Falling For The Fox (Foxy x Reader FNaF) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Fifteen: It Isn't Ever Over

YOUR P.O.V

"Fox..." You say gently, not trusting sentences to form correctly. So instead, you tear up slightly and jump down onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing yourself to lean on him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Neediness that you never let anyone see finally seeping through. Foxy stiffens for a moment before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you, holding you with the tightness that reassured you he wasn't going anywhere

"You were going to-" You couldn't get the rest of the words out as they choked you up every time you tried, so instead, you spoke what you could, shaking in his arms

"It's okay, lass, that wasn't me, I'm here now, I'm staying" Foxy reassures gently. After a moment, he slowly moves his hands down to your thighs, which grip around his waist, and clutches them tightly, moving to stand up. Your hold tightens against him as he straightens, before finally loosening it. He chuckles huskily, walking over to the back table and setting you onto it. You move your head to look him in the eyes, the familiar cheekiness in his them comforting you.

"So what do we do now?" You question, your nerves finally settling and a light blush of embarrassment making its away over your cheeks. Foxy moves over to the left door, then the right, closing both. Your eyes widen and you go to protest but he's already back to you and silencing your protest about to commence with his finger against your lips.

"We leave it for now, so I can do this without interruption" He moves his finger away from your lips and quickly leans in, pressing his lips hard against your own. You smile in immediate response as your lips mould with his. In a matter of moments the kiss becomes heated, and with a growl Foxy grabs your thighs, pulling you to him and deepening it.

Eventually, you pull away, earning a whine of displeasure from Foxy, and a small chuckle from yourself "Not now, Fox" You raise your eyebrow, knowing what would've happened if you hadn't stopped him

"Why not now?" Foxy huffed, the child you knew resided in him coming out as frustration clear on his face

"Because, if you hadn't noticed, it's only four AM, the others still want to kill me and we only have 28% power left in this damn building, so excuse me if my mind isn't exactly on sex right now" You respond, your eyes rolling on their own accord as you slide to the side and hop off the table, walking over towards the monitor. You could almost sense the slight pout forming on Foxys face and a small smile covers your lips as you stand, looking back at him to see what you expected; arms folded with a sulky pout.

"My apologies if I don't want to fucking die" You say lightly, sarcasm dripping from your words as you reopen both doors, only to close the right again as you see Chica sprinting to the door shrieking, frying-pan in hand. You yelp on surprise and quickly slam your hand back down onto the button, the door shutting with a clang just as Chica reaches you.

You turn back to Foxy with a sigh, just as his face softens and he strides over in one quick step, wrapping his arms around you once more

"Just a couple more hours, lass" He murmurs

THIRD PERSON P.OV

Aiden glares at the monitors angrily before turning to his newfound acquaintance, Vincent. He had been the once to reassure Aiden that his plan would work, and was now the source of Aidens frustration of it failing

"You bastard" He snaps at Vincent, his voice coming out as an angry growl. Vincent raises his eyebrow, not making any attempt to get up to have confrontation with the boy. He looked rather content with Angel on his lap to Aiden, which only angered him further

"Me?" Vincent responds, seemingly amused at Aidens comment "I never swore it would work" He shrugs, his grip becoming seemingly tighter on Angels waist "I just gave you an idea"