazed they even made it to the bed. Finding her clothes later would prove a challenge, but she was well past caring as she kicked off her panties. Her kisses were pure hunger, and she was leading his paw down with an impatient persistence.

He chuckled against her lips, playing dumb. "Where do you want this?" His paw slid over her buttocks, taking a firm grope. "Here?"

She huffed in frustration, pulling at his touch. He nuzzled her cheek, playing his claws through the fluff of her tail. "Aren't you going to ask nicely?"

Her face scrunched up in a scowl. He grinned at her hidden embarrassment, absolutely loving it. His paw dipped over her stomach and between her legs, resting on her inner tight. "Or do you want me to guess?"

She whined, unwilling to just say it, her ears slowly reddening in a blush.

He dragged his claws over the length of her leg. "Here?"

She pulled him in for a furious kiss. "Damnit Nick, you want me to beg?"

He retracted his claws with an audible chink, a single digit hovering. "One of these days, sweetheart, I'm going to play dumb until you actually ask me."

Her retort got lost in a low and trembling moan as he slid into her folds, easy and wet and impossibly warm. It always took him by surprise, the way her body heat ran a few degrees above his. He settled over her, resting his weight on his other arm, starting up a slow, steady rhythm. His palm rested over her heat, occasionally adding pressure against her little nub. She pushed her head back against the pillow, rewarding him with that rare little sound he loved so much. A hard look crossed his face, hungry and feral. Her face alone had his pants uncomfortably tight.

He arched his digit slightly, searching for her sweet spot. "Here?"

She cried out, bucking into his palm, unbelievably hot. "There, there, oh Nick, yesss..."

He growled his delight, exploring, adding pressure. Her scent was spiking rapidly, filling his head with blissful fog. She gasped as he sped up, unrelenting, already drunk on her scent and sounds. She was close, and he wanted to hear it, wanted to see it on her face.

She came with his name on her lips. He pounced on them with a growl, kissing her hard and deep, feeling her come down under him. His snout found her ear, breathing into it with unsatisfied hunger. "Oh no you don't."

He pressed the soaked digit back into her, drawing a surprised whimper. "I'm so not done with you yet." Her face was a delicious mix of despair and desire. His member was straining against the fabric, throbbing with need, but there would be time, plenty of time for that later. She was gasping for breath, looking up at him through half closed eyes. They were blazing with hunger, mirroring his own.

She seized up without warning, breath caught in her throat until the tremble turned into a frantic wave, crashing over her in hard bucks. He buried his snout into her neck, breathing in her scent, revelling in the way she squeezed around his digit.

More. He wanted more.

He barely waited for her to come down before picking up the pace again. There was that little sound again, shooting straight down his spine. He couldn't catch the deep growl, rolling against her throat with hot breaths, teeth grazing her fur.

"Ah— Apples!"

Desire wilted under a surge of panic. He pulled away as if burned, backing off until he was at the very edge of the bed. He expected her to bolt, but aside from her rapid heaving chest, she stayed absolutely still. Frozen, maybe? The room was heavy with her panting, tugging at his strings something fierce. He tried very hard not to panic himself. She suddenly looked so very small. Should he go? Did he dare to move? The word was still burning his ears. Besides the alley incident, it was the only time she had ever used it. Somehow, he hadn't expected it to sting this much.

Eternity passed before her breathing started to slow. She sat up with difficulty, her eyes slightly dazed as she turned to him. She stretched out a paw to beckon him over, and he flinched, ears flat against his skull.

"C'mere."

He shook his head with a whine.

"Dumb fox, get over here." She sounded breathless, exhausted. Annoyed. "It's not your fault."

He stubbornly stayed on his side of the bed.

"This isn't fear, Nick." She scrunched up her face at the effort of sitting up. "It's a bunny thing, where... Oh crackers, how do I explain this." The insides of her ears flushed slightly. "Okay, look... You know why rabbits can't have caffeine?"

The switch took him off guard, and he broke his silence unthinking. "Your system can't take it. The adrenaline would make your heart explode."

"Top of the class," she chuckled. The little sound chased away some of his tension. He took in the air, inhaling deeply to be sure. Not a trace of fear to be found on her. He closed his eyes to slits, concentrating. Bunny and fox, the odd and exciting mix of their pheromones. Plenty of hunger, along with a heavy dose of adrenaline.

Her expression was pained as she watched him sample the mood. "Nick, please just connect the dots, this is seriously embarrassing."

He hesitated, not sure he got it right. It seemed too absurd for words. "You're saying you got an adrenaline overload?"

She didn't even need to answer; her ears were flush with the truth. He checked himself, closing his mouth. "And that's... Normal, is it? For a rabbit?"

She suddenly found the ceiling extremely interesting. "Not normal per se, I mean..." She was struggling to find the words. "Two rabbits together, well..." Her ears were positively alight by now. "We have really good hearing, all right?"

Was she seriously saying what he thought she was saying?

"You can hear my heartbeat?"

Her look was pure embarrassment. "Sometimes. When you're close by. It depends on interference too."

He turned that over in his head. "So... When we're in the office together?" She nodded. "Cruiser?" She shrugged. "Depends on the traffic."

"Now?"

A soft smile. "Yes."

He wasn't sure how he felt about that. "So... How do I sound?"

"Tense. Come here, dumb fox." She spread her arms wide, her eyes willing him to break the distance. "Hug me?" He found himself moving into her embrace, pushing his head against her chest, curling his tail around her frame. He never could say no to her, and she knew it well enough, damn her.

"I'm almost down," she murmured, chinning him softly between his ears. "I'll be fine. Please don't worry."

He could feel her heartbeat now, a rapid staccato compared to his own steady rhythm. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing an ear flush against her chest. She'd always been tuned high, and he tried to recall it now, tracking the beats as they slowed down.

He raised his ears in question, and she chuckled, the sound rumbling through her chest. "Yeah, back to normal at last."

He came up to meet her eyes, allowing himself a smile. "I don't think we have a right to that word anymore, Carrots."

"Sure we d—" he silenced her with a kiss, soft and sweet. They had all the time in the world, didn't they? This time, he'd take it slow. When her scent shifted, he deepened the kiss with a low rumble. Her paws were trailing over his back, restless and distracting. When one brushed his tail, he pulled back, snapping his teeth inches from her grin.

"Not tired anymore, I gather? He matched her grin. "Good."

He put one paw on her breast, pushing her onto the bed with sudden pressure. Surprise flickered in her eyes, and he waited a heartbeat before kissing her again, giving her room to protest. She whimpered into his mouth instead, so he trailed hot kisses down her neck, turning them into nips halfway down. His paw was still draped over her chest, almost carelessly, staying there as his nips turned to nuzzling, broken by the occasional flick of a tongue. Over her collarbone, across her chest, down and down... His bared teeth grazed the fur of her stomach, and she gasped, trying to sit up. He added pressure with his paw, unwilling to let her. She had her word. She was his unless she used it.

He stretched the digits of his paw over her chest, his other arm sneaking over her hips as he looked up with a devious grin. She was regarding him warily, but the air was rich with want, and she kept her silence. He dipped his snout between her thighs, grazing the fur of a leg with his nose. Her breath hitched, and he had to add a bit more pressure to keep her down. Twitchy little bunny. He nipped her thigh, and then the other, chuckling at the resulting whine. He pressed his nose into her heat with sudden vigour, inhaling deeply. He almost lost his mind. She bucked again, and he pressed her down with force, unsheathing his claws with a soft chink. He came up to find her glazed eyes.

"Ah-ah." His grin was all teeth. "Stay."

Her eyes widened slightly, panting wordlessly. Her scent held no fear, only desire. He flexed the paw on her chest as he dipped back down.

Focus. Slow.

He flicked his tongue against the fur of her thigh, right under her heat. Under his pads, he could feel her heartbeat rise. He raised his snout slightly, allowing his breath to play over her wetness.

She twitched in his grasp, moaning a single word. "Please..."

She had begun to tremble. He pressed his nose into the fur above her folds, collecting his focus. Counting her beats. He made the first taste slow and deliberate, dragging his tongue over her folds, drawing a sound from her almost as delicious as her taste. He nipped her thigh before tasting her again. And again. Her hips tried to rise up to meet him, but his paws were unrelenting, firmly keeping her in place. She cried out when his tongue slipped over her nub, and he paused, just long enough to be satisfied the hitch in her beat was just that, a hitch. She tried to buck into his mouth, hungry and unfocused. He rewarded her by slipping his tongue between her folds, taking a deep and hungry taste. A sudden pain shot through his ears as she grabbed them, eliciting a growl that rumbled against her wetness, shivering along her spine. The way she trembled in his hold was amazing.

Her beat was speeding up, so he slowed down, ignoring her whines of dissent. He had her right where he wanted, trapped and claimed and completely his, but her heart was in charge. He buried his claws into the fur of her chest, his pads feeling what his ears could not hear. He was learning fast, and loving it.

Her breath came in short gasps as his attention went back to little nub and flicked it once, twice, growling softly as she whimpered and whined, too lost to find words. His hot tongue trailed over her folds, teasing her nub once again, acutely aware of the pressure trembling under his paws. She was close, so very close. And he knew just how he wanted to tip her over.

"Judy…" It was a deep, guttural growl, cut short as he sucked down. The wave crashed through her, almost breaking his grip, and he held on with renewed vigour, adding pressure with his lips whenever the wave hit lowest.

He almost reluctantly let go as her heart started to race, breaking all contact save for the paw on her chest. He looked at his bunny with a hint of worry. Her panting was uneven, ears flush and twitching. He let out a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding when the beats evened out. It took her a long while to come down. He waited along with her, his paw keeping their single contact, until she finally opened her eyes. She seemed miles away. Her paws came up to her chest to caress his own.

"You sure you're not a bunny?"

He bared all his teeth in a low growl. "Do I look like a bunny to you?"

She shivered, something shifting behind her eyes. He grinned in approval as she pulled him on top, kissing him with refound hunger. Fearless. Fierce. His.

His shirt was first to go. For some reason it never was the tie. She unbuckled his pants with deft ease, pulling the sides with her hind paws to push them further down. He kicked them off without breaking the kiss, catching her paws as they went to work on his boxers. She tried to slip out of his grasp, and a quick scuffle momentarily broke the moment. It was a silent argument, one they've had before. He twined his digits with hers, pressing her paws into the pillow above her head, securing his boxer's safety. So far, it was an argument he had always won. He crashed his lips against hers once more, and the fight seemed forgotten, her grip going slack.

He let go, allowing her to reach into his neck, ruffling his fur as she looked for momentary holds. The kiss deepened. Impossibly soft paws slid down along his spine, drawing forth both a shiver and a moan. And then they dipped into his boxers before he could stop her, grabbing a firm hold of his buttocks. He started, breaking the kiss with a frown.

Sly bunny. He pulled her paws away, pressing his groin against her for maximum distraction. He bucked into her, his sheet painfully hard but safely confined behind fabric, grinding against her hotness, fully intent to ride it out of her. It usually was enough. Usually. Today, there was an edge of frustration to her throaty moan, confusingly different. She went for his boxers again, and he almost didn't catch her in time. She huffed in frustration when he stopped her yet again, opening her eyes. His heart skipped a beat. There was no anger there, only... pleading. His expression was pained, his own desire rattling the cage something fierce. How could he say no to her? How could he say yes? He silently shook his head, shifting his weight to his arms to break their contact. One of these days, she wasn't going to take no for an answer anymore.

He took her by the shoulder, flipping her onto her belly before she could come up with a compelling argument to charm him out of his clothes. One paw stayed on her shoulder, the other burrowing under her stomach, finding her centre, slipping in two rough digits before she fully realised what he was doing. He leaned his full weight onto her, caging her between chest and mattress, between his paw and his painfully throbbing shaft, pressed hard against her bare behind.

Her resolve shivered and melted in a shirring moan, and he knew he had won the battle. He tried not to think of his inevitable defeat in the war. He rode against her in time with his paw, with short, powerful bucks, acutely aware of how tight she was around his digits. She was trying and failing to form words, burying her face into the pillow. The muscles of her jaw told him she was biting into the fabric, so he dipped his snout to her ears, nuzzling the base.

"Want me to stop?"

She growled, actually growled, at the bluff. "Bite me."

He obeyed blindly and unthinking, teeth burying into the fur of her shoulder. She bucked under him, gasping audibly, and he pulled back with a jolt of shame.

"Gods, I'm so sorry—"

He scrambled to give her room, but she grabbed his paw right as it left her, grinding hard against his shaft. "Don't you dare. Don't you..." Her gaze was positively raw with hunger. He testily slid his digits back in, and she moaned her approval. He reset the pace, or tried to, riding her with an uneven, frantic beat. She was trying to say something, mind too far gone to get it out, his too clouded to understand, until she looked at him over her shoulder, eyes bright with want. He took the gamble, carefully sinking his teeth lightly into her fur. She whined high in her throat, trembling under him, close, so close, her scent hot in his nose, and for just a second, just one, he forgot all about the cage. Instinct bit down with a low growl, locking her shoulder in an iron grip.

She screamed his name into the claim, and he lost it, riding her fast and hard while he came, grunting and whining, unwilling to break his hold.

It was a long while before he let her go, sitting up in sudden awkwardness.

"Okay... We are definitely doing that again." She chuckled into the sheets with a dreamy expression, utterly exhausted. "Nick, that tickles, what are you doing?"

He was leaning on one arm, trembling with fatigue, gently ruffling the fur on her shoulder with an intense sort of look. He tried to stop her when she turned under him, but she scoffed and cuffed him on the side of his snout.

"Stop that. You didn't hurt me." His heart leapt into his throat at her delicious grin. "I liked it, you dumb fox. Or was I unclear about any of it?"

He felt the heat rise to his ears, and he turned away, suddenly unwilling to look at her. She turned his head back with sudden fierceness, keeping it in a firm lock inches away from hers.

"Are you hearing me? I like it. Don't you dare hold back on me. Not ever."

He didn't know what to say to that, so he kissed her instead. She hummed against his lips, lazy and content, utterly spent.

Judy Hopps was going to be the death of him.

If at this point anyone still cares about the wolves from last chapter, I got a comment about the wolves always being the bad guys in these kinds of stories. A few points I'd like to make on that, as I did not choose the species lightly.

One; in the movie, we see at least three wolves being taken in at the ZPD at different times of day. Combined with the howling, wolves always seemed to me like they were a bit more tuned into their instincts. As in, maybe they don't always think before they act.

Two: Grizzoli. I wanted to explore, if only just a little bit, how he feels about his own kind reaffirming stereotypes. In my head, the wolves at the ZPD might not exactly be on a fox kind of level concerning prejudice, but I think they definitely have an inkling where Nick is coming from, and what he's up against.

Three: Basic Instinct. There's all types of racists out there, even in zootopia. Of course there's going to be bunnies who are just as nasty. But I think a bunny might be more inclined to shut himself away from what is happening, maybe get to a level of verbal agression when in a group. To follow them into an alley, to me it seemed more believable if they were actually hunters.

Four: I wanted Nick and Judy to kick ass a little ;)