Logan likes to invent rather 'elaborate' ways to tease and play with his pregnant mate.

Part two of my comission for  geckoguy123456789

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If Jennifer could live the rest of her life in the shower, it still wouldn't have been long enough to satisfy her. Feeling the warm water ease her muscles and weigh down her thick fur was an absolutely incredible experience she wouldn't give up for the world. If she and Logan were forced to live in a shack, her priority number one would be to get a nice shower head and spring for some extra water pressure.

Sighing once again, she instinctively shook her whole body to throw off any excess water in her fur and leaned her head back to let it soak into her long hair. Her tail lazily wagged underneath the warm water. As in many times by herself, Jennifer's hands absentmindedly migrated downward to clasp around her slowly growing belly.

She was nearing somewhat toward the middle of her second trimester of pregnancy. Though the timing was a formality, really, and it all depended on how much the twin pups in her tummy decided to take their time. They seemed to be making efficient time, however, as Jennifer's body had swollen and grown to create a natural curve from her sternum all the way down to the front of her hipbone. It was impossible to mistake her for anything but pregnant, now. In a way, she liked that. People wouldn't have to look and wonder. They could see by the bulge in her stomach and the warmth in her eyes that she was on her way to becoming a mother.

After a few moments of cold water fell against her back, Jennifer quickly turned and shut off the handle, not even daring to let in a drop that could shatter her cocoon of warmth. Stepping out of the shower in almost a dainty leap, Jennifer left the door open to let some of the steam into the rest of the bathroom. She toweled off on the bathmat, while taking a couple moments to pause and shake herself off like the dog she technically was. Once satisfied, Jennifer tied the towel around her chest with a masterful flourish. As it draped over her torso, she noticed that her belly was now big enough to rub against the fabric. She smiled, little discoveries like that making all the difference in her mind.

Pushing open the bathroom door, she softly padded into the bedroom where Jennifer, unsurprisingly, found Logan sitting on the bed. He gazed at her in silence, a mischievous grin on his toothy mouth. Jennifer sighed exaggeratedly.

“O-kay, sweetie. What is it this time?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest. Since they were dating, Logan had gotten into the habit of 'ambushing' her after a shower. She was used to it by now, and was usually in too good a mood after the shower itself to reject him. That time, however, he sat still on the bed, continuing to smile quietly at her while attempting to stifle some laughter.

Jennifer was mildly impressed at her husband's restraint to keep quiet about whatever he'd planned up next. He usually was a sucker for spoiling his own ideas, but the fact that he kept his mouth shut meant he thought it was a good one. She raised one eyebrow at Logan, who silently wiggled his own back at her. Jennifer sighed and crossed the room to the dresser beside the bed, keeping her eyes locked into his the entire time, only breaking away to open the drawer of her underwear.

Empty.

Jennifer blinked. She pulled open the two half-drawers above it. Both empty. Each and every drawer was completely cleaned out of every article of her clothing. She snapped her head back around to her husband, who still grinned at her with his tail excitedly pounding on the bedspread. He nodded to a point across the room. Turning, Jennifer spotted a single sock hanging from the doorknob to their bedroom.

“Very elaborate,” she said, crossing the room and throwing the sock across the room. It landed harmlessly on the bed next to Logan, who crossed his legs and watched excitedly. Jennifer rolled her eyes and exited the bedroom. The first thing to catch her eye was her second sock, a match to the first, hanging very deliberately from the corner of a picture frame. She grabbed it and bundled the two together before scanning the rest of the room.

Jennifer's eyes immediately fell on an object on the countertop that separated their small kitchen from the living room. It was her own bra (her favorite one, in fact), hung between the two identical teddie bears the couple had been given to celebrate their discovery of twins.

“This is very inappropriate, Logan!” she shouted, taking the bra from the conspirators and throwing it over her shoulder. A slim amount of light caught her eye, where she noticed that the refrigerator door was left ever so slightly ajar. Opening it, Jennifer found one of her favorite shirts strung up across the top rack, its arms pinned underneath a jar of ice cream and a bottle of dill pickles.

“And you win!” She yelled back into the bedroom. “Maybe it's not an old maid's tale after all!”
“Wives tale!” Logan shouted, momentarily breaking character.
“Whatever!”

She stood and pushed the door shut, but not before removing both her shirt and the jar of pickles (that she set on the counter for later). Turning, the next hiding place was immediately obvious; her pajama pants had been pinned above the bedroom door-frame, splayed out in some kind of weird dancing pose. Jennifer marveled at all the work Logan had gone to while she had been showering. It was eye-opening to how long her bath times really were.

Grabbing a chair from the kitchen, she dragged it over to the doorway and stood on it to pull the pins out of the wall. While Jennifer expected Logan to be ogling the view from the bedroom, in actuality, he had dropped his smile to watch with concern as she stood on the chair, sighing quietly as she stepped to the floor with her pants in hand.

Jennifer threw her clothing into a pile on the floor while pushing the door behind her shut with both her tail and leg. She folded her arms over her chest and shot Logan a mocking look of disapproval. She knew exactly what she was still missing.

She started with the second dresser, the smaller one with more of Logan's clothes stuffed inside. Even as she started to pull out the drawers themselves out, she couldn't find what she was looking for. She checked the closet, where the two of them kept some of their nicer dress-clothes. As she leaned in to look past the clothes, her tail pushed the back of the towel up higher than was decent, forcing Logan to flush beneath his fur and glance away.

Jennifer pulled back and shut the door, actually trying to think where Logan could have hidden them. Crossing over to the bed, she pulled the drawer from the nightstand to dig around in the assorted junk. She even lifted up the lamp to check underneath. Next, she clambered onto the bed itself and pulled up the pillows on both sides of the bed, even checking inside the pillowcases themselves. Finding nothing, she fell to her knees on the bed, frowning as she tried to think of whatever elaborate hiding place could still exist in their room. But as the turned to take another look at the dresser, she locked eyes with Logan, who stared at her with a wider smile than she had seen all night. Suddenly, it clicked.

Crawling across the mattress, she sat next to Logan and stared at him with identical, teasing eyes. Logan's wild grin fell into a soft smile as he dug into his pocket to pull out Jennifer's folded panties, the matching set to her bra, and dutifully offered them back to her.

She extended her hand to take them, but instead wrapped her fingers behind Logan's head pulled him closer to passionately kiss him. She crawled backward onto the bed and, in one deft motion, undid her towel and threw it over her husband's head.

“Keep 'em.”
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