He was banging the new nails into the porch in the scorching heat. It grew too much for him to handle as he took off his shirt to work more effectively. Martin was expanding the deck in the backyard and setting up walls on the left and right side to avoid the neighbors. It gave him and Martha more peace in mind knowing that they can sit together without being judged.
He breathed out, wiping the thick sweat from his fur.
Martha shyly stepped out the door with a glass of ice cold lemonade on a silver tray. She was standing by the doorway for over ten minutes watching Martin worked. She bit her lower lip from seeing the muscles of his shoulder bulge when he lift his arm to use the hammer. She imagined herself running her fingers on his back, feeling every inch of his powerful physique. Her face and ears suddenly felt a heatwave ran over them from the sudden thought. She shook her head and stepped outside.

"Marty?" Hearing her voice made him stop immediately and turn around. He grinned when he saw the lemonade. She gave him a sheepish smile and a shrug.

"I thought you might need a break." She said crouching down behind him. Martin grabbed the glass cup and took a gulp of the sweet drink.

He wiped his lips. "Thank you Cottontail." He said turning back towards his work. He already put the last wall of plywood up. All he needed to do was put in a screen window.
Martha titled her head when he continued to take sips of the homemade lemonade, his eyes still fixed on which nails to use on the wall. Her eyes slowly wandered down on his back. Before she knew it, her nimble fingers were already tracing his bone structure. Feeling every crevasse and bump. His rough unkempt fur seemed to make him more attractive. She felt the corner of her mouth peaked when she ran her paws down his spine and back up to his shoulder blades. She never noticed how much his bones slightly protrude.

"Do you feel lonely or somethin', Martha?" Martin laughed suddenly, making Martha gasp and pull her wandering paws back to her chest. She felt her face heat up in embarrassment. He placed the empty glass down when he looked back to her with a toothy grin. "Because it seems you want my attention..." He winked making her grab both of her ears, pulling them down.

"I-I'm so sorry Martin...I-I don't know w-what got over me." She stammered, avoiding his hungry eyes. He grabbed her paws, forcing them onto his bare chest that made her ears begin to steam.

"How about touching me here, Cottontail?"

She gasped by his crude humor and how worse the situation was being for her. He laughed when she pulled her paws away again.

"M-Marty!" She shrieked and covered her eyes. He laughed at her sudden motion, it reminded him of when they were kids. Every time they went down to the watering hole, she always covered her eyes when he took off his shirt. She got up and turned around, paws still over her eyes.

"I know you want to!" He teased loudly. Martha didn't move her paws. Instead she slowly nodded, admitting to the fact. Martin's ears went forward with interest.

"Of course I do...is that wrong for a wife to do?" She asked, separating her fingers from her eyes to look at him for the answer. His eyes perked from the question and soon found himself at a loss for words. "You are attractive to me, Martin."

Martin DeClawe was a fox who would always bounce back from a serious situation and from an embarrassing one. He never let animals see that he could be embarrassed and he never thought if he can. Except, in that moment. He quickly looked away from her and felt the heat rise to his face. Martha dropped her paws when he covered his own face. He felt his vocal cords tightened, straining his voice when he replied in a surprising high pitch and soft response.

"N-no, I-I don't think s-so."

Martha ears sprang up in alarm from hearing his masculine and deep voice turned into a young adolescence going through puberty. Martin's paws immediately shut his muzzle from hearing the odd voice.

Martha stood up and walked away. Martin watched when she went towards the door. "I'm going to make lunch now!" And she stepped inside their home. Martin sighed in relief, thinking that she may have not heard him. He cleared his throat and grabbed the hammer.
Martha meanwhile, rushed deep into the house while covering her mouth. Stifling her laughter before she exploded in the living room. She was in tears, laughing at the sudden voice that came out of her Marty. If was a good thing she walked away because for a moment longer, she would have laughed at his face.