Anticlimax
Rick wasn't paying much attention to where he was going, heading on autopilot to the Cafe, when he heard the cry.
It froze him in his tracks. Some heady, sweet, feline wail from somewhere, speaking of lewd yearning beyond most people's ability to even imagine. He realized that he'd started to get an erection just from a single, brief sound that went through him like a beam of pure lust, and he slowly turned, reading wall markings, to get a sense of where he was...
...and yes, he just happened to be walking by Edie's rooms.
Rick stood there, stunned, in the middle of the corridor. Was that a deep growl from behind the door? And, all at once, he knew what he was going to do. It wasn't his usual style, but... the fox crept very quietly up to the door, and hungrily pressed his ear to it, silently begging his heartbeat to quiet down so he could hear more of those sweet, sweet sounds, no more able to resist than a salmon swimming upstream to spawn.
There was a little pause, and then a high, keening, desperately yearning sound absolutely glued him to the door- answered by a sort of interrogative rumble, and then Rick's eyes went very wide as he listened to a desperate, breathy wail that suddenly transformed into a paint-peeling yowl.
Transfixed, he listened avidly and thought he heard those inevitable words, 'Are you okay?', but it was hard to be sure, as the caterwauling didn't stop. Right after that, he was sure he heard a deep "Ohmygod! nhh!" and privately noted: Walter, knew it all the time.
The riveted fox continued to listen at the door, quite shamelessly, as the sweet, feline song of lust played on. As it developed, it seemed to somehow gain fervor- it would die away for a moment, and then flare up to a wild, bold yowl. At some point, the wail began to break up into rhythmic yowls and gasps, and what caught Rick's attention most about this was the way it was accompanied by little yelps- he thought he could guess what was provoking those, and figured he'd probably be yiping too if it was him. The caterwauling built and built in power and intensity, taking on a glorious shameless resonance, and began to be accompanied by deeper groans and growlings... until all at once, Rick was nearly blasted away from the door by an eruption of shrieks and howls beyond anything he'd heard. Stunned, he sagged against the door in amazement as it went on and on, and then the yelps quieted but the yowling carried on relentlessly, exhaustingly, and... yes... began gently to lose its alarming force, gradually quieted and came in for a very gradual landing, until finally Rick was listening hungrily to long, trembling moans of ecstacy, beautifully shameless and passionate, sweetly and slowly fading to a quivering silence in which he could hear only the excited pounding of his own heart.
Silence filled the corridor, and Rick realised his ear was still pressed to the door.
He looked down at himself, looked at the door, and headed off down the corridor, in search of somebody.
Anybody.
