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Day 2: Storm

"Uhm..." She licked her lips as she licked her lips, looking for the right words to say. "I'm Valentine. What's your name?"

It took a moment for his brain to kick itself into gear, for a good long moment he was like a feral deer caught in headlights of a car. "Uh... Yeah... It's Yahto. Yahto-Ashwin."

"Hi Yahto," She said with a sweet voice, though he could hear a touch of nervousness there too. "Uhm... Do you think...? Could you... Ummm..." She gestured towards him. It took a few seconds before the realization that she was pointing at him sank in.

"Hm?" He glanced down instinctively. He was standing naked in front of her!

"SHIT!" the curse flew from his lips as the large towel that was around his head was quickly relocated to being wrapped around his hips. "Sorry..." He apologized sheepishly.

"It happens. Do you think...?"

The water around her sloshed as she moved around in the tub and before she could finish, he unintentionally interrupted her. "Hm? Oh. Yeah... I'll just..." He kept his eyes down to the floor as he stumbled backwards to the door.

"Wait." His eyes looked up at her. She was sitting up, more of her wet fur was exposed. He could see the little heart shape patterns that was on her chest and her c-cup breast even though her arm was covering her naughty bits still. She bit her lip before she spoke, "Could you, uhm, grab me another towel before you go, please? Since you're, er, wearing the one I was planning on using?"

"Oh?" He looked down sheepishly again at the towel he was wearing. "Uhm... One sec." He grabbed another towel from the linen cabinet and put it where he had grabbed his.

"I'll just be..."

"Yeah..." the both said in unison as he stumbled out the bathroom door.

He closed the door and stared at the wood as what just happen sunk in... "Oh my god... Did that really happened...? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." His hands cupped his cheeks as he replayed the situation back in his head. How in the hell did he miss her? Talk about getting caught with his pants down. Now his wet cloths was in with her and the only thing he had on was the towel around his...

"Uhm..." Valentine's meek voice came from the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. "Yahto?"

"Err." Her voice brought him back to reality. "Yes?"

"Do you think you could find me a robe or something to wear?"

"Wear...?" He could of slapped himself for repeating her. "Uh, yeah sure. Just give me a moment."

"Thank you." The door made a click as it was shut again.

'Oh boy...' He thought to himself as he started walk over to the bedroom, stumbling over the towel that had drop to his feet. 'God what a day this is turning out to be. She'll probably accuse me of something and kick me out, and I'll have to ride the rest of this damn storm in my car. So much for first impressions...'

He stopped and collected his thoughts inside the bedroom, 'First things first. Something for me so I'm not just in the fur...' He started to pull the dresser drawers open, looking for something for himself. He ended up putting on a grey muscle shirt and a pair of dark sweatpants that both were a few sizes too big, but not something that a pull string couldn't fix. Now for Valentine.

"Is everything ok?" He heard her ask from the bathroom.

"Yes." He spoke up. He spied a bathrobe in the closet and grabbed it off the hanger. He walked around to the bathroom and tapped on the door. "Sorry I took so long." He said as he pushed the door open a little further to allow his arm that was holding the robe in.

He felt her gab the robe and he pulled his arm out, letting her shut the door. He started to walk away from the door, when he heard it open back up. He looked back and got his second look at her, this time in the bathrobe. The thing was really too big for her, she had to hug it to her small frame in order to keep it on.

He didn't realize he was staring at her till she spoke. "Is something a matter?"

"Hm? Oh!" He looked away sheepishly, certain that his face was almost a bright red under his facial fur. "Sorry..." He stepped deeper into the kitchen aria. "Would you mind if I fix us something to eat?"

"Some food does sound wonderful right now." She responded. "But, why ask me? This is your place. Right?"

Yahto looked at her dumbfounded. "My place? I thought it was yours."

Valentine looked at him with her own stunned look on her face. "But..." she started to stutter reflexively pointing around. "But... Uh... But..."

"Uhm... Valentine," He pointed at her, drawing her attention to the robe that was starting to slip off her shoulders.

"Shit!" She wrapped her arms tight around herself again, forcing the robe back on her shoulders.

He tried to stifle a chuckle. "Might want to check the bedroom for something you could wear, at least till the storm lets up enough to go out and wash our own cloths." He pointed her in the direction and she quickly disappeared through the door, shutting it as soon as she was in.

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he set himself to his task. Thankfully he knew where things were because of his earlier explorations, so grabbing the can of stew and opening it wasn't hard. The hard part was keeping the sweatpants from falling down to his knees. They were made for humans, not for any type of Anthro Hybrids as him and Valentine was generalized as. As it was, it felt like he had to stop every 10 seconds to keep them pulled up cause his tail prevented them from being pulled up to where he'd like them to be. After the 6th time, he finally stopped what he was doing and pulled them up, tucking his tail into a pant leg. Now unhampered by the sweatpants, he returned to preparing the stew.

Humming to himself, he barely noticed when Valentine came out. She just stood and watched him for a bit before she couldn't help but to let out a cute chuckle. He looked back at her and smiled as he put a lid on the pot to let it simmer. She had managed to find a white, short sleeve t-shirt that drooped past her waist, almost to her knees along with her own pair of light grey sweatpants. Her uniquely long fluffy tail swish behind her. At least unique for any kind of canine he had ever seen.

"Lunch, well, supper will be ready in 20 minutes or there about..." He stop when he noticed that she was still smirking and giggling at him. "What?"

"Well... How should I put this?" She giggled. "Is that a tail in your pants or are you happy to see me?"

He looked down at his leg, he didn't even think anything of it at first. Then he realized that his tail was waging in the open space of his pant leg, and with his back turned towards her...

"Oh... Ha. Ha. Ha..." He laughed sarcastically, she couldn't hold back a laugh then. "What was I supposed to of done? I was looking for something for you, remember? It's not like I had a lot of time like you to find something to wear." He instantly regretted saying it because it sounded crueler than he intended

One of her heart shape ears twitched and her expression changed to a more apologetic look. "Sorry..." She said softly, eyes looking at the wood floor.

His own ear folded back as he thought 'Oh man...' He felt guilty and wanted to kick himself in the ass. "Hey..." He said softly as he walked up to her. He placed his paws on her shoulder. "Listen, I'm sorry. That came out harsher than I actually intended." He let out a soft sigh as he gave her shoulders a soft rub. "We are probably going to be stranded together till this storm is over and the snow can melt enough to let us out. So let's try and make the best of things ok?" She nodded still looking at the floor before her gaze raised to meet his, a small smile back on her face. He returned her smile with one of his own "That's better" He said softly.

She tapped a finger on his nose. "Boop." They let both let out a chuckle. He turned back and went back to the stew to stir it when she spoke up again. "That can't be too comfortable."

"Hm?"

"Your tail, in your pant leg."

"Hm? Oh." He looked back at his leg, the bulge from his tail was going side to side like a pendulum in a grandfather's clock. He shrugged. "Eh, yeah, it's not the most comfortable felling, but it's better than stopping every few seconds to pull up these pants."

"Yeah" She nodded in thought for a second. "I kind a figured." She walked behind him and kneeled. "Hold still for a second."

"What are you...?" He heard a sound that could only be a pair of clippers. "Hey! WAIT!"

"Hold... Still!" She pushed his hips against the counter top and left her elbow against his back as she started to feel his behind. He could feel her pull at the fabric and hear the tail-tale snip-snip of the scissors she cut a cross incision in the fabric for his tail. "There," she said as she sat the scissors off to the side and started to do something else with the pants. "And, almost..." he felt the fabric being pulled again and the light snip of the clippers. "Done." She said triumphantly. She stood back up and let him go. "Not the best job in the world, but it should be good for a while."

He felt where she had cut into the fabric, feeling the cuts and threads that she added to keep the material from ripping out. He gave a sigh. "You know, these cloths aren't ours, they're somebody else?"

"Sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness that to ask for permission."

He let out another sigh. "Thank you."

"Welcome." She smiled and walked away.

He checked and stirred the stew again. Turning the burner down, he walked over to the bathroom. "When I get out it should be ready."

"Okay."

He closed the door and pulled the sweatpants off to look at her handy work. He couldn't help but marvel at it. To his eye, it was as good if not better than some of the store bought stitching. Aside from the fact that the red thread stood out from the dark colors. Putting them back on was still a little bit of a chore, but so was most clothing for hybrids.

He came out and found the table set with Valentine sitting patiently waiting for him. She smiled when she spotted him. He nodded and smiled in a silent thank you as he went to the stove and, after turning the burner off, brought the pot over. "What would you like to drink?"

"Hmmm, do we have any chocolate milk?"

Yahto went to the fridge and open the door. After a few seconds of looking he looked back at her. "Afraid not, we do have regular milk, but no chocolate syrup."

He could hear the disappointment in her voice. "Oh... Okay. Maybe a bottle of water then."

"Hmm" He went closed the door and went to a cupboard and started to rummage through it till he pulled out a box.

"What are you doing?"

He grabbed two mugs and heated up some water. "We might not have chocolate syrup, but..." He turned around and showed her the package he was fidgeting with. "We do at least have coca to make some hot coca."

Her eyes lit up. "Oooooh! Yes, please." He smiled as he finish and brought her the drinks. She took it and took a long slow sip. "Mmmm, delicious"

"And now, the main course." He pulled the lid off and allowed the steam to escape.

Valentine looked at the contents, wrinkling her nose. "Uh... what is it? I thought we were having stew?"

"We are," Yahto responded as he stirred the stew with a ladle. "It's a special kind of stew." He grasped her bowl and pored two scoops in, making sure that there was both stew and what could only be described as a lump of dough. "Try it."

She poked the dough ball with her spoon. It was soft and squishy as she prodded it with uncertainty. Her nose wrinkled as she looked across the table at him. He had already served himself and was sitting across from her watching her every reaction. She pushed through the outer layer and exposed the more familiar bread like appearance on the inside. Scooping out a little bit with some stew, she brought it up and hesitantly took a bite. Valentine's sour expression slowly started to melt as she savored the tiny spoon full.

"Good?"

She took a larger bite before she answered. "Yes, very." Taking another spoon full, she asked "What is it?"

"Beef Stew and dumplings."

"Dumplings?" she poked the cooked dough. "I thought they were filled with fruit."

Yahto ate a mouthful before he answered, "Some are. But these however, have more in common with biscuits."

"Oh." She nodded to herself and continued to enjoy the meal.

They both went on eating the stew, even having a second helping. When they were done, Yahto located a smaller container which he poured the remaining stew into and sealed it up, putting it in the fridge for another time as Valentine place the soiled dishes in the sink. He walked over to the radio and turned the power on before going back to the sink and started to wash the dishes. Valentine came and stood next to him, helping him by pulling each dish out of the rinse water that he placed in there and putting them in a strainer. He couldn't help but to smile as she hum and swing her hips to the music on the radio.

When they were done, she excused herself and went into the bathroom. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he wasn't sure where it was coming from. The aroma of a rose perfume was fresh in the air, along with another underlining sent that his nose was picking up. The sent was still lite in the air, but it seem a little stronger than before. It was irking him to the point that he wanted to do something, but what? He shook his head and sighed, trying his best to put it out of his mind.

The day had flew by barely without notice and the sun had went down not too long ago as he needed to turn on a lamp in the living aria. He let out a sigh as he looked out the window. The light did nothing to cut through the blackness of the night and the only indication of the falling snow was the snow that got close enough to reflect the light and congregate on the window sills. The wind creaked and groan as the wind battered at the cabin. He could only imagine how the trees might be swaying out in the woods.

His attention shifted along the wall to the corner book shelf. Browsing the selection of maybe 50 or so books. He lazily glanced through the titles, finding different types of books from hunting guides, nature watching and identifications to different novels like Island of the Blue Dolphin, Battlefield Earth and even JRR Token's Hobbit and Lord of the Ring's series. His brow perked when he spotted the title of one book and opened it so he could read the book's description.

"What 'cha reading?" Valentine asked, walking over to stand by him.

"Let's see..." He closed the book and flipped it so it was facing away from her. "50 fool proof ways to get laid."

"Oh... Ha... Ha... Ha..." She mocked. "What is it really?"

"I think I've heard of it, but only in passing, 'Fifty Shades of Tan." He held the book so she could see the cover.

"OHHH!" She exclaimed "I've heard of it too. About a lovely island otter girl who goes on a world tour and have a variety of erotic adventures in the process. I've been wanting to read it for a long time but never had the chance." She went to grab it and Yahto moved it so it was out of her reach. "Hey!"

"I don't know," he said with a grin as he pretended to look at the back, watching her reactions. "This says it's for adults only, 18 years or older." He used his height again as he moved the book out of her reach again. "Are you 18 years or older?"

"Yes I am."

"How would I know," He picked. "You could be 16 as far as I know."

"I will have you know that I AM OVER 21, since September 16thtwo YEARS ago!"

"Well Happy Birthday then." Yahto said as he walked around the coffee table and sat down, opening the book to the first page.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up at her quizzically "What does it look like? I'm reading."

She puffed out her cheeks. "But I want to read it."

"Oh well, I spotted it first."

She let out a low growl. "But there are other book."

"None that I currently want to read." He sighed. "If you want to read it, then sit next to me and read it"

"Fine." She said, letting out a huff as she flopped on the couch next to him. He position the book so they both could read it.

It was kind of irritating at first, as Yahto seem to be a faster reader than Valentine. By the end of the first chapter, however, they had gotten into a decent rhythm with each other. She had slowly picked up speed reading the pages and he'd wait for a few seconds before turning the pages. By the end of the 3rd chapter, she had snuggled up against his arm and was using it as a pillow. He didn't mind. Kind of felt good.

It was around eleven when he noticed the time. He looked over at Valentine and let out a light chuckle. She had nodded off and was using his arm as a pillow, her own arms gently wrapped around his as she snuggled it. He put the book down lightly and tried to delicately unlace his arm from hers. She let out a soft moan as he moved, shifting to another position to try and get resituated. He let her down gradually as he slid off the couch.

He walked around to the bedroom to turn down the blankets before he returned to Valentine. He did his best to pick her up without disturbing her too much. Her response to him moving her was her nuzzling into his shoulder as he carried her around the wall to the bedroom. She let out a groan as he sat her down and immediately wrapped herself in the blankets when he pulled them over her body.

After filling the pellet stove, he grabbed the blanket he used last night and rapped himself up as he finished the chapter he was on. He yawned as he finished and put the book down. He reached over and turned the light off. Somehow, there was enough ambient light as he could see the flakes reflect out in the pitched darkness. He laid there watching the blowing snow outside for a little while, his mind wandering as glittering the flakes hit the window. His thought shifted to his SUV and the angel pendent. "Good night buddy. Try and stay warm." He whispered into the night as he drifted off.