When morning came, Noah woke to shivering.  He was so cold and wet!  He turned his gaze down to the soaked, white cat girl next to him.  She was watching him with those glassy eyes through her long black hair.  “G-good morn-ning,” he told her and she looked confused before gasping.  She got out of the bed and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the bed too.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she repeated quickly, taking in the sight of how the bed was soaked through.  Not just the sheets but the mattress too.

Noah only gave a laugh and shook his head.  “Knew I shoulda got some waterproof sheets,” he told her with a smile.  Holding her hand, he led them into the bathroom, where he turned on a hot shower.  Getting in with her, he sighed as the water warmed up his body.  The girl however continued to shift from foot to foot, looking at him concerned.  “It’s okay, hon,” he reassured, picking her up and giving her a hug.  That made her worry go away and she smiled as she hugged him back.

Their lips met in a soft kiss that was at first a little lazy, but it wasn’t long before the kiss turned hungry.  Tongues wrestled as he turned and pinned her against the wall with his body, his hands cupping her small bottom.  She could feel his canine cock growing hot and hard against her, his desire for her reawakening hers.  Her legs wrapped around his hips as best they could and she mewled at him in begging as she broke the kiss.  He complied by thrusting up into her.  Groans escaped them both and her nails dug into his shoulders as her body was once again stretched by the girth of his member.

Panting moans escaped them both as he drove him into her, over and over, the tip of his cock bumping against her deep place. He couldn’t go all the way inside her, he was just too big, but the length he could fit had them both begging for more.  Forgetting all about showering to warm up, he fucked her against the wall, panting as he gazed down into her eyes.

His mind, which should have been going blank, was replaying last night’s events in his head, driving his lust up to new levels.  “Oh god, Samara!” he groaned and she shuddered, mewling his name as she suddenly climaxed.  How the hell was he supposed to hold back with her body spasming around his cock in ways that turned his brain to mush?  Shuddering as well, he gave in and groaned as he came inside her, keeping his knot outside her through sheer luck.

When he next blinked, he was laying on his back in the tub with her atop him, hot water spraying down on them.  Apparently, he’d fainted like a teenage virgin.  He was embarrassed until he saw the filthy smile on her lips as she grinned at him.  “That was hot,” she told him and wiggled atop him, which made him laugh softly.

“Yes, yes it was.  Speaking of hot, let’s finish up the shower and get some breakfast,” he told her and she nodded.  With complete reluctance on both their parts, they got up and finished showering.  He playfully washed her hair for her and she giggled as she let him.  No sooner than she’d finished rinsing out the soap though than she dropped to her knees and began to rub at his fuzzy balls with her little hands.  “Hey hey, we’re supposed to be- ugh!”  She cut him off by licking the tip of his cock as it peeked out from his sheathe.  Despite having just climaxed, he quickly became hard again.

“You’re big again,” she said with a positively teasing undertone.

“I wonder why,” he said with sarcasm so thick in his tone that you could cut it with a knife.  She just giggled and gave his tip a kiss before standing.  She hopped out of the shower the next second and laughed as she grabbed a towel and dashed out of the bathroom.  “You tease!” he called after her as he got out and grabbed a towel for himself.  He wrapped it around his waist and followed her out, cock tenting his towel.

When he came out though, he found her glaring angrily at the door.  Her anger was cute but he didn’t understand why she was mad until there was the sound of a key turning in the lock.  Appalled, he went over to the door and flung it open, finding Rachel there on the other side.  “How many fucking keys to my apartment do you have!?” he growled at her and when she tried to force her way inside, he stood in her way.  “Go the hell away, Rachel.  I don’t have time for your shi-“ his words were cut off when a sharp pain exploded in his stomach.

Samara gasped from behind him but he didn’t look to her.  Instead, he looked down at the knife buried in his stomach and the oh so red blood flowing down.  He stumbled back a few steps and fell on his back.  He was too stunned, shocked by the pain and the feeling of betrayal he felt.  He looked to the girl that had both her hands over her mouth, looking horrified.  “Run Samara!” he choked out but she only ran to him and knelt by his side, pressing her hands against his wound.

“That bitch is here!? I’ll fucking kill her! Stealing my man!” the blonde fox cried out in hysterics as she dashed passed Noah.  But she didn’t stop by Samara.  Instead the woman went into the bedroom.

Confusion filled him as he looked at the girl by his side but saw that she was crying, trying desperately to stop his bleeding.  “I’m sorry!” she choked out to him through her sobs, “I’m a ghost, Noah! She can’t see me! I couldn’t stop her! Oh god! It won’t stop bleeding!”  Her little hands were shaking and she kept flicking her glassy eyes from his face to his wound.

“I don’t… understand…” he struggled to say the words.  It was then that she choked out the details she’d hidden from him.  The secrets she’d kept.  She was dead, had been for years upon years.  She’d been drowned by her stepmother.  She had been so mad that she had become a wrathful curse, and any that saw the cursed tape she would kill after seven days.  He’d been different though.  He’d never feared her.  He’d made her happy beyond words.

As she explained that she was the one that killed his friend Mike, he could only nod his understanding.  It was getting so cold.  He saw a flash of blonde fox and knew that Rachel had fled.  He was so mad but he couldn’t move.  “I… don’t care…” he coughed a little, blood flecking his lips, “About that…” She stared at him as those tears kept pouring down her cheeks.  “Being with you… was the best thing… I’ve ever done with my life,” he told her and her chin quivered.

“Don’t you dare die!” she gasped at him, turning and running to grab the phone. She pulled it off the side table next to the couch and punched in 911.  She couldn’t say anything though.  Only those that saw the tape could see her, hear her, or interact with her.  She held the phone to his ear.  “You have to tell them! You have to tell them to save you!”

He gasped out a sound but he couldn’t form the words.  The room was getting dark and it was getting harder to move in even the slightest of ways.  The operator on the phone said they’d send someone over to investigate, something about reverse tracking the call.  Samara gave a cry and slammed the phone against the floor several times in frustration.  They wouldn’t arrive in time!  Despair filled her and she clutched at his chest, resting her head against him, sobbing as he slowly died.

She felt it the instant that the curse was lifted as her hands passed right though his chest.  She sat back and wailed, a sorrow in her like the crushing weight of an ocean on her chest.

A hand pressed gently on her shoulder and the sound of her despair was cut off in surprise as she looked up and over her shoulder.  A man she didn’t recognize stood there.  He wore robes of black cloth and his face, it was smooth, without fur or emotion.   She couldn’t see his eyes.  The robed man gave her shoulder a squeeze and she felt something inside her spring free.  The curse that kept her soul bound to this world was broken.  Her fur dried and her glassy eyes cleared, revealing a beautiful blue.

Startled, she clutched her hands to her chest as a white gown covered her nakedness.  The black robed man walked around the dead body of her lover and knelt beside him, placing one hand upon his chest.  That hand sank into the body and grasped the fox’s heart.  A simple squeeze and Noah gasped, his eyes shooting open.  His eyes locked on the robed man as he once again stood.  Quietly the man gazed at the two of them as Samara threw herself at Noah as he sat up.

Without a word, the man took a step back and vanished into a shifting black smoke that dissipated.  “Who… was that?” Noah asked quietly as he held the warm girl in his arms.

“I don’t care!” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.  His thoughts slowly melted away as he forgot all about the black robed man.  He kissed the girl in his arms with all his heart.

Small hands eventually slid down his chest, touching the fresh pink scar on his stomach.  Their gazes went to it then he looked to her.  His hand pressed to her chest through the white gown, feeling the fluttering of her heart.  “You’re… alive!” he said and she gave a gasp, grasping his hand as she seemed to just realize it herself.  They sat there amazed for a moment before he heard someone coming up the stairs outside.  He pointed for her to hide in the room and he grabbed his towel off the floor, wrapping it quickly around his waist before going to the door.  It had been left open, so before he could close it, he was standing there face to face with two officers.

It took over ten minutes of explaining that he’d been assaulted by his ex but had managed to fight her off.  Leaving Samara at the apartment, he dressed and went with the officers.  At the police station, he filed charges against his ex and was still there when they picked her up.  Rachel was spewing profanities as she was dragged into the station but she looked completely bewildered at the sight of him alive and healthy.  “I killed you! I stabbed you! How are you here!?” she screeched and he only glared at her with pure hatred.  Hearing those words were all the officers needed and the crazy woman was put into processing.

Months passed and Noah and Samara continued to live together happily at the apartment.  They had to swap out the mattress and sheets, but now that she wasn’t constantly leaking a lake of water all the time, they didn’t bother with waterproofing anything.  His son, rather than coming to live with him and Samara, went instead to Rachel’s parents.  Noah had refused to take custody, seeing as it wasn’t fair to take a child under his care that he didn’t care about.  It wasn’t fair to the boy, but it wasn’t a healthy environment anyways.  The boy’s grandparents would be much better choices, and that’s what the court decided too.

The two of them never figured out who that black robed man was, mostly because shortly after they’d both been granted life, they forgot about him completely.  However, that was fine.  Even if they’d known, it wouldn’t have mattered.  They were alive and together, that’s all they needed.