"Foot rub"

Judy was exhausted.

She fell against her sofa in a soft plop. Her arm hanging lazily off the cushions. Her body sore and uncomfortable, pain ravaging from her back to down to the soles of her feet. For an entire week she had been on foot chases, being one of the fastest on the force, she was great to think on her feet. Yet, she shifted uncomfortably against the soft fabric of the couch in unbearable pain from her feet. Receiving a few days of rest, she was determined to take the time to heal and take some well-needed sleep. Curling up, she rested her head against her pillow, her eyes becoming heavy.

Her eyes snapped open from a rapping at her door. She lifts her head hearing a set of clicks from the door unlocking. One look of a familiar green shirt made her head fall back in disbelief.

"Nick, what are you doing here?" She asked, a soft groan escaping her throat unwilling causing Nick to give her a dropped look.

"Wow and here I thought it might be nice to congratulate you for a job well done..." He shut the door, his arms full with special treats, just for her. "Do you have any idea how long it took to buy these from your extended-extended family?"

She opened an eye at him, seeing him drop small box of carrot-shaped cookies on her coffee table. He made himself at home by taking a seat beside her feet. In his paw, he held a small paper bag filled with his own treats-greasy potato chips.

He munched loudly making her cringe as he spoke. "They couldn't believe a fox was buying their food! I swear your race has it out for me and I've been nothing but polite!"

Her brow lowered, pinching the furrowed brow with her fingers. "That's because you told my baker that his food looked like it was made in the ground!"

He snorted. "That was a compliment, everything he has is carrot shaped." He took another mouthful of chips causing crumbs to fall right on her feet.

She jerked her feet away, which proved to be a mistake. She let out a soft grunt of pain from the movement causing Nick to shift his arms up, thinking that it was him...which it was.

"You okay, Whiskers?" He said after putting the bag down. She curled into a small fetal

position, keeping still.

"No, actually!" She replied roughly, she took a breath, calming herself. "Nick...it's very sweet that you got me my favorite snacks but-I've had a really long week and I could use some quiet, if you don't mind."

She casted her eyes back at him and found him clicking away at his phone. His eyes darted back towards her, finding her glaring at him. He stopped and let out a nervous laugh, placing the phone on the table.

"S-sorry...but I was listening!" He retorted, she rolled her eyes and slumped her head back on her pillow.

"My feet are killing me." She stated through her teeth. She hoped that Nick would get the message and leave her alone. She stared at the ceiling, hearing nothing but silence. She didn't want to come out as crossed. Deep down, she was happy that Nick took the time to buy her the treats. The short moment of silence was shattered by Nick grabbing her ankles, pulling her legs towards him. Her head fell off the pillow and a surge of deep pain ran through her body.

"Ow! Nick!" She lifted her neck and saw her feet on his lap. His paws wrapped around her left foot, his thumbs against the middle of her sole. He pressed against it, rotating his thumbs. She winced, her paws gripping the couch.

"That hurts!" She exclaimed, trying to pull her leg away. He kept his grip on tight.

"Just trust me okay?" He said and pressed his fingers against her sole again. He rotated her ankle while using his fingers to massage her foot. She cringed and writhed.

He let out a laugh. "Relax...or else you'll feel worse."

She grabbed her pillow and put it in a death grip. The poor stuffed fabric let out a pitiful squeal from the air escaping. After a while, the pain lessened making her finally lean back, her eyes closed in complete bliss. She would have never thought Nick had a way with his paws. The way his fingers seemed to dance up her foot and ankle. It was actually relaxing.

Nick smirked at Judy, who had her head resting back on the pillow. She breathed out, slipping into the snares of beauty sleep. Carefully and quietly, he placed her feet off of his lap and onto his place on the couch. He backed away, tip-toeing around the coffee table he took a seat on the ground. With one last look at the sleeping Judy he placed his arms behind his head falling back to the floor. Sleeping right beside her.