WARNING: Kinda sexy...

Nudge's POV

As soon as our feet hit the grass, we take off running, eager to get away from the mess inside. With our fingers still intertwined, Fang leads me into the forest, towards his secret spot. I decide to have a little fun.

I slip my hand from his and shoot forward. I look back at him and playfully stick my tongue out at him, daring him to catch up to me. He grins at me, accepting my challenge.

We race for what seems like hours. Fang would catch up and poke at my sides making me squeal and slow down, but decelerated, himself, if he got to far ahead. Such a gentleman. I, however, am merciless and tickles are my profession. Bad combination. I reach over countless times and tickle his abs. His hard stomach ripples under my fingers as he laughs and I trip over my feet more than once for obvious reasons.

Too soon we begin to see the clearing. I relax and let myself get lost in the smells of the wildlife and the sounds of Fang's laughter as we got closer.

I reach the clearing first, exhausted. I wipe my forehead and comb my fingers through my hair. Winning means nothing if I can't look cute while I brag. I spin around ready to revel in my glory and realize Fang wasn't slowing down. In fact, he was barreling right at me... And there is a pond behind me.

"Fang!" I yell, warning him. I put my hands out, feebly willing him to stop. "Don't you dare!"

He slows down a bit, coaxing me into a false sense of security, before he closes the distance between us, wraps his arms around my waist, and plunges us into the cool water.

As we come back up, I give Fang the nastiest look I could muster up. He looks amused for a moment before something catches his attention.

"Uh, Nudge? Don't freak out, babe," he says, pulling me to him.

I'll do anything you want if you call me that, I think, dumbly.

Fang's POV

When we surface, I take in Nudge's appearance. The water only comes up to her shoulders (my chest) and the flannel clings onto them. She pouts angrily at me, her curly hair sticks to her face. I would have laughed had it not been for the frog on her head.

I reach out to her. "Uh, Nudge? Don't freak out, babe," I say, calmly. I gently touch her shoulder and pull her towards me. I look into her eyes as I pick the frog up and drop it back into the water.

We stay like that for a bit. At some point she had grasped onto my shirt and pulled herself up on the tips of her toes so that we were almost at eye level. As I look down at her, I realize her shirt clung onto more than her shoulders. The water causes her clothes to highlight curves I'd never noticed before: her hips, waist, flat stomach, and... her chest. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry and my face hot.

My hand on her shoulder slips down to her back and my free hand moves to gently hold the side of her neck. She moves close enough so that our foreheads and noses touch but her lips were just out of reach. When I try to close the space between them, she pulls away playfully and smiles. I grin back at her and try and fail to catch her lips again as she teases me. I can feel myself getting lost in everything about her. Our heartbeats quicken and our breath mingles between our lips and I wonder if she taste nearly as good as she smells...

"Is this supposed to freak me out, babe?" Nudge questions, flirtatiously, her small fingers now delicately drawing lines along my jaw.

"No," I reply, distracted. "The frog was." I playfully attempt to lick the drops of water from her lips.

Nudge pulls away completely. "What fro-," she begins to deadpan, but she is cut off when I use the distraction to finally eliminate the space separating our mouths.

No POV

Their first kiss is nothing like either had ever imagined.

Nudge had pictured them much less wet, maybe in a meadow or garden, birds chirping, rabbits hopping, some sort cake nearby. Sweet and simple.

Fang, considering the amount of people constantly in the near vicinity, figured it'd be rushed.

They are both glad to be wrong.

God bless the French, Fang thinks, as their tongues immediately meet. I hope I'm doing this right.

His question is answered when Nudge knots her fingers in his thick dark hair and moans generously into his mouth.

Nudge taste like he imagined: sweet. And although the word suits her on an every day basis, it feels wrong to him to use it to describe the fox before him now.

Nudges hands explore Fang's chest and back, forgetting all boundaries, and she crushes her body to his, urging him to do the same. He quickly reciprocates. Under the cool water, his hands scorch her hips as he lifts her and lets her wrap her legs around his torso. Nudge's fingernails burn white hot as she drags them though his hair and down his neck and back. They both press their bodies together harder, hungry for more of this unfamiliar heat.

When he feels his legs get tired, Fang backs out of the pond, never stopping his ministrations, and sits on the shore, letting Nudge straddle him. When Nudge pulls away for a moment for air, he kisses her neck roughly, keen on leaving his mark. Her small hums of pleasure quickly become intense moans and she pulls his mouth back towards her own, intent on making him feel as good as he makes her feel.

She uses this new position to her advantage and pushes him down into the grass that lines the pond. With their lips still connected, Nudge guides Fang's hands back to her hips and thrust against him hesitantly. They pant heavily, pleasantly surprised by the sensation. Fang continues to work their hips together and kisses her deeply, loving the sounds Nudge makes.

Lost in the moment, Fang is caught off guard when fiercely Nudge bites his bottom lip. She pulls away and gasps, covering her mouth with both her hands, shocked by her own actions.

"Ohmygod! I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, trying to catch her breath. "I don't know what came over me! Are you okay? Of course not! I practically gnawed your mouth off! I'm sorry!" She covers her face. "I'm so embarrassed. What kind of beast am I?"

Fang smiles at her and admires her ability to dramatize even her shame. He sits up and pulls Nudge's hands away from her face. He kisses both before he wraps her arms around his neck and kisses her cheeks. Softly cradling her face in his hands, he nips at her lips and lightly, but tenderly, kisses her.

Nudge sighs happily as they pull away from each other, glad her roughness hadn't sent him running for the hills. She looks at him, taking in his unusually uncouth appearance- lips red and swollen, wet hair plastered to his face with half the ponds plant life hanging on for dear life, and his eyes somehow darker than she's ever seen them- and can't stop herself from laughing.

Fang raises an eyebrow at her. "Are you seriously laughing at me right now?"

Nudge nods, unable to contain herself.

"Well, unfortunately, not everyone can look as beautiful as you, Nudge," Fang says seriously.

Nudge quickly sobers up and balks under his scrutiny. Nudge isn't sure if she shivers because of the cooling water or his ogling. "Okay. That isn't untrue."

Fang snorts and she giggles again. As she gazes into his dark eyes, Nudge finds herself saying the words that were on the tip of her tongue for weeks.

"I love you," she confesses, confidently, no longer afraid of the outcome. "I love you so much, Fang."

Fang looks at her, uncharacteristically affectionate. "I love you, too, Nudge."

She beams. "Really?" Okay, maybe she was a little worried.

"Of course. I mean, biting?" he commends. She groans and nuzzles her face into his neck. "Babe, it's hot." Fang kisses her neck.

"Ugh, let's pretend that never happened," Nudge mutters back, her voice muffled.

Fang chuckles. "We could, but then again..." He lets his sentence trail off. He runs a hand up her back and licks a hot stripe up her neck before biting down on her pulse point. Nudge lets out a loud, desperate whine into his neck before she can stop herself.

She doesn't lift her head as she accepts remembering that isn't that bad of a thing.

As they walk through the forest and back to the house, Nudge remembers something else.

"But like, seriously though, what frog?"