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“What are we doing for Valentine's Day? Do we have plans yet? Are we making plans? Do you have a surprise?" Nick called out from the game room before Skye appeared in the doorway again. Her eyes hit him sharply before he looked down at the rest of her. She wore her favorite little shorts, that clung to her tight bottom before her loose t-shirt spilled down onto her thighs, today featuring a massive pizza of cartoon pizza with the slogan: “You've stolen a pizza my heart." Nick had found it on the way home from Gamestop the day before in the flood of Valentine's merchandise and they now, accordingly, had planned a massive pizza feast. Which is why, right then, Skye hefted four separate pizza boxes up above her head and gave a battle call.

“I don't know! I thought we were killing things right now!" She dropped the pizza boxes onto the floor in between their chairs. “But, eh. It's the third year. Maybe we can just... spend the day together? Laze it out?"

Nick shrugged, silently agreeing before they fell into the easy rhythm of gaming together. The pizza boxes slowly emptied and the night bled on until they finally, begrudgingly fell into bed together, stuffed and satisfied.

******

“Foolish man-" The sound suddenly flickered and Skye shifted, adjusting the camera she'd set up in the gaming room and glancing once at the computer's screen flashing 3:04 am. She sat in front of the frame of the camera, with it's red recording light flickering patiently.

“He thinks we're doing nothing special for Valentine's Day, but! That's a huge lie! The thing is, I feel, that all long term couples lose their spark for doing crazy things for each other. It's crazy though! I don't want to ever stop spoiling him! So, instead of doing nothing, I'm going to try and do everything!" She clapped her hands, exhaling a long breath. “Tomorrow I convinced the on duty manager to call him into work, but not me and that's when I'm going to get to work. There's a lot of prep to do... a lot! But, then, I've convinced our apartment neighbor to let me store everything there overnight, then tomorrow, Nick's going to sleep in nice and late and I'll release my explosion onto the house..."

She smirked. “It's going to be awesome!"

******

“Nick! Phone's ringing!"

Nick groaned, moving off of the coach and discarding the Playstation controller with a grunt and plucking up the shrieking cell phone instead.

“Hello?"

“Oh. You need me?"

“Oh okay. Yeah, I guess. I can come in for a few hours."

Nick hung up the phone with a sharp click, turning to Skye in the kitchen who peeked her head out. “Gamestop?"

“Mhm. They need me apparently three sales people called in sick. Will you be okay for the day?"

“Oh yeah, baby! You know me. I gotta play ARK sometime when you're not around to play with anyways since you're lame."

“I'm not lame! It's just not my thing!"

“Uh huh, uh huh!" Skye laughed, stepping forward to bestow a kiss before she watched her boyfriend slip through the door. The second it latched, she fell into action.

******

“Hello? Is this recording? I think it is..." Skye jostled in her seat, her head bobbing down into frame jerkily. “It's been... four hours since he left for Gamestop. He's probably going to be coming home in another two or three. I told them to keep him as late as they can, which he'll probably just close then and I'll get another four or five. Then, hopefully, they'll be traffic."

Skye paused, swallowing before she shrugged. “Anyways, so far I have about 80% of the panels done." The camera swung up through the air, shifting out of the game room and into the main room where Skye had laid out hundreds of polaroid photos. Each was was attached to a string that was stretched and measured. A few still showed the picture side, glimpses of the pair of them working together, posing in front of monuments in town, skiing in an explosion of white powder. The rest though showed their backs which were covered in Skye's loose, loopey handwriting in black marker.

“Every single picture of us together, except for repeating events, from all our dates, adventures, and days together in the past three years. Each one has the story of that event or day on the back." Skye chuckled off camera before her wrist wiggled into the shot, flashing her hand and fingernails. “My wrist hurts like a bitch. It's worse than the first night Call of Duty Black Ops came out and I played until noon the next day and got that cramp."

“Now I just have to finish with these last ones and get them stored till the morning. Then, everything else has to get prepared." Ske showed on screen, flashing a grimacing face before she stuck out her tongue and laughed. “I have breakfast planned that will, frankly, blow your mind, babe." She winked at the camera. “For now, back to work!"

Then, footage played with the faint strains of music in the background: “Love is the answer. At least for most of the questions in my heart. Like: "Why are we here?", "And where do we go?", "And how come it's so hard?". It's not always easy, And sometimes life can be deceiving I'll tell you one thing: It's always better when we're together"

The camera tracked, fast forwarded, as Skye splayed out on the floor as she slowly started to scribble out again on the back of the polaroid. Each piece had her scratching at her chin, giggling to herself, and visually her nostalgia could be seen on her face.

Then, she moved extra fast to scoop up all the polaroids and carefully lay them into a box. Then, the kitchen jumped into frame. Then, slowly, even in the fast forwarded footage, Skye began to rush through the kitchen. She was mixing batter, blending frosting, and baking. What she made precisely, didn't come into frame, just the footage of her rushing. Her re-arranging pans in the oven, packaging and hiding things into her box to go to the neighbors until she was elbow deep into the soapy water of the sink, cleaning up all her work.

“Well! Time to hide this!" Skye shouted at the camera before she ran off and the footage stopped.

******

“Mmm... think it's time for bed?" Nick groaned, pulling back his headphones as Skye pumped one fist in the air as the television flashed her victory with exactly one headshot more than her opponent across the couch.

“You're just pouty because I owned your ass!"

“Yeah yeah, and I'm tired! I did work today!"

“Oh right! I just sat around the house all day long!"

******

“Yawwnnn!" Skye's head, hair frizzy and crazy flew onto the screen. “Well, it's currently-" She glanced away, checking the clock off frame. “3:23 am."

“First, I'm going to set everything up, then I'm going to get myself ready. Thankfully, I don't think Nicky will be waking up anytime soon-" She waggled a bottle of a dark liquid before letting the camera focus in on the label “Z-quil: a non-addictive sleep aid"

“Just slipped a bit into the glass of water he had in the middle of the night. Thank goodness I got him to wake up and drink it. It took a lot of whining about my own sore throat before he got sympathy pain and took a drink!"

“Anyways! Lots to do!"

Then, the footage tracked as Skye burst into the front door with the packed boxes and one, by one, the polaroids were hung from their long strings so they dangled down at varying lengths to fill the room with swiveling, suspended memories. Miniature, hanging heart balloons were added to build more color throughout the room, then a few sparse banners of hearts and Mr and Mrs. Pacman kissing in the center before the kitchen swam back into view. Skye set a massive pan onto the store, hurriedly laying out strips of bacon into the depth of the pan and out of view.

Over a cutting board, she used a heart-shaped cookie cutter laboriously on dozens of strawberries and watermelon slices, building adorable patterned skewers. At the same time, something was cooking in the oven that she'd prepared and poured into small pans so quickly, it wasn't clear on the sped forward film.

Another pan hit the oven. Batter poured onto the frying pan, bacon flipped. She painted flavoring onto the meat. She adjusted serving platters all in heart shapes. Racing into the dining space, she laid out a pink table cloth before pouring heart confetti and rose petals over it's surface. A centerpiece of flickering candles sat in the middle, the largest reading “Tru Wuv" from a small shop they'd stumbled on in a visit over the year and couldn't say no to! The rest had little scent, just their varying complex sizes from tall and slender to small dishes of dancing fire.

In between bursts of checking the pans and oven, Skye raced in and out of the frame as she raced back and forth from the bathroom. As she flipped pancakes, she was freshly showered, hair wet and rolled up in a towel. Then, as she returned, poking a stick into the pans in the oven, she'd dried out her hair, letting it fall madly around her face.

When the oven timer chirped, her hair had been curled into voluminous, rolling waves and she'd changed into a silk, black robe that cinched tight just beneath her bosom and hung just onto mid-thigh.

Then, she stayed in the kitchen, taking things out and off the heat and starting to plate the various pieces. The video clicked off, then flickered back to life back in the game room with the quiet backdrop of their computers.

“Well, everything's ready. Now, I'm just making the video you're watching right now. Then, I'm going to be waking you up and showing the final product of all of this to you, babe. But, I wanted you to see behind the scenes so you realize that no Valentine's Day we have is ever going to be lame. It will be elaborate. It will be over the top. I love you in an over the top way, so I'm going to show it that way!"

She smiled for a second, the dim light just catching the twinkle in her warm eyes before she leaned forward and blew a kiss into the screen. “Happy Valentine's Day, Nick."

******

“Happy Valentine's Day!" Skye leapt onto the bed, shaking it back against the wall and instantly jerking the human out of his shockingly deep sleep.

“Ah! Wah! H-hi?" He groaned, blinking as he shifted to sit up, finding the curvy panda wriggling up into his lap with kisses eagerly falling all over his cheeks. “Good morning to you to."

“Nooo, Happy Valentine's Day!" Skye corrected, flashing him a veiled, excited grin.

Nick instantly sobered, waking to a full state. “What did you do?"

“Come see!" She squealed, grabbing onto his hand and hauling him out of the bed. Nick groaned vaguely at the sudden waking, though the girl's excitement was infectious. The way she writhed with glee, even now in the first moment of anticipation, and her entire tail thrashed and waved madly behind her was like a kid about to perform their own handwritten, self-performed play to a parent.

But instead of a kid, she was a fully grown anthro wearing a very short, silk robe. Her hair fell so perfectly over her shoulders, cascading down in rivets that Nick didn't notice in his staring when she'd thrown open the bedroom door. “Come on, come on." She urged, gently tugging on his arm until he stepped out into the hall.

Then, he froze stock still and just stare, and not at Skye anymore.

The entire living room, starting right where it met the hall, spilling out over the entire room and bleeding into the dining room, there hung photographs all hovering at about eye level, some longer and some taller. Nick stepped forward, hesitating like he had entered something mystical and he didn't want to miss a detail. The first photograph, spinning around on it's string had the two of them. Skye wearing Nick's sweatshirt with it cinched tight so that only the smallest circle of her face showed while she draped herself around Nick's shoulders and pointed back at the Gamestop behind them in the dark, just that sign flickering in an otherwise dark backdrop.

Then, the picture spun away, showing the writing carefully squeezed onto the back. “March, 2013. The Bioshock Infinite midnight release. Possibly the best midnight release we'll ever go on not only because it was our first together, we didn't have to work, but that we met the game makers! Plus, do you remember staying up late playing together? That was one of our earliest binges, then we fell asleep on the couch like a couple of bums, but oh we we're happy."

Nick kept shuffling, mind whirling back to each moment through the room, picture by picture.

Skye holding an ice cream cone against her head like a unicorn while Nick actually ate his in the background, but he was laughing at her!

“This was when we decided to host our own sundae bar at home, but you were super lame and just wanted vanilla and chocolate ice cream so I decided to use all the toppings myself so it didn't go to waste. That was too much sugar. Then, this happened."

Nick holding Skye on his shoulders while she danced around. She's oblivious to the picture, but Nick is just laughing at her and holding onto her legs, letting her enjoy it.

“Music in the park! I don't remember the band, I just know they were local so we came late assuming no one would show up but then so many people did because they were actually awesome and I wanted to see, so you did this! And I got to danced and watch!"

Skye sleeping beside a plate of pancakes while Nick, who took the picture, was glaring from the forefront of the picture.

“When we learned that we can't do breakfast in bed unless I'm the one waking up, because without my shower, I'll just fall back asleep while you're slaving away in the kitchen."

Nick and Skye's faces pressed cheek to cheek, just beaming in the background of a slice of cake with the plate decorated in frosting to read: “Happy Anniversary!"

“Our Anniversary dinner at Ruth's Steak House! It wasn't actually our Anniversary, but it was close and we went out so we decided to play for the night."

So many moments flashed by on the small photographs, each one captured in their little captions to walk them from their first few pictures of their early dates into the later part of the year where they took pictures together more and more, then all the way up through three whole years together.

Anniversaries with big smiles and fancy food; sweatpant pictures and game controllers framed within their tired, goofy grins when they played new games together; Skye in the kitchen, presenting some new creation; Nick in the kitchen, fucking up frosting cupcakes; Balloons and birthdays; the pair of them with a familiar, golden retriever with a laughing smile when Skye met her for the first time; Selfies from roller coasters, selfies from beneath their covers; pictures posed in front of monuments; candids from friends while they're laughing, kissing, or fighting each other with food- the pictures captured so many memories, even one's that had escaped from the forefront of his mind over the course of three years that they came rushing back now.

Then, the television was playing the video.

Nick stood and watched with a growing smile at the behind-the-scenes of everything Skye had done before it finished and he turned to her, face partially aghast. “You drugged me?"

“That's your focal point?" She laughed, giggling and throwing her arms around him. “I just helped you sleep a little. It's totally safe!"

Nick laughed, wrapping his arms around the girl's soft form and pulling her in tight to him. “How did I end up with someone so crazy."

“It took a crazy girl to take you out of your comfort zone." She replied curtly, turning and rising up on her toes to lightly kiss his lips before her face softened and her voice quieted. “Happy Valentine's Day, really. You're special. You deserved something special."

Nick held her tighter, pulling her lips back to his for a longer kiss, trying to convey through his lips how much this meant, this walk down memory lane right in his living room. When the kiss broke, he didn't loosen the hug. “This is the best gift you've ever given. It's amazing."

“It's not even done!" Skye squeaked, pulling back and grabbing his hand in her own furred fingers. Then, she dragged him across the room into the dining room where all her kitchen footage suddenly made sense.

The decorated table housed a feast for Valentine's breakfast. Toast outlined heart-shaped cut outs with eggs insides, the whites a big heart while the yolks were smaller hearts within. Then, molded forms of bacon strips laid around a plate, all the same, iconic shape. Her skewers of red fruit laid to the right while hearts of red velvet pancakes with frosting melting down their edges sat on the left. In the center was a pan of cinnamon rolls, all molded into hearts beside tiny quiches in tiny, red, scalloped heart tins. To drink, steaming cocoa beckoned with pink, cut-out marshmallows floating atop the rich liquid contents.

“There's dessert too." Skye said, pointing to the counter were a very familiar, chocolate cake sat, with cocoa nibs adding a roughened texture to the sides before eight, little tufts of frosting housed eight cherries all around the edges, circling a single, lit candle.

“But, it's not a lie."

Nick didn't speak for a long moment, instead he just stared at it all. His eyes scanned the room again, noting the familiar touches of Skye's personality through the entire thing, yet she'd captured the totally cheesy, hokey, yet somehow lovey oozing mush of Valentine's day in all her shapes. Then, of course, she'd added a token of her sheer exquisite gamer girl side to it all with that cake.

He couldn't help it.

He just started to laugh. “How? How did I end up with you?"

Skye chuckled, pressing into his chest. “Pure, dumb luck, my love."

“Hey!"

“Well, ask dumb questions..."

“Fine. Fine."

Laughing, they sat down to eat. They sampled all of the various things, but of course Skye had made enough food for an army when she meant to serve it to two people, so they gathered one of each heart-shaped treat onto various plates and then walked the halls, handing out Valentine's platters to all of their, mostly elderly, neighbors who all shrieked and clapped and thanked them profusely for the adorable gesture.

“What a sweet couple!"

“Oh my heaven! Look what she did to the bacon!"

“Oh! Red pancakes! What magic!"

“Heavens!"

“You know, I had a feeling you were a good one."

Free of leftovers and feeling good, they fell back into the quiet of their kitchen, finally cutting into their truthful cake. Sharing a slice, they chattered about the past three years. The pictures had triggered memories they'd forgotten to remember in a long time.

“Oh my goodness! Do you remember the popcorn we got in Seattle!? Oh my god! That was *so* good!"

“All I remember is how loud those two were the whole time!"

“Well, they were our hosts! You can't complain about the hosts having too much sex! Only guests!"

******

“I'm just glad we found that little puppy's owner."

“I wanted to keep him forever. You gave away Baymax!"

“You shouldn't have named it! It wasn't ours, Nick!"

******

“God, you flashed me there. Why couldn't we have a picture of that?"

“Mmm.. want me to refresh your memory of how that looks?"

And just like that, memory lane had quickly dead-ended at the love shack and Nick's eyes swept back over Skye's silky little robe with fresh eyes. The knot cinched tight beneath her breasts, pulling the silk tight over her heavy bosom while her long, bare legs showed out of the short hem.

“Mm... yes please."

“Well, since you said please!" Skye laughed, slowly standing from her chair and strutting over in front of Nick's and turning him so that back faced the table and he looked out at her. Her hips started to sway, playfully dancing without any beat.

Her fingers slowly unraveled the knot of her robe, letting it loosen, but not open. Then, she swiveled around so her back showed. Her hips were still working, sashaying before she let the robe spillback. Her shoulders flashed into view, the smooth curve of fur and the glimpsing straps of whatever else she wore, but then the robe stopped.

She turned back, a playful smirk playing over her lips as she shimmied closer, straddling his lap for a second. Her lips teased up his throat, kissing and nipping at the bare fur. Her teeth sent short zips of excitement up his spine with each of the miniature nips while her kisses were warm and soft. The combination left him shivering, lips parting with a pant.

“Mmm... like that?" She crooned, wriggling backwards off his lap and dancing back to her original stance, back showing, but this time the robe dropped all the way to reveal her bare shoulders, covered in a deep chocolate fur. Then, a strappy bra created a racerback V down her back, with a strappy designed encircling around her form three times with a lay inlay connected the dainty straps. Down the smooth arch of her back was nothing was her supple fur, than a repeat of the intricate lace and the strappy, triple stacked waistbands atop her pert ass while wiggled once before she bent slightly. The little panties in a thin black fabric perfectly outlined her lower lips. The little indent of her folds showed perfectly with a splotch of wet excitement already glinting out from the fabric.

Nick could see her puffy, lower lips and the bulge of her little clit beneath the fabric as it pulsed and waited impatiently for some affection. Slowly, Skye's body started to rotate back around so he could see the front of the piece. The strappy designed continued over, applying a cage design over her heavy breasts, further outlining them and lifting them up to sit perkily on her chest while the panties were a tiny, lacy butterfly shape over her sex.

“Oh wow-" Nick breathed, breath catching in a gasp at the sight of her, but she didn't stop there. Instead, her fingers started to walk, slowly almost idly down her flat stomach. They dipped in towards her panties, before veering back and stroking down her thigh. Then, it repeated, this time she let a fingertip glide down to the edge of the butterfly wing, slowly tracing over it before she continued down over the lace, tracing the shape of her slit through the skimpy, thin fabric of the lace.

Smirking, she started back towards him. With calculated slowness, she placed one foot back in front of the other while her hips worked on a swaying pendulum. Her tail behind mirrored the motion, blinking back out forth out from behind her. Up close, she swiveled and lowered her ass down against his crotch- without sitting. Instead, she stayed hovered above his lap where he started to harden quickly within the shorts he wore, tenting the fabric and pulsating with each passing moment. Ensuring he didn't get a taste of her actual form, she kept herself raised off of his lap, grinding into the air.

He could see her sex glimpse out from the shape of the fabric, outlined perfectly and visible in it's imprint. Her rump showed with her tail folder over his shoulder, raised out of view. She worked slowly, letting him watch the motion of her ass playing over his lap, side to side and slowly increasing the pressure until he could feel the pressure of her form against her crotch.

His cock, trapped in the fabric, pulsed with complaints at its entrapment, but Skye didn't pay any mind as her full weight finally grinding into him in a steady, firm pressure. He could feel the heat of her, the need hidden within her own panties. Her fingers stroked back, leaning into his chest from her reversed position. Gently, she stroked his cheeks, finding one ear with her lips turned towards him. “Mmm... how's that feel?"

“God, stop teasing me."

“I'm flattered, but I'm Skye." She giggled at him, turning to face him with a smug expression while her hips continued to roll into his groin. At the same time, her fingertips stroked and caressed down his form, tickling over his bare chest with her furred fingers. Her scent hunt in the air, rich and needy. Nick felt it sucking in through his nose, he breathed it in with growing impatience.

Skye giggled again, raising her fingers and stroking them down till they hooked into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them away from his body. The tugged down, slipping off his legs from beneath her rising tush so that he sat, jutting out into the air with pulsing want.

“Mmm... look at this..." Skye purred, running her fingertips lightly down his length, tickling and teasing at the sensitive flesh with fleeting, air-like touches until Nick gave a growl from deep in his throat. “That's enough!" He groaned, standing up and scooping up Skye bridal style.

Quickly, he stalked back through the house, parting through the dangling decoration before they hit the bedroom once more. Then, he dropped Skye onto the bed with a little grunt. “Show me your ass."

Skye's eyes were wide with the sudden dominance, yet she practically purred with excitement at it. Her tush lifted up, elbows finding the bed while she waggled her butt impatiently. Nick's hands found it quickly, kneading and groping into the soft flesh before he peeled the panties down off her ass. The straps all rolled together into a bundle of black fabric. When the crotch pulled back, strings of wetness clung to the fabric, leaking off of the excited red panda girl.

“Someone's needy." He murmured, smirking down to her as his fingers stroked down over her naked mound, instantly earning out a whimpering moan from the girl. Impatience quickly rising, Nick stopped forcing himself to wait. Instead, he brought his tip up to the drooling folds of her sex. Instantly her heat and wetness beckoned him deeper, and he gave in. With one, fluid thrust he buried himself into her sex, gripping onto her soft hips.

“Ooh..." Skye moaned out, tipping her head to the side so she could peek back at him, meeting him eyes with her own glinting, mischievous expression. “Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me hard."

And he did.

With both hands clutching onto her hips and her own fingers pressing down into the bed hard enough to keep her steady as she bounced her hips back onto him, ever the impatient one, he threw himself into fucking her. The bed slapped into the wall with loud, banging claps. The legs of the bed creaked beneath them. Skye's moaning was almost a constant stream of happy babble, whimpering his name and muttering disgraceful, un-Christian things to try and express her current status of enjoyment.

He watched her body, back arching and forcing herself back against him impatiently. Her breasts swayed and bounced even in her little top beneath her. Her fingers clutched the bedsheets till her knuckles whitened. Hands shifting to grip her ass cheeks, he spread her apart, watching as his cock pierced into the bright pink folds with every pounding thrust.

Then, he paused his own hips, enjoying the show of Skye thrusting herself back against his stationary cock, using him like a mounted toy as she squeaked and moaned with every thrust back. “Fuck, you're hot." He grunted, blushing a bit at the entire scene, but Skye just glanced back and winked.

“And you too. Now, make me me cum, baby. Cum with me."

He gripped her sides again. Then, starting hard again, he fucked her as hard as he could. One hand gripped right into the curvature of her spine while her ass worked back against him. With every thrusting slp of her ass into him, her butt would bounce and jiggle perfectly. He watched her tail fold luxuriously up over her shoulder, exposing all of her rump. He could see his cock sliding into her every time, easing back out and then disappearing back within her tight folds.

His eyes stared at her ass, bouncing and squishing beneath his grip until Skye had reached her shrieking point. With high pitched squeals of delight, she thrust her body back into him desperately, losing her rhythm as her entire body tensed and clamped and clenched. Nick could feel her riding the edge of orgasm from how she clamp down on him, milking him for all he was worth.

Then, with a burst, she howled out his name and her sex started to spasm around him. Nick tried to keep thrusting, help build her orgasm longer, but it triggered something inside of him and simply froze, shivering and thrusting shallowly as his own orgasm exploded inside of her.

Thick ropes of cum painted the girl's insides as they collapsed together, wriggling down into a melted pile of exhaustion into the bed. For a minute, they just panted quietly before Skye gave a soft moan. “Why did we give away all the bacon?"

“Because it's Valentine's Day."

“Curses."

Then, with the tired sound of a girl who'd gotten up at 3:00am the past two mornings, Skye slipped into a quiet, exhausted sleep and Nick, wide awake after his drugged sleep, just held her and watched her sleep as his mind returned to all the pictures in the living room. “What a run we're on..." He thought, smiling to himself.

Skye, suddenly awake, kissed his chin. “It's been a good run- but in the future. It needs more bacon."

Then, she fell right back asleep for hours and Nick was left pondering her only commentary on their relationship: “It just needs more bacon."