Fluff piece, Nick and Judy relaxing in a hammock. You know the pic
I, for some reason, am remember a few hammock pic, whist also remember like very few of them. So I’m basing this prompt of this pic.
Nick likes visiting Bunnyburrow.
Which was not a sentence Nick ever thought would be true in his whole life. As he is a fox, and never once been far outside the city limits of Zootopia.
But it was true.
He liked visiting Bunnyburrow. It had wide open fields and sweeping breezes that Zootopia could ever dream of having. Not to mention the air was fresh, smelled more of flowering plants and dirt with hints of fresh cut grass. Rather than smelling like car exhausted and every type of mammal imaginable.
Nick doesn’t even care that when he visit he sometimes has to help with farm work. Wither it be tending to the fields, harvesting fresh produce, or working the Hopps roadside stand. He really doesn’t care.
Usually because Judy is right along side him. And it’s just a whole other side of her he doesn’t have in the city. It’s softer, gentler, and calmer. Granted that doesn’t stop her from chasing and tackling some of her siblings, but still.
It was fun. And the Hopps understood it was still part of a vacation for them. They were still guests to be entertained rather worked too hard.
Still, there was nothing better than working in the fields all day then lounging in the hammock next to the blueberry bushes as the sun set. Even if the hammock was just slightly small for him.
Which was where Nick currently was.
Lounging away until the dinner bell chattered loudly through the air. Content with breathing the fresh air and swaying slightly in whatever breezy decided to give him a bit of push.
“What are you doing?” Judy’s voice suddenly asked.
Nick popped open an eye and turned to look at the rabbit.
She dressed in her usual plaid and faded jeans she always seemed to produce whenever they visited. She was wearing a large brimmed straw hat she burrowed from her mother, or one of her sisters. The gray furred doe was blinking at him with her paws on her hips as she stared down at the fox in the hammock.
“Relaxing before dinner,” Nick answered easily.
“You’re too big for the hammock.” Judy grinned out.
“Still comfortable.” Nick returned, turning back to the sky and closing his eyes again.
A moment passed, and nothing. The fox didn’t hear the rabbit moved away or anything. She simply sighed, Nick could tell she was shaking her head at him. Then he heard her feet in the grass, and the hammock dip slightly as she grabbed it.
Before he knew it, she was climbing on top of the hammock. Well mostly, onto Nick and a little on the hammock. Nick grinned as he felt her carefully climbed onto his torso, and straddle his waist a bit. The hammock was maybe sized for two rabbits to cuddle up into, but with a fox it left very little room for another party. She cuddled up under his chin easily and let out a content sigh.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Nick said with a light teasing tone. “What would your father say if he saw us?”
“Don’t break the hammock.” Judy returned with another content nuzzle into his chest. He could tell she had her eyes closed as she laid on him.
Nick grinned, opening his eyes and shifting to get a bit of look at the doe snuggled up against him. “That sounds way dirtier than it should.” He chuckled lightly. Lying a paw over the small of her back. “Especially come from a rabbit.”
“Nick.” Judy started simply. She paused, waiting for a response, when Nick gave her in a hum. “Shut up.”
And Nick did.
AN: Again, I don’t know. Let’s just always assume I don’t know!