At The End Of The Tunnel

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At The End Of The Tunnel

Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: Oh yes, thank you for the reviews. Breech and James continue their torrid escapades and possibly the most complicated relationship I’ve ever written.

Froggy: I can’t believe peple don’t even care about the sex any more!

Harley: On, to adventure!

Froggy: And sex!

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Dreaming

“Breech… I will never hate you.”

James kissed her again, and this time Breech could feel warmth rising in her belly. She stopped holding the hospital gown closed and felt it hanging open, her body pressed against his. One paw wrapped around James’ back, the other slid down his side, rubbing his thigh.

He was still kissing her, his paws searching inside the gown, caressing her sides. She pushed her paw into his crotch and rubbed gently, feeling it strengthen under her touch.

James groaned and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and stroking her lips with it, pushing the gown off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her naked for him to touch all over.

It was all so impossible and yet so wonderful to feel him this close, this aroused, this perfect. Breech didn’t want to have to breathe anymore. She could feel his muscles tensing under her prying fingers, and knew that she was growing damp inside.

Suddenly they were backed up against the wall, and James was kissing her neck and shoulders as he rubbed her body. She whimpered softly as she felt his tongue stroke against her breasts, and then her navel.

“James…” she whispered, not a murmur of protest but a sigh of ecstacy.

“Breech…” he muttered in response.

She sank to her knees and looked into his eyes briefly, then wrapped her arms around him, kissing him again and again, more and more desperately. He was clutching her body now, squeezing it in his hands, and oh gods she didn’t want it to stop.

She pulled him to the floor, so that he was on top of her, their bodies entwined, her chest heaving. She could feel his cock pressing against her crotch now, fully erected and searching for the way in. She spread her legs underneath him, clutching him against her, running her fingers through his fur as he pushed into her, moaning, and-

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Breech sat up with a gasp. She was sweating. Fuck, where the hell did that one come from? And more to the point, why in hell’s name was there a total absence of nightmare in it?

Dreams were the mind’s way of dealing with the day’s events. Or if you’d been thinking about something a lot.

Dreams were the deepest, darkest corners of the subconscious. You dreamt about what you’d never dare say, or do, or even think. And though they might be confusing, they never, ever lied.

Crazy. She was crazy to dream that… no, she knew what she wanted, and if she let it, it would happen. But she was crazy to want it. And crazy to think it would work.

She looked around, and saw James sleeping in a chair, next to the bed. She looked down at herself - she still wasn't wearing much.

James shifted slightly on the chair. His ears twitched as he heard her move, even in his sleep.

"Damn!" Breech whispered, and climbed out of the bed. Had she done something stupid? No... but it was stupid to be here... She hurried into the bathroom and checked herself over. Not particularly sore... no mess... She glanced in the mirror. Drat that scar.

She glanced at the shower. As usual she felt grubby, but there wasn't time for that now. She headed for the window and started to try and open it, "Damn these child-proof safety locks!" she snarled, furious at the world.

"...The door would probably be easier" James yawned and stretched behind her.

"Yeek!" Breech turned quickly, holding the hospital gown to herself, "Uh... good morning, James."

James licked his lips, blinked, and rubbed his eyes, "Mornin', Breech. Sleep well?"

"Er... yes, strangely enough," Breech admitted. She turned back to the sink and covered the mirror with her paw, splashing some water on her face.

James got to his feet, stretching some more, "...Oh, by the way, make sure that no-one sees you while you're here. Sally wants your head..."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Breech leant on the wall, her eyes straying back to James again. She blushed, remembering the dream, and turned away slightly.

James noticed the gaze and following blush, but mentally shrugged and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom, and to his closet, "Feel free to search through my stuff for something to wear," he said.

"Your stuff is way too big for me," Breech complained, "At least Nack was short enough for me to borrow his clothes..." She stopped, worried that she might have hurt James' feelings.

James shrugged, "Ok. You don't really have to worry about it... People in Knothole aren't big on clothes, anyway."

"Well, I feel more comfortable when I cover up," Breech sighed, "You're right, I have spent too much time with Overlanders." She rubbed at her fur absentmindedly. Standing in the bathroom was giving her the familiar urge to peel her skin off,

James waited outside the bathroom, "Oh... I think I know where the final emerald is," he said.

"Where?"

"Grenao Fortress."

Without even thinking, Breech pulled off the hospital gown and stepped into the shower, turning it on so that the water was almost burning hot.

"How... do you know..." she asked, as she started to scrub, knowing how wrong it was.

"Hmm... I see the shower works. The Freedom Fighters put things together fast,” James continued, “As you may know, Grenao Fortress is the ancient HQ of the Royal Guard. What you probably don't know is that the place is also the secret gold and treasure reserve of the kingdom. There's a huge vault under the fortress containing the stuff; I've been there once or twice. I remember seeing a very large glowing stone in there... rather like the other emeralds."

Breech was vaguely aware of the new cuts she'd gotten from going down the river reopening, "Treasure, eh? Best keep... Nack away..." She could still see the blood of innocent people staining her paws... she had to get rid of it, she had to...

"Good advice... you ok in there?"

Breech gritted her teeth, "I'm fine..." she muttered, forcing herself to come out of the shower and snatching up the hospital gown. Stupid, stupid...

James tossed her a towel through the door.

Breech caught the towel and tried to wipe off the blood, failing badly. She sat down on the bathroom floor and gave up, trying to hold the blood-smeared towel around herself. The rotten thing barely wrapped around her chest once.

"I think we should head towards Grenao soon. That hoverbike I stole could get us there within a couple hours. Of course, we can't take Keith with us... oh." James looked in and noticed Breech with the blood-stained towel. He walked in and knelt down, "You really have to stop doing this to yourself..."

"You must think I'm crazy," Breech said, looking at her feet.

James chuckled, "I don't have to think, I know you're crazy. But then again, so am I," he joked.

"Yeah, but you don't try to scrub your fur off," Breech answered, standing up. James handed her a clean towel, which she wrapped around herself.

"No, I just stay away from my son who hasn't seen me in 10 years and thinks I’m dead... oh, by the way. I finally talked to him."

Breech smiled, "How was he?"

"Come here, let me clean you up... Well, he was very shocked, and denied it at first... He wanted to know why I was never there, and I didn't have a good answer for him. But I think he forgave me. He was just glad to see me again. It feels good. Thank you, Breech; you helped me do it..."

"Did I?" Breech gave James her arm.

James sat down with her, and began to bandage her wounds, "Yes. What you said to me in Robotropolis woke me up to how stupid I was being. And when I saw you meeting with Keith again... I knew I just had to meet with him."

"And you don't hate me..."

James chuckled softly, "No, of course I don't hate you."

"You got to promise," Breech's eyes suddenly took on a hunted expression, "You got to promise on... on... on a kiss..." she finished, and blushed again.

James swallowed. Something about the way she said it told him just how much she needed to know, to be assured that he didn't hate her after what she had done. He cupped her face in his paws and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers gently. It wasn't a greedy kiss, it wasn't an overly passionate kiss... it was a loving kiss. He doubted that she had many, if any, of those in her life. He slowly pulled away and looked her in the eye, a gentle smile on his face, "I promise."

A smile spread over Breech's face, and she took his face in her paws, pulling him down to her once more and kissing him again, her fingers moving to his shoulders, probing his muscles gently as she moved her lips against his, wanting to never have to let go.

James closed his eyes and melted into the second kiss, moving his lips against hers. A powerful warmth spread through his body, pooling in his belly. He could feel his cock stiffening up and pressing against her leg. He wrapped his arms around her, enclosing her in their warmth; this time without the armour as a barrier between them.

Breech was aware that the only thing between them was a thin, cheap towel, held up only by the pressure of their bodies together, but she didn’t care. She moved her paws down James’ spine slowly, stroking his fur, the towel slipping and leaving her back bare.

James slid his paws down her back, prying her muscles with the tips of his fingers. He deepened the kiss slowly, his tongue softly probing her lips. His tail twitched behind him and he lifted her up carefully, sitting her down in his lap, allowing them to get even closer, his lips never leaving hers.

Breech whimpered in pleasure, her lips parting and her fingers tracing down his sides, one pressed gently against the base of his tail, the other resting on his hip.

James shivered softly as she touched him, and moaned into the kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth and gently caressed inside of it. His lungs began to burn, and the fox ended the kiss, sucking on her lower lip as he pulled away, and took a deep breath of air, thick with her scent. He gave her a few more quick kisses on the lips, and then rested his head on her shoulder, his muzzle against her neck, "Wow..."

Breech kissed his shoulders gently, her breathing rapid. She hadn't felt that good since... since ever. She could feel something hard pressing against the towel, but she didn't look down; she knew what it was. Evidently, James had enjoyed the kiss as much as she had.

"James..." she whispered, "When I'm close to you... I can't think about bad things."

James smiled and planted a kiss on her neck, "Yeah... same here. We've had enough bad things," Breech smiled, and rested her head on James chest, "There. Done. Now don't go scratching your arms up like that... I'm running out of bandages."

A thought entered Breech’s head, "The hover-bike... It will have Robotnik's tracking microchips in it. Everything he makes does."

"Yeah, but if what you said is true, Robotnik won't be a problem anymore."

"The cultists control his empire now – they mustn’t know where we're going."

James considered that for a moment, "We'll need to shut down or remove the tracking chips."

"It's not something I can do," Breech shrugged, "Do you think anyone here can?"

"Either Rotor, my son, or Snively. Sally might...but I'm not going to ask her."

"I'm sorry I ruined your life by killing Max," Breech sighed.

"My life isn't ruined... just changed. It’s alright. He had it coming to him."

"Yeah... but I still feel like I could have done something so that you didn't get blamed," Breech replied.

"Well... you could have died in that cell. But I'm glad that didn’t happen." James got to his feet, pulling Breech up to hers, "Come on... let’s get ready."

"For what?"

"For going to Grenao, of course."

Breech nodded, "It's up north, right? I can't go like this..."

"Yeah, we're going to have to get you something warm to wear...."

"Got anything in leather?"

"I do have a leather jacket, but I don't know if it will fit you..."

"I don't think I have much choice any more."

"True," James reached into the closet and pulled out a jacket, shirt and trousers, handing them to her. He smirked, "I can't wear the armour and creepy black cloak all the time, you know?"

"I'm glad... it says Royal Guard all over it."

"It does get uncomfortable... but hey, the stuff can save your life," James began putting the armour on.

Breech sighed and put on the clothes, which were far too big for her, "I lost all my stuff in the river... I didn't have time to get more before I skipped the city."

"Oh well... we can get it replaced later. Let's go check out the bike," he said as he tossed on the cloak.

"But if they see me-"

"Well, let’s stay out of sight, then."

Breech pulled a thin scarf out of the wardrobe and pulled it over her face, and they carefully snuck outside, making their way to the edge of the village where James had parked the bike. Unsurprisingly, Tails was already there, practically drooling over it. Like father, like son...

Breech stayed quiet, nervous even to speak in case somebody recognised her voice.

Tails looked up, "Oh... hi dad! This bike is cool! Where did you get it?"

James smiled, "Stole it from one of Robotnik's labs."

Tails grinned, "Wow! This thing is state-of-the-art! I can't wait to mess around with it some!"

James squirmed, "Um... well you see, me and Breech need to use it to get somewhere. And there's a problem concerning a tracking chip that Robotnik put in it..."

Tails chuckled, "Already got rid of it."

James blinked, "Already? How did you know...?"

Tails laughed, "Come on, dad, Ro’butt’nik puts those chips in everything he makes!"

Breech raised an eyebrow, "Your kid is SMART," she said. Now it was James' turn to blush, "You sure there wasn't something in the water your wife was drinking when she had him?" she asked, a mild joke in her voice

James didn't answer, instead patting Tails on the head and smiling, "Good work, son. We're going to have to leave for a while, but I should be back in a day or so."

Tails’ ears drooped, "Ok..."

James smiled and ruffled the boy’s fur, "Hey, we'll be back soon, I promise. You and Keith can play together until we get back... just don't blow the village up, ok?"

Tails nodded, "Ok. Hey... who is she?" he looked up at Breech.

Breech pulled the veil around her face again, "James... what about Nack and Snively... I can't just leave them outside the village - we could be gone for ages."

James turned to Breech, "They can stay in my hut until we get back" he turned back to Tails, "Uh... this is Keith's mom, Breech."

"Um..."

Tails’ eyes widened in surprise, "But you told me she was dead."

Breech nodded, "I get that a lot."

James smiled, "Thankfully, I was mistaken. Hey, don't tell anyone about her, ok? We could get in big trouble if you did."

Tails nodded, "Don't worry, dad. I won't tell."

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End Of Chapter Twenty-Four

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