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It was something Cynthia couldn’t quite put into words, how reassuring his back was in her eyes at that moment.
It had always been, to be fair, even when she wasn’t willing to admit those feelings – although they definitely were there. But now… “Do you want me to hold her?”
“That’s not necessary”, Jack simply replied, “she’s not heavy at all.”
“Yeah, well, I never doubted that…” Cynthia made a little sigh as her gaze kept wandering loose around that back. It wasn’t big – or more specifically, it wasn’t from the prospect of a fox – and yet, it still was wide enough for her to feel the urge to bury her face in the fabric of his shirt. “You know, Cynthia likes you a lot. She was really happy that you came along with us, today.”
“…” He remained silent for a moment, before eventually asking: “Which Cynthia are we talking about?” His tone was still cool, but it sounded a bit teasing around the edges. Maybe… a bit wishful, too, which caused her whole body to burn and her fur to inflate, just like a roasted marshmallow.
“Oh, come on…” She released a half chuckle, to conceal the sweet embarrassment warming her words, “What kind of question is this?”
“Well”, Jack pondered, still walking with Cynthia’s little sister tenderly sleeping in his arms, “Just, you know… to make sure of it.”
“Dummy”, she murmured softly, and she clearly saw his ears twitching even so slightly, and could only imagine the expression he was wearing behind his calm appearance.
She kind of loved that side of him.
So, um, well… do you remember this sketch? Almost two months passed since we posted it here, and as usual I forgot to publish the colored version too, which at first was meant for our patrons.
Also, this version is bundled with a little snippet I decided to write when I saw the final drawing, hope you’ll like it, too. 😏
(This little piece has no context right now, but if I had to give it one, I’d say one year from now - with “now” being J’s last chapter)
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Jack Savage, being a Casanova, or something close to that definition, was nothing new for Cynthia.
As far back as the vixen could remember, there had always been an aura around him, charming and somewhat soothing, just like cologne. It had became more refined through time, as the hare fitted the role of suave Agent Savage more and more, reaching the high point – or so she believed – over the last year; and Cynthia would have lied to herself, if she affirmed that she hadn’t been close to falling under his spell at least once.
Not much of a fall, of course, since their relationship was as far from being friendly as it could be without resulting in open hostility, but many times she had found herself thinking that Jack was, objectively speaking, a desirable male. Thus, it was no wonder that he was able to attract so much attention to himself at mundane events, especially from female company. Even so…
“… It pisses me off.” She emptied her glass of wine and slammed it on the table before assaulting the strawberry tarts to her right – which, for the sake of truth, were absolutely delicious. “You stupid, seductive…” Her complaint was interrupted by the food that was being stuffed in her mouth, and resumed when she swallowed it, “You like being in the spotlight, don’t you? So much for money, that was just an excuse to make a spectacle of yourself…” She kept on munching, pouring her anger into the movement of her jaw, with her eyes fixed on Jack at the other side of the hall; he was surrounded by a wide variety of mammals, including Princess Diana, clinging on his right arm like she was drowning and that hare was the only thing that could prevent her from disappearing deep under the pavement.
And to make matters worse… he looked damn fine in that suit, to the point Cynthia almost wanted to join his new-born Venezuelan fan club and become part of the worshippers’ crowd… Almost.
‘It’d be so much easier, if I could just do that ’, she thought in exasperation. Just admiring him from the sidelines, like a fan would do; having a no-brainer relationship – no questions to be asked or to be answered – or even less than that. It would have sufficed the purpose of maintaining a connection with Jack, without all the negative implications. But there was no way she could settle for just that.
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