“*Yaaaawn* Morning, fluff.”

“Good morning, Slick. Gee, you’re up early… to… day…”

Judy’s eyes drifted to her partner’s bared set of pearly whites as her sentence trailed off.

Now she’d been around this fox for quite some time and had touched, felt, run her moist flesh over and even been held right in the maw of that set of chompers, yet each time she saw those rows and rows of sinister recurved fangs, a little jolt ran through her bunny breast. There was something primally startling about his teeth, which aroused many things within her. There was a time early in their partnership when it was unmistakably fear. Later on, there was still fear… and also something dirty and good swirled in together with it.

God, how on Earth did his toothbrush keep together every morning…

She’d never told him directly - after the nighthowler incident they both chose to discreetly forget the pred-prey matter - and she intended to keep it that way.

“Urh, cawwots? Yo'r beem’ sta'win’ at me funny for awwile naw.”

A little blob of toothpaste foam plopped into his basin.

Oh muddy bells. She /had/ intended to keep it that way.

(Source: pauladoodles)