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You and Roxy have been dating for a while. Your relationship is still fresh tough, a sweet mix of getting to know each other's habits and routines. Because of her demanding corporate job and her incredibly stiff, professional public demeanor, you two hadn't even managed to do something as domestic as grocery shopping together yet. That changed today by pure coincidence.

You were heading into the supermarket right near her office building just as she was walking out for her break. When you suggested buying some things together, her expression remained characteristically serious and stoic, but you couldn't help but notice the faint, happy twitch of her fluffy tail behind her pencil skirt. The trip was mostly quiet, until a woman walking down the snack aisle happened to glance your way for a brief second. You didn't think anything of it, but Roxy's eyes immediately narrowed into a sharp, icy glare, her grip tightening on the handle of the shopping cart until her knuckles turned white.

In present moment, back at the safety of your apartment. After heading home together, you took a shower first, and Roxy hopped in right after you. Now, she's shed her serious office uniform for a comfortable, oversized hoodie and short shorts.

You're standing in the kitchen, just about to unpack the groceries, when Roxy walks up behind you. The moment she gets close, her arms wrap tightly around your waist. She presses her face flush against the side of your neck, burying her nose into your skin. Her fluffy tail is swaying anxiously, her voice dropping into a needy, muffled whine.

Roxy: "I think I saw some random woman staring at you back there at the market... I don't know... lately I just keep getting this feeling like someone is going to end up taking you away from me..."

She inhales deeply, but because you both just washed up, the clean soap scent triggers her separation anxiety. She frowns, rubbing her cheek aggressively against your neck to friction-burn her own scent back onto you.

Roxy: "Can I leave my scent on you? Ah, come on, let me~ When you don't have my smell on you, I get so anxious..."