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“The weather center’s storm advisory is still in effect. We have word that the storm may intensify by the time evening falls... Everyone is advised to stay in their homes. Power is down in various centers of the city, but the roads are dangerous. Do not try to leave your homes due to the power outage. The city assures us that they are working on repairing the lines, but it’s much more dangerous to attempt to drive-”

With a sudden click, the radio sound petered out. Skye looked over from the squat, block equipment box. Her ears were splayed atop her head, the white of their insides showing in alternating bursts from the caramel brown of their outer shading. Her cheeks were flushed with a chilled pink while she hugged Nick’s oversized sweatshirt down over her fingers and clutched at the blanket around her shoulders while she did so. The blanket, an old comforter they’d dug out of their extra stuff, dragged against the floor behind her like a train. For a second, she stared at the radio before she shifted her gaze to where Nick sat, buried beneath three layers of many blankets, all in different shades of blue and purple to add to the layered, galaxy theme they had their entire bedroom styled in.

“Sounds like we’ll be tucking in for a long, cold night...” Nick said, eyeing the girl from within his cocoon of warmth before she started shuffling over. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, shuffling within her blanket burrito with her tail swishing out behind her within the blanket, so that it seemed to jump and jolt like it’d trapped an animal and with his old sweatshirt spilling down over her frame and her hair loose and wild down over her shoulders. “You’ve got fur, I don’t. Come share!” He urged, lifting his blankets for a brief moment for the girl to wriggle down into the hold before he lowered the massive weight of the heating trapping layers.

The warmth of her body pressing into his chest instantly warmed the human some, then her legs tangled into his own with their bare fur rubbing into his naked skin. An actual wave of comfort seemed to wash over him. His arms writhed forward, circling around the red panda and pulling her in tight until her head actually notched beneath his chin. “Mmm... much better.”

Skye giggled once, licking his neck before writhing up and kissing his chin. “You just want me for my body heat! This is a scandal!”

Nick laughed, tickling at the girl’s sides where his fingers slide easily up her fured hips beneath the loose sweatshirt. He dragged her in closer, playfully rubbing himself into her warm, plush fur. “Yes! You’ve found me out! All this time I’ve just been planning in case of emergency! You’re merely a precaution! Mwahah!”

“Well good! You’re the same!” She paused, an ominous amount of time before she licked her lips and showed a brief flash of her sharp canines. “A girl’s gotta eat.”

Nick stiffened, lips pressing together into a line. “I see I lost that game...”

“Most certainly.”

“Now what?”

Nick though for a moment, glancing around the room to the mounted television, “Wanna Netflix and Chill?” He proposed, smirking at his cleverness given that they were literally chilling with all the heating off, but then it hit him. The heat was off because the power was out, giving that the television would not work. “Oh... Don’t even say anything!” He blurted, flushing faintly while Skye snickered at him.

But then, she leapt from the bed, releasing a burst of cold air into his fort of safe heat. She dove into the closet on the side of the room with her blanket train spilling around her and her tail lashing madly beneath it. For a moment, the only sounds in the room- without their voices of the gentle thrum and hum of the heating and other systems in the house completely still- was her rummaging in the closet.

“Yes!” Skye exploded back out of the closet with her arms clutched a pile of things to her chest. Nick could make out a box and several, slender journals, but it didn’t make sense to him until she’d clambered back into their cozy bed.

“1001 Dinner Conversation Questions, A Million Questions for your Best Friend. How Well Do You Know Them?, My Favorites, Your Favorites!....” Nick read off some of the covers, eyeing Skye’s face with a single raised brow.

“I’ve somehow just collected them over the years. You know, at the bookstore they seem so fun and interesting, but then you never sit down and open them? Well, now we can open them all!”

And so, they did. Starting with the tiny, squared off box of slips of questions, they began to go through all the questions to ask friends, family, couples, and strangers while they laid into each other sharing blankets and body heat.

“Are there any household chores you secretly enjoy? Which ones — and why?”

Skye gave a little giggle, “Oh yeah! I love doing dishes! Like, when there’s a bunch and the dishwasher is full and I have to fill the sink with bubbles and my hands get so warm and soapy...”

“Now! My turn to ask! “Are there any laws or social rules that completely baffle you?””

Nick pressed his lips together, pondering this while his fingers ran through the soft fur of Skye’s side. His fingertips parted through the lush fur easily, just gliding along that subtle curve of her form, idly. He was so calm, and then: “Any and all social justice movements are complete BS and should cease immediately. Thanks to social media, everyone with a Facebook account can play the part of a victim of any type of circumstance and then make it a national issue. So I guess people and social media baffle me.

Weed should be legalized, when though I don't smoke it. Prison systems should be reorganized depending on the severity of one's crimes.

I think, all in all, I'm mostly baffled by the extent of things people can get away with and things they can start these days, as well as being mortified by the fact that in today's world, you're essentially not allowed mess up at ALL. Because apparently in today's world, everything you've ever done sticks with you forever.

I'm also highly against censorship and organized religion. Though sometimes these two ideals of mine can clash, actually...” He stopped to take a sudden, long breath and Skye burst out laughing.

“Oh honey. Your passion has been duly noted.”

“And then, “Do you squeeze the toothpaste tube or roll it? What’s the advantage of your method?”

“Squeeze! But I push the paste up towards the top every few days and then roll the tube. You don’t get as much paste control with just rolling it!” Skye lit up with a sudden, strange passion on this topic, giggling when she realized so herself. Her laugh tittered out into the strangely quiet room, striking Nick with a sudden warmth once again- that didn’t come from the blankets or her body heat. “My turn. My turn! Who is the closest friend you’ve ever had? Describe that relationship.”

“Oh, well that’s easy... You haven’t met her, she lives a long ways away, but she’s the one who actually got me to ask you out in the first place... It’s like, actually, she created all of this with that. I don’t know if I would have done it without her pushing me.” Nick’s eyes met Skye’s. He stared into the warm pools of amber with a sudden, deep realization of how little could have changed to completely knock them from this course they were on. Without one friend, giving him that push? If she hadn’t been working? If her fiance had been nice? If he’d chickened out? If he’d had to work that day? What would it have taken for them to never have met at all? His arms tightened around the girl, nose suddenly nuzzling down into the soft downy fur of her neck. “You know, if amazes me what it might have taken for us to never have met.”

She hugged him back, her slender soft arms wrapped up around his neck while she kissed into his hair, but after a moment, she whispered. “What do you mean, dear? You’d rather not have met me?”

“No, no, no. I mean, how lucky I am that everything happened how it did... That this is the path we fell onto... I can’t imagine my life if I hadn’t.” He hugged her tighter, enjoying for a moment the sheer power of that realization, that the universe had worked out to give him this moment, this life. Then, gently, he murmured the next question so they could continue through the massive stack. He lifted it up, expecting something to magically match the new, more intense mood, but instead: “On a scale of 1 to 10, how well do you sing?”

“OOOOOOOHHHHH! This is how well I sing! It’s not very good, but I’m not ashamed! In fact, I sing all the tiiiiiiime!” Skye burst into song, forcing Nick to giggle despite himself at the glowing, amused expression on her face. Her eyes burned into his, the warm amber seeming to burble and soften as he looked. He found himself chuckling, just smiling at this girl. “God, I love you.”

“I’m glad to see you’ve found Jesus, Nick. It’s about damn time, you heathen.”

******

Over an hour, they worked their way through the tiny slips of paper stored in the box, questions ranging from silly to serious and back around again.

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“Who’s the biggest “pack rat” you know?”

“Uhm, two can of mountain dew and... a slice of pizza from last night.”

“Sorry! My turn! What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?

“I tell them about how I worship Satan.”

“Why not? He’d condone it. He’s Satan!”

“Are you condoning worship of any kind?”

“Heh.. Heh... Yes. Now, MY turn: What’s the worst tasting thing you’ve ever eaten?”

“When you came out of the bedroom the other night, before dinner. You’d been in the bathroom... I didn’t see you get ready, so when you came out in that-that dress, I just thought I was going to pass out because you looked so, damn, beautiful.”

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“My grandma! Total hoarder! She has an entire sewing room of STUFF that she just can’t throw away.”

“What food items did you eat so far today?”

“Nick! That is NOT healthy!”

“Roller coasters. Like, flying down the bend with my hands up and my hair crazy.... or killing things.”

“How do you get rid of pesky phone calls from telemarketers?”

“You really shouldn’t lie about that, I don’t think Satan would like you lying.”

“Not lying about worshiping him, it’s disrespectful.”

“Hey now! I am VERY serious and dedicated to the Nine Divines!”

“Rotten jared preserves. It was like hell in my mouth.”

“When was the last time your heart was in your throat? Describe the situation.”

“Smooth talker.”

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The questions all melded together into learning new things, hearing old stories, and reminiscing together. The question cube quickly bled into the following journals, taking them on an undulating sea of questions that were utterly innocent to one’s that forced them to think, to reveal themselves in the quiet, dim room.

All around them, Skye had lit candles once night had fallen. Scattered over the night table were squat, three-wick candles that smelled of marshmallows and salted caramel that Skye liked to burn to turn the whole house into a bakery and skinny, bland candles that merely looked pretty on the kitchen table and sometimes Skye carried around and pretended she was from an older time when people had to carry candles to pee at night, and tiny, tea light candles with scents from the bargain bin at Christmas that made their bedroom a snowy forest with thick pine trees and new ones that smelled of flowers, roses, and breezy cotton clothes on a laundry line. All together, they cast dancing lights onto the ceiling, adding to the galaxy painting with shifting, glittering stars while the scents blended into a strange concoction that smelled rather just like their home, mixing all the different rooms where candles burned separately into one.

As the first tea lights began to melt, Skye talked about her childhood.

“When I learned how to ride a bike- I was 12 or so, I think. I was really scared, so I learned late. My dad was the one who taught me, out in our big yard. It was really big and it had all these dips where water would catch and pool and make miniature lakes for us. But, when I learned to bike, I remember thinking I would fall into one of those or hit a tree. Instead, what happened was, when I got up on the bike. I was riding. I had just gotten to the point where my dad let go, and I glanced back at him to tell him I was going- I was biking! Then, my tail got caught into wheel and I tried to break and threw myself over top the handle bars- right into the puddle.”

With the second tea lights, the one’s who never been burned before tonight with fresh wax supplies to delve into, Nick talked about his life with a harsh, candid nature that felt like he’d been stripped bare.

“It just felt like I’d accomplished nothing. I mean, I finally got a ‘real’ job. A good enough job, a good job even, but I still can’t seem to move out. I still have to put up with so much shit from my parents. I mean, my age? I’m not supposed to be stuck here anymore.”

Skye held him tighter, she kissed his ear. “Think of how much you have done though... You got a job! A steady, good job in a time when no one can seem to. You finished writing your grand adventure, a whole story and now you’re working on more. Plus, you’re one of the best friends someone can have. Trust me, I know. I know you’re an honorary big brother to a little bear cub who thinks the world of you and loves to try and play Call of Duty with you. I know you’re an amazing editor who a little writer girl couldn’t get through her job without you beside her, encouraging and cleaning up the mess. I know you’re my best friend, and I love you and all that other shit, that doesn’t matter. Moving out is something that will come, being a good person? That’s something that just is and you got it. So, cheer up, love.”

As the stick, slender candles usually atop their dinner table dripped their wax, Skye told him about her crazy college years, when she’d been an adventurous lesbian more than she’d been the girl she was now who dressed up at every single convention she could get into and tried more late night dives that even the “Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives” show could manage too.

“It was a milkshake, but it was this tall and it had bacon all through it with a doughnut pushed through the straw and sprinkles ALL over and a piece of candied bacon just sticking out from the top. Suffice to say, I’m a ghost. It killed me.”

When at last, the light was dimming, they moved to the final question journal. Skye tipped it into the glow of the closest candle, trying to read it’s cover: “Couples Naughty Questions. Quarenteed to make you squee!”

“Oh, dibs on the first one.” Nick said without missing a beat, chuckling a bit as he leafed open the pages. His fingers worked passed the dedications and the cheesy introduction until he found the first, true page: “Would you rather be an occasional flasher and discreetly show off your body to an attractive neighbor, or a voyeur who peeps at a sexy neighbor when they’re undressing?”

Skye bit her lip, peeking up at Nick through the thin veil of her thick eyelashes while her cheeks blushed just beneath her eyes. This sudden shift to even a rather tame naughty question after they’d just opened up so much to each other. But, she didn’t hesitate in answering. “For sure the one showing off... I love the idea of someone catching or glimpsing or wanting...” Her breath gave a little hooking hiccup before she giggled. “I like showing off.”

“Okay, my turn... Would you rather come into the bedroom to find your girlfriend, that’s me! naked waiting on the bed or in elaborate lingerie?”

Nick paused, pursing his lips as a crowd of conflicting mental images flooded his mind. One one hand, Skye naked.... With her heavy breasts showing the little nubs of her soft nipples atop them and the pink folds of her sex, but on the other, with her curves cleverly hidden within a corset of lace and bows, lifting her breasts, lengthening the reveal process. He bit at his lip, “I’d pick naked, BUT lying on your stomach-” He touched down the length of her smooth stomach, petting along the soft, downy fur. “Showing just enough cleavage, but no nipples. Then, with your tail-” It flicked at being mentioned, dancing eagerly. “Hiding your rump so that I still get the rush of seeing it all revealed to me...”

“I think that answer counts as cheating...” Skye murmured, letting her own fingers start to dance and play down the human’s front. Her fingertips, with the light layer of fur padded around the tiny tip of her claw that played out, tickled at his skin. Her lips lightly found his neck with soft, fluttering kiss before she worked to his ear. “I think... you should be careful not to toe that line, my love.”

“Why? What’s going to happen to me?” Nick asked, feeling the flirtatious glint enter into the red panda’s tone as she whispered into his ear. He could feel her fingers, wandering down towards his bare hip where she pet and tickled at the skin just above his waistline, dipping beneath occasionally with fleeting, faint grazing touches.

Across the room, the radio gave a faint crackle as it voiced it intent to update them on the storm conditions, but neither of the pair in the bed even flinched towards it. Instead, their eyes stayed locked onto one another.

“The City has issued an update. The storm is not abetting, but the winds have slowed. Snow is expected to fall heavily as night falls, but without the winds, the power lines may be able to be temporarily repaired within a few hours. Stay tuned for more weather emergency updates as this storm continues.”

They didn’t even register that they’d heard the update, instead, their breath came in slow, concentrated puffs into the chilled bedroom’s air space. Beneath the blanket, fingers made agonizingly slow journey over each other’s form. Trapped beneath the covers with time stretched out into an endless path as it does when people have to wait for something without a set end stamp, instead of rushing together when the mood struck, they melted slowly beneath one another’s touch.

Skye’s fingertips touched so lightly to Nick’s skin that it felt like the mere movement of air over his skin. She drew a heart over his chest, tracing out letters slowly so that he could feel them forming and build her message in his head. “I” wrote her pointer, the warmth of her touch sending zipping excitement down his spine.

“L-” Her lips joined in with her fingers. While her nail traced on his skin, gently pressing in so it just tickled at the sensitive flesh. Her soft, warm lips pressed into his neck with a tender kiss. He could feel the shape, the heat of her lips press in. Then, the gentle tickle of her fur against his own bare flesh. The soft, whoosh of her breath out through her nose caressed down his throat. His eyes sunk closed, letting all his focus feel that kiss, that one gentle, wonderful kiss while her fingers stroked his chest so slow and gentle, like they had forever together.

“-O-” Her pinky traced the letter fast, right around his own nipple with a zippy motion of it flicking away from his skin. When she did, she giggled faintly. He could feel the vibration of her lips, her mouth on his flesh. Nick felt the warmth of her breath before he felt the little, pinching zip shoot through him from her teeth nipping at his earlobe, teasing the sensitive spot while her hand stroked down. All five fingers flowed down the middle of his chest before the pointer stood tall, tracing again.

“-V-” Her finger dipped dangerously low, moving all the way down the length of his stomach so she dipped beneath the line of his waist and grazed just above his groin. Her hot touch, zipping down towards his crotch had him twitching, excitedly hardening into her thigh where he pressed, but then her finger jolted away to draw the other side and need blossomed.

“-E-” The E came in a swirling motion, lightly rolling her touch over his hip so that it tickled and made him squirm his growing member into the warmth of her thigh. The tip poked into her stomach, dragged and nudged to her own lower lips. He felt the intense heat washing out from inside her, tempting him.

Then, her eyes found his. That warm, caramel shade that always seemed to just welcome him and then drown him inside their sweetness. Her lips parted, freezing a moment between them before she whispered, “you” and kissed him, long and tender.

“We’ve officially reached a record amount of snow-” The radio fell of deaf ears, lost to the chest rush of breathing out through noses and the short, smacking sound effects of needy, building kisses. Skye’s fingers dragged back up Nick’s sides and towards his neck. One cupped his face while the other pulled his head down towards her. She drank him up with her kisses, fed him with the sweet sugary flavor of his mouth. Her hair tangled around his own fingers, so silken and soft as it flowed back from her head, spilling into his palm when he held her closer.

Skye lifts her leg, guiding her hot sex against him. She grinds her warmth against him, tempting his throbbing, impatient length with the offer of her pressed against him. With every kiss, each stroke of her tongue licking against his own, tasting over his teeth within his jaws, her leg is bending and pulling her in against him harder until the male groans. One hands dropped down and pushed her hips into place, letting him guide his member up to the door of her sex. She parted easily, slippery wetness smearing over his groin as he pushed into her.

Their kiss broke at the last second, letting Skye look up to catch Nick’s eyes drinking her in as he pushed inside. The warmth immediately hugged him while Skye’s eyes flickered and her mouth dropped open in a moan. Then, his mouth dropped back over her, tying them together with a kiss.

“The storm has intensified. The temperature, with nightfall, is now getting much colder. Citizens are encouraged to do anything they can to keep themselves a comfortable temperature. We recommend sharing the bed tonight! Pile all the blankets together and sleep close to share heat!” The radio announcer crackled out her advice, unaware how much it was being followed in the quiet apartment.

The pair in the bed, hidden beneath a massive pile of blankets, fell together almost silently. Moans and mewls were muffled into the hot, needy kisses locked between them. They clutched to one another, hugging deeply. Skye’s insides, the textured walls of her sex, clamped tight around him, massaging him with her own tensing, and alternating waves of need and arousal.

Skye’s lips broke from the kiss. She spattered fleeting, soft kisses up his neck. “I love you, Nick.” She breathed in a hot breath, whisking out the caress of her own wind over his throat. “You feel perfect inside of me. We fit together... perfectly.” She clutched him tighter suddenly, her breath hitching as she clenched tighter and ground her hips into him. She rolled them slightly so that her hips worked him inside of her with impatient, powerful, but slow rolling of her body. “Sex with you, Talos! Is fucking amazing, because I love you.”

Her voice softened, quiet than before so that it was a mere whisper even right against his ear. “Every love song reminds me of you, every day feels new, exciting. I can’t wait to wake up now. I never want to sleep, because being awake with you is better. You give me peace.” Her breath hitched, her body shuddering. “You give me passion.”

“You’ve made a snow storm the best day of my life on record. Tomorrow will win though the second it starts. You make me laugh. You make me smile. You make the short time we all get so amazing..” She gasped out a little moan, clutching him. Her eyes found his, those laughing and glittering eyes and then she kissed him.

She kissed him instead of telling him more. She kissed him to recite all the poetry that he reminded her of. She kissed him to hum the love songs he now was in. She kissed him to say, “You’re the best things that’s ever happened to me.” She kissed him to say everything she wasn’t going to say aloud. She just kissed him.

And he kissed back.

For a long minute, they just kissed. Their hips continued to rock and grind into each other, but their lovemaking was on a different scale entirely now. They were bonded and locked into one another, in sync. When the kiss finally broke with gasping breath, Skye focused herself on working her hips against him. Nick felt her squeezing and working his cock.

“God, I want you.” Skye’s voice broke with a sudden moan. Her body was clenching on him tighter than ever before. She quivered on top of him, like a leaf caught in the wind extended way at the edge of its branch. Nick gripped her arms, rolling her own so her back pressed into the bed. He looked down, watching the way his sweatshirt spilled over her body, loose and shifting constantly. He loved how she turned him on, made him sit at the edge quivering and ready to burst even without him seeing her. Merely feeling her in the flickering, dying light of a single, remaining candle.

He pushed into her, hard and slow so that he rocked deep into her sex. A moan, rich and full, bloomed out from the girl as her muzzle parted and fell back. Her hair, a mess of static and tangles, splayed out all around her in its vibrant red that caught at the yellow candle light and glittered beneath him. She cried out, clutching for him. “God, Nick. I want you inside of me, this deep. I want you to cum. I want to feel you- C-cum inside of me.” She moaned again, struggling to get out the words. She shook so hard her breasts jostled inside the top, the soft underside of one breast peeking out of the shifting shirt.

“Cum for me- with me. Cum with me, Nick! Please!” He could feel her clenching now, tighter and tighter. Nick grunted once, moaning with her when he felt her body start its spasming contractions as her orgasm broke over her.

They came together, writhing and crying out within their mound of blankets. Nick exploded inside her, spraying and painting her insides with thick ropes of white while Skye leaked the wetness out over their laps, into the bed and covers. They didn’t say a word as they rode through it, merely collapsed together, moaning and whimpering happilly.

When Skye had finished, catching her short breath with a little giggle, she grabbed onto Nick’s cheek. Gently, kissing his lips, she nuzzled her cheek into his. Her lips parted to say something, but then darkness engulfed them with a sputter. Only the small red point of the final candles wick showed in the room.

“Oh shit.”

Skye shifted, rolling off onto unsteady feet. For a moment, her knees prevented her from walking, keeping her slumped back onto Nick’s side until she recovered and dove beneath the bed on another search mission this time without any light to help.

Finally resurfacing, she plopped three small tins and one massive glass jar onto the bed side table. Lighting them, Nick saw their sides in the flickering light of orange and yellow. “Melting Massage Oil Candles?”

Skye blushed, giggling. “They’re the only candles we have left!”

“Mmm... guess we have no choice then...”

“Are you out of steam already?” Skye whispered, giggling.

“For you, never~”

******

“Ooooh! Right there! Right there!” Skye’s back arched hard against the bed. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat, making her squeak and cough madly as she tried to squeal out the sudden, building pressure in her groin.

Nick felt her hands in his hair, clutching and scratching madly at him as his tongue ached. He could feel the girl, around his finger, clenching on the verge of orgasm where she’d been teetering for nearly two minutes without success, but now he could feel her starting to tip over the edge.

“Nick! Nick! Eeeeeee!” She shrieked into the sky, half begging him to stop and demanding that he continue until her body was finally over the edge and a pure howl escaped her muzzle. The sound represented a more tangible form of the pleasure that slammed into her body, coursing through her as she finally was able to cum.

Nick worked her throat the orgasm, working it out to its final seconds with his aching, tired tongue before his head popped up from the blankets with his hair madly mussed and a dopey grin over his face. “About damn time, woman!”

She merely purred, draping herself over his chest. “You’re magical.” She mewled, resting her cheek against his chest until she spotted the smallest of the candles had melted into at least half liquid. “Mmm, your turn for some love!”

She sat up, rubbing her paws down into Nick’s chest as he laid back into the pillows, relaxing while he simply enjoyed the sight of the girl getting comfortable on top of him. She sat over his lap, gently nudging his shaft to sit pressed in between her two, furry thighs and rub between her lower lips while she leaned to get the candle and skim over the instructions on its side out of curiosity and a tad of worry at burning the human some how. While she read, Nick eyes the warmth of the blush in her cheeks and down her chest, barely visible beneath the thick fur there, but he’d been with her enough to catch it where the fur was thinner and it seemed to glow through. Her hair, usually so silky and smooth, was insanely tangled and messy around her head from her writhing and thrashing against the pillow moments before.

“You look like a lingerie model made to look like you’ve been rolling in bed all day...” Nick murmured, chuckling, but Skye only smirked: “Oh? Really? Do I now?” She waited a second, laughing at him before she added, “What a shocker given that’s exactly what I’ve been doing!”

Then, Nick’s joking faded away as he felt the warm, heavenly warm drizzle of the heated massage oil down his chest. Instead of being too hot, it merely felt perfect especially with the contrast of the cold room. Skye painted it in swirls over his chest before setting the candle back and lowering her hands. Gently, she started to massage and rub the oil over his chest. He sighed out a long, happy noise at the careful motions of her fingers. Slowly, she worked from his chest to his shoulders, shifting and rolling him until the human felt like he verged on dying of happiness of merely falling asleep. His eyes were shut as Skye worked out the faint knots in his legs from their usual job of standing all day at GameStop, but then he felt the sudden heat around something else entirely.

His eyes popped open wide, bulging from his head at the sight of the red panda with her lips engulfed around his cock, suckling at him while her fingers kneaded on his thighs, still slick with the oil. Her tongue worked up his length, swirling and tracing up his length before her head started to bob, fast.

A moan burst from his lips before he grabbed for her ears, gently cupping her head as she worked him off with her massaging, suckling lips. Without pause, she slurped and licked down his entire length and then bobbed right back up to kiss at the tip and repeat. The surprise of it and then her tireless repetition had Nick hovering at the edge all too fast, but instead of finishing him off, Skye waited until she felt him twitching, throbbing at the edge and she pulled back.

With a smirk, she lifted herself and dropped over his cock so that his needy, edging shaft was clenched with her hot honey pot. Then, she started to ride him hard. If their sex before had been hard and slow, sensual. Now, Skye intended to ride his brains out. Her hips worked hard and with surprising power to rock him inside her. Her fingers clutched back onto his legs, lettting her buck herself slightly forward to work her over him in the bouncing riding motion.

Her moans quickly began to echo and fill the room while her shadow danced on the wall, making pornographic shadow puppets while Nick’s head spilled back into the pillow. Her noise and the creaking of the bed covered all other noise, including the familiar crackle of the ignored radio on the opposite side of the room: “Good new finally! The power lines have been temporarily re-stood and placed with basic structure supports. They are not permanent, but heat will be returning to certain neighborhoods within the hour. It’s still snowing, but now we’ll all be able to at least enjoy some Netflix during this chill, am I right?”

“Oh! Fuck! Skye!” Nick’s eyes popped open, realizing the sudden closeness of his own orgasm as Skye clamped down on him. Her sex was milking him shamelessly, making him writhe and cry into the air while she hovered at the edge.

“Touch me, Nick! C-clit!” She cried, grabbing for his hand and forcing his thumb to the sensitive buzzer of her clit, already tormented by his tonque earlier. That touch quickly gave her the push she needed to be crying out atop his lap, writhing more than bouncing anymore as they both hovered, teetered at the edge...

Then, together, they fell.

“Ooooohhhh!

“Mother of-”

“Nick!”

Behind their voices, hidden by their passionate squealings, the heater gave a solid thunk and began to quickly pump its warmed air back into the room at full blast to counteract the temperature it was registering for the arctic bedroom.

While they rode out their orgasms and collapsed together, Skye spilled over Nick’s chest like a furry blanket, the heat poured back into all the apartments so that heat quickly rose all around them to balance out the cold at last, ending the true crisis of the snow storm. There was silence in the room except for their breathing and the rumbling heater until Nick, holding on the red panda with a feeble moan mumbled, “That was so much better than Netflix...”

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