A scene from our WIP: Don't Make Dirty Bets with Best Friends Who Cheat.



I hope to get started on it again soon, it’s about Nick and Judy making a bet about who is more foul minded in the bedroom department, and they both continually try to one up each other in more ridiculous ways. It’s inspired by another fic that didn’t really do much with the fun nature of such a bet and left me wanting more.

Anyway, below is an excerpt from the fic. Just an example as to why you should definitely talk things out with someone if you plan to flirt with them relentlessly - as Nick finds out - so they know for sure if you're even in a relationship and don’t start to slowly lose their minds.

(For those of you who don’t know, rabbits have scent glands in their chins and will chin someone or something to mark it as theirs. Like a cat, only cuter.)





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Nick had fucked up plenty in his life, he was used to it happening. Plans going awry, someone angry, the toppling effect. He knew how to think on his feet, how to approach a situation carefully, from all angles. How to smooth things over and get out untouched. This wasn't nearly as bad as any of the past times he'd somehow fucked up, and yet it was probably the hardest. It was a balance between not getting burned and not hurting the other party in the process. Fixing a burned bridge. He'd expected her to soften a bit with the innuendo, something. Nothing. Okay, maybe plan A felt a bit too insincere. She'd bought the lingerie seemingly for him so- “Really?” he started calmly, trying for a smile when all it felt like was a smirk, but even then he felt at a loss for words. A chump.



"Yes, really!" she snapped back, jamming the gear shift into reverse. She whipped around, forcefully turning the steering wheel to veer them off to the right, then whipped again. Her paws were tight on the steering wheel, arms stiff as she kept them going forward too fast. The tiny GPS on her phone was the only one talking between the three of them. By now, Judy was usually going over strategies in her head of how she wanted to get everything done by lunch, but he'd ruined that just like he'd broken her heart - no, he'd not broken it because she hadn't let him have it to begin with. That thought would save her pride. "And if it's alright with you, I'd rather not explain to our boss why you know so much about my underwear drawer, so if you could keep it quiet around the precinct-!"



He clutched the console and gripped the seat as they veered around a corner, body shifting violently with the hasty driving. "CARROTS, CALM THE HELL DOWN!" But she wasn't listening, glaring at the road like it'd robbed her, the gas pressed on too hard, and suddenly he'd lost his cool too, feeling manic with the complete loss of control "I'd rather not die because you got jealous over some wolf bitch I haven't even touched!"



"Jealous!?" Judy nearly pulled them over to kick his sorry stump out of the car. Jealous. That was all it was. She was only a tiny bit jealous. Like a schoolgirl because this was all a game, not that it'd felt like he'd stabbed her in the back or anything. Not like she'd felt like some fluffy yo-yo he had fun playing with whenever it suited him. "Right, Nick, right! I'm just the 'jealous' one!"



"Yes!" he yipped angrily, "YES YOU ARE! Guess what it was a lie, alright!? I lied! Big damn surprise right?!" He wasn't supposed to be the one yelling, this was all wrong.



"I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW!" And she hated the way her voice sounded and the way her paws shook when she said that.



"Well too bad, I'm stuck in the car with you and we're partners!" he was quick to yell back manically, but he could see her ears drooping now, shoulders shaking as she began to lose it at the wheel. "Jude. Judy... No wait, come on. No honey, please." Oh god, this was actually happening.



"...I don't want to talk to you," she said again, slowly, blinking it back, swallowing it.



"Well that's not how it works," Nick pleaded softly, getting closer with his pads turned up, tears were falling now and she was slowing the cruiser down. "You and me are attached at the hip, we're everything to each other."



Judy hiccuped one short, bitter laugh, eyes blinking rapidly. They'd *ruined* that, hadn't they? And she couldn't even remember who'd started it. Everything hurt so badly and all she wanted to do was let him make it better, but she couldn't. "Nick..."



"Come on, baby, put it into park," he whispered softly, gripping her own paw with his larger one and shifting the gear with her, she flinched at the touch, sobbing more but he held on, bringing it closer to his own chest. "You can't just cut me out of your life like that, not after everything we've been through, Judy." The words were unfiltered and unplanned, his muzzle coming closer to her face, nose ghosting over her cheek before kissing it, the bunny shuddering below him. He had no idea if the words soothed or stung but they were out now. "We belong together, okay?"



Judy shook her head. "You can't say that - you can't MEAN that after..." It was so hard to breathe and Nick was kissing her cheek again and she was hiccuping. She'd parked. Parking before they got somewhere always meant bad things for them. Turning her head, she fought to close her eyes, but then she was hiccuping harder and her heart actually *hurt*. It had felt like being thrown away like garbage.



"Shhhhh." He kissed her cheek again, pulling her closer. "I mean every word of it. You belong to me and I belong to you." He kissed her forehead now as she shook, trembling under his paws. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have pushed you for any of this. I'm an asshole, you picked an asshole as a best friend." He was wiping the tears from her eyes now. "But I love you, bun. Too much, alright? Every day I go to work with you, and I go home just to text you the rest of the night, and even on our days off we're out together, to eat out or watch movies I don't even like, but I know you do. And if it makes you happy then that makes me happy. And that's all that fucking matters anymore in my life."



Everything Nick said just made her cry harder. First she was angry, then she was sad, then she was happy, then touched, then sad again. His arms reached around her because he had far too much reach in the cruiser and he held her, almost lifting her up from her seat. Her own paws fell to either side of his face and she kissed him. She kissed him while crying in their government issued white sedan, maybe a little too forcefully, and then leaned back to wipe his face from her tears and... other things. They were pitiful. Absolutely pitiful. "You're mine?"



She was trembling still, shaking like a leaf because bunnies were apparently too small to handle all this emotion and it was starting to bleed into him. He couldn't care less. He pressed into her teary eyed kiss and then kissed the paws that'd tried to wipe at his face, pulling her back against him and holding her close. She felt fragile in the moment, like he could too easily break her and the thought discomfited him. That wasn't Judy. Judy was a force of nature. That should never be how she felt. "Yeah, I'm yours. All yours. Been yours for a really long time now."



"M-mm..." Judy sniffed, leaning close into his chest, letting him squeeze her tight. She was tucked under his head, which was just where she wanted to be. Tilting her own head up, the bunny began the dutiful task of rubbing her chin over his neck. Slowly. Very slowly. It would almost feel like a nuzzle. For a second, she buried her face there, breathing in his scent, but then she'd begin again.



"What're you doing?" he asked with a soft laugh, rubbing her back as Judy started to nuzzle his forehead. Her quick breathing was beginning to peter out, the whimpers gone, only sniffling left. He chanced a kiss to her neck as she continued.



She hummed again and pulled him by the collar into another kiss, melting a bit, feeling butterflies shoot off in her stomach. It felt so natural, though, so right. She rubbed her chin over the front of his muzzle, down his chest, over his clothes, removing the seat belt so she could climb closer. Her arms looped around his shoulders. "You're mine."



He laughed again as she clambered over into his lap, standing up so she could loop her arms around his shoulders and rub her chin over his cheek in a straight line, pulling back only to do it again. Hers? "Are you scenting me?" he asked softly, voice warm and soothing as he bumped his snout against her collarbone, paws rubbing circles into her sides.



She pet back both of his ears, Nick's soft, soft ears. Who knew they'd feel so velvety? As he ducked his head down toward her chest, Judy rose higher on her toes, nuzzling and chinning and kissing the top of his skull. Even if he had been lying, now everyone would know. Everyone. "Mhm..."



"Okay." He was grinning now with the kisses, the lead in his stomach and tautness of his shoulders evaporating with every one of her touches. He shuddered as she grabbed for his ears, playing with them. Bunny Jesus that felt good. She rubbed her chin against an eyebrow next and he pressed his snout into her belly, taking in a deep breath and letting it out hot against her uniform. "Better?"



Judy gave him one last hug and a kiss before walking back into the driver's seat, sitting down, and buckling up. Her paws pressed under her eyes to get what was left, not that there was anything really, and she adjusted the rearview mirror. "Okay. To the laundromat."



"Sure I shouldn't drive?"



"Don't push it, Nick."