He was suddenly awoken by a flash of lightning and a piercing crack of thunder, his breathing heavy and the rain a torrential down pour outside

Calming himself, he sat up in the bed slightly and scanned his surroundings. They were inside the bedroom of their apartment, and although it was pitch black, even with the widow beside their bed, he was able to see all of their neatly placed furniture—ranging from a small, metal desk with a laptop and lamp on top, the bedside nightstand, the digital alarm clock on its aged, oak-wood surface, and the full-body mirror leaning on the wall across the room—was all in its appropriate place.

He lounged back in his pillow, sighing through his purple nose, his back cracking. He closed his eyes, taking in the chill of the room and the raging of the storm outside. His body loosened, his mind sinking away into sleep.

But then, his ears perked at the soft moan of another mammal. His half opened eyes drifted down to the little bunny snuggled into his chest, her paws lightly grasping his scruffy, creamy fur as she slept peacefully.

A warm smile that very few every saw of Nick Wilde blossomed on his lips. He couldn't stop himself from gazing down at her, his pure emerald eyes, which glimmered in the dull light streaming through the window, stared over her body—her very naked body. She was laying on her side, every inch of herself pressed against his own nude body, their fur intwining. His gaze went straight to her perfectly curved hip. He cupped his paw around it, lightly massaging her there. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, unconsciously. And maybe Judy heard him in her sleep, because her pink lips curved into a smile.

That rare smile still on his muzzle, he tipped his head up towards the roof, staring out blankly. His thoughts drifted to his con-artist days, where he would twice as much money then he would ever make at the ZPD. He was being honest with himself, he partially enjoyed that life, enjoyed pissing Finnick off and going to the club, winning countless card games. He would even go as far as missing it only a little.

But… for moments like these…

His emerald eyes slowly, so slowly, drifted down to her once more, and a feeling of contentment rippled through him, like a stone tossed into a calm lake. For moments like these, he was glad he left his old life behind.

He lifted his paw from her beautiful hip and rested it on her back, tucking it beneath her limp ears.

He would never regret leaving his old life behind.

The fox stroked his paw down her bare back, feeling the silkiness of her fur, the richness of it. His reason to breathe, his happiness and joy, that was what she was to him. The little bunny, his little bunny moaned at the slow stroke of his paw, cuddling him further.

Her moan was like a song, soothing his mind and soul. She was his greatest treasure, his queen, and he would do anything to make sure she was safe, give up anything for her. Even his own life.

She was worth it—all of it.

Nick laid his head back in the pillow, staring up to the roof. She was worth everything to him, more valuable then the rarest diamond. He gave her a quick peck on top of the head and whispered, "I love you."

It wasn't long before the rumbling storm and his mate's soothing heartbeat drifted him into sleep.

I wrote this right before I went to sleep.