Private Finished Confessions at the Foxhole

Fe let out a small happy squeal and wrapped her arms around his neck tighter when Jericho said that he'd make room for her at his place, and if not they'd find a larger place.

"You are the best my wonderful fox," she remarked happily as she kissed him. "Shall we go home? So I can show you how happy I am about everything?" she said with a seductively playful grin as she whispered something naughty that she'd like to do when they got home in his ear.

"Mhm, I am very ready to make a mess - a very big, and sweaty and delightfully pleasurable mess," she stated coyly as she disengaged herself from Jericho's embrace and stood up, though as she did so she kept hold of his hand.

"I love you, Jericho," she told him, feeling better than she had felt in a long while, and extremely glad she had decided to tell him she wanted to be with him exclusively. "Now ... Take me home, Mr. Fox," she grinned as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself happily against him.