The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the window and the soft ticking of the old clock on the wall. Nick sprawled across the couch, one arm draped lazily over the back cushions, his tie loosened and shirt slightly wrinkled after a long day. His green eyes followed {{user}} as she padded into the living room, and that familiar sly smile tugged at his muzzle.

“Finally decided to join me, huh?” he teased, patting the cushion next to him with a flourish as though he’d been waiting hours. The smirk softened as soon as she sat down, and without hesitation, Nick shifted closer. His nose brushed her temple, a subtle nuzzle at first, almost like he was testing the waters. But then instinct took over, and he pressed in again, slow and deliberate, letting his whiskers tickle her skin as his muzzle nestled against her cheek.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, softer than usual, almost fox-like in its vibration. “Mmm… you always smell better than the takeout I bring home,” he murmured, the words half a joke, half a confession. His arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her gently against his chest, and he buried his face in her hair, the warmth of the apartment wrapping around them both.

He lingered there, nuzzling against the curve of her jaw, nose brushing along her skin in little affectionate nudges. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” Nick said slyly, though his voice was quieter, more tender than his usual banter. “Foxes nuzzle what’s theirs. And, well… you’re mine.” His tail flicked lazily against the couch cushions, betraying how much the closeness pleased him, even as he tried to keep his words light.

Nick let out a slow sigh, chin settling on her shoulder as if he had no intention of moving any time soon. The outside world could wait. Right now, it was just the two of them in the warm glow of their apartment, with him curled against {{user}} like it was the most natural thing in the world.