I was particularly slow to wake up that morning. In my defense, bears are typically well known throughout the world for our deep sleeping habits, but today was extra tough for me to come alive. It was the same bed, same sheets, same pillow, but something was different this time around. There was an extra warmth against me that was never there before. Along with that warmth, came a sense of peace that made me want to stay just like this for hours. While still half asleep, I blindly reached out and wrapped my arm around the source of that warmth, pulling it in close to the bare fur of my naked chest. What I felt then slowly registered in my head, acting as the crank that slowly got the gears in my head to begin turning.

I'm no stranger to sharing my bed with another. Though its definitely not often, waking up to bed partner after a night of pure fun has happened occasionally. But this was the first time that I didn't feel slightly guilty or hurt about the usual 'morning after' dance that was sure to come later. The dance where you both would exchange pleasantries over a cup of coffee, make empty promises to keep in touch, and then part ways never to see or hear from the other ever again. I hated that dance, but what was a bear like me to do? I was seen more like a challenge or a thrill. Something to boast about to your friends later about whether or not you could have endured my sexual prowess. Even though I knew and resented this, I still played my part. Any attention was better than no attention, right? However, as I gave this body of warmth a squeeze and blind nuzzle, I didn't sense any of that dread to come. I just knew already that I could put worries like that to rest from now on.

What really got my brain working though was when I realized this was also the first time that I hugged and nuzzled something that had no fur. Sure there was hair in a few places, but it was isolated in only a few spots, leaving nothing but mostly bare skin. Whenever the rough calloused pads of my paws gave that smooth skin a stroke, the body against me reacted instantly in various ways. That kind of sensitivity was amusing and made me want to explore the body I held against me even more. Just as one of my paws was grazing down over the smooth warm flesh of what I felt to be a hip and thigh, I finally managed to pry my eyes open.

Though fuzzy at first, it wasn't long before I was able to focus on the beauty of the body of warmth I held. Its name was Jason. A human and my prospected mate.

As I watched him continue to sleep, with me continuing to stroke over him, I thought about those last waking moments of last night. About how I tucked him in and remembered to get his clothes cleaned afterwards. I was forced to leave for about half an hour, but as glanced over towards to couch and saw his clothes from yesterday nicely folded and cleaned, I knew he would appreciate it. When I got back, I was all set to crash on my couch, but I grew weak when I saw him all alone in my bed. I just couldn't leave it alone, so I slowly stripped down to my grey boxers and crawled in on the other side of him. Due to my weight, the bed sunk down slightly and created a slight incline. Though it was unintentional, I didn't complain when it caused Jason to slide against my side closely.

I slept well that night.


(Based on an ongoing RP I'm in with my friend Samuel)

Jason ©  Samuel_Maggis
Boreas © Nightcoal

Art by  MegaWaffle