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The bliss of the early morning was broken by a buzzing alarm -- then by twin groans. Rebecca reached over and hit the snooze button on the old clock. The tigress slapped at it twice, worried about cracking the antique plastic. She burbled an apology to Anon, who grunted a muffled reply into her fur. He was used to being rolled over by now. It was just a good thing his wife was so cushiony.

"Honey, it snowed," she said stroking his hair. "You should probably shovel it."

The human groaned and snuggled into her chest. The cold morning air was already leaking in wherever the two of them weren't touching. Rebecca cooed, squeezing him up against her to kiss the top of his head.

"I'll have a warm breakfast ready for you," she said.

"Uh-uh. I'm feeling sick. I'm taking the day off - long weekend."

"Mmm," the tigress chuckled, "Well, I can't get a sub this late, so I'm going to get up now."

The human's whimpers were piteous as Rebecca disentangled herself from him and slipped out from beneath the sheets -- but not enough that she stopped. Anon's hands slipped off her furred curves, leaving him to roll into the fleeting warmth of her body's impression in the mattress. He forced himself up with another tortured sound. Goosebumps covered his skin already -- Rebecca kept the house around 60 degrees, but sleeping with her in anything but a birthday suit was a recipe for overheating.

"You're the one with a natural fur coat," Anon grumbled when he hopped off the bed.

"And you're the one who looks so cute with rosy cheeks."The human continued to grumble. He was still putting on his clothes while she slipped away in her robe. He heard her in the kitchen when he went out to put on his coat and boots. There was more clattering and bumping than usual, followed with soft curses from the tiger that barely peaked over the burbling of the radio. She was always a little clumsy in the mornings when she was still drowsy. Anon's jealousy rose, imagining her carelessly swaying hips.

Instead his early morning would be spent out in the cold. Snow was still falling in the bluish dark. The whole street was covered in a thick blanket of white, yard decorations and fire hydrants reduced to vague bumps. Anon would've admired it if he didn't have to carve out a path. The depths of the drifts only dawned on him when he stepped out off the porch; his leg was engulfed halfway up the shin. Cold gnawed at him as much as despair. The one point of comfort was the gentle breeze, caressing his face rather than raking across it. He shouldered his shovel and got to work.

The snow was the thick, wet kind that clumped together well. Wonderful for building, less so for shoveling. Anon skimmed half of it at a time and the plastic still creaked in his hands. His huffs and puffs drowned it out, the only sound in the neighborhood. He glanced around; he was the only one out at this ungodly hour. He'd even beat the snowplows. The leg he'd plunged into the snow was well and truly soaked by the time he'd cleared the front walk. It didn't freeze, fortunately, warmed just enough from his body heat to stay wet. Stand still for too long and it would harden, though. It helped propel him into the long task of the sidewalk.

It was one of the few things that made Anon rosy-eyed about his old apartment in Chutesville. Whatever other problems the place had -- bad plumbing, noisy neighbors, an impressive criminal population -- at least he didn't have to clear snow.

He was just lucky Rebecca's house wasn't a corner house. One absurdly long stretch of sidewalk was enough. There were a few older folks around, so it needed to be done. That and he wouldn't be surprised if the mail service would use it as an excuse to skip over them. And with it being the holiday season, he couldn't have that.

Anon's beard and mustache grew crispy as he hunkered down for the long haul. He grunted, wiggling his lips; he needed a trim. Surface level thoughts like that filled his mind like static while he chipped away at the walkway, foot by foot. The cold was mostly gone, now that he was moving. But years of experience told him it wouldn't last long. By the time he'd finish the football field of a driveway, all that warmth and sweat would go frigid, just like the water soaking his socks.

The plows still hadn't come by when he made it to the driveway and the cleared concrete behind him was already turning white once more. He groaned, and started on the area that wouldn't be re-covered by the plows -- whenever they did their job. The tigress's garage, like the rest of her house, was sized for an anthro of her stature. Even though it was on the smaller side -- the Hilux barely fit -- it was still wide as hell. He thought about taking a flamethrower to it.

Screw a snow-blower.

Faint pink streaks of morning light tickled the clouds far off on the horizon, finally contrasting the snowflakes with something besides black. Anon stretched his back and took in a few ragged breaths. Cold air scraped at his throat in ways that only cocoa could fix. He eyed the end of the driveway, still covered in snow. The plows hadn't come through to fill it with another foot of icy sludge. If he cleared it, they'd fling it all the way up over the sidewalk. He knew that from experience.

Anon walked over to the short, white wall and stuck his leg up against it; just to his upper calf. Gingerly he stepped out into the snow, finding the slight hollow where the driveway met the road. Shaking the snow off his leg with a curse, he stumbled back up the drive and cast an assessing eye over the whole thing once more.

"Screw it."

He walked back to the front door. A thin layer of snow was already forming at the oldest parts. Anon knocked the clumps off his boots before stepping inside to the relative warmth. A shudder ran through him when he undid his coat and knelt down.

"Hey Reb?" he called, "There's a little snowbank at the end of the driveway, we're going to take the Hilux today!"

"No," the tigress purred, close enough to make him jump, "we won't."

"Christ," Anon hissed; Rebecca loomed over him in the ill-lit entryway with a warm smile.

"You like scaring me, don't you?"

"Do you like teasing me?" She replied. "Let's get you out of those clothes..."

The tigress's bust nearly spilled from her robe -- which Anon only now noticed was still on -- when she crouched down and began fussing with his jacket.

"Re-becca!" Anon spluttered, "What are you -- doing?"

She paused when his hat was off, then giggled. "Just getting a look at those rosy little cheeks, sweetie."

The human's splutters crescendoed while Rebecca planted long twin kisses on his cheeks; he shuddered at the warmth of her lips. Her broad nose had a similar effect on his forehead as she went into a deafening series of chuffs.

"Reb-bec-ca!"

The tigress only pulled back slightly as her assault on his clothes continued.

"Reb, what are you doing?" Anon said, surrendering to her pulling and grasping paws. "We've got work! I want a romp as much as you, but --"

The tiger stopped, his half-open shirt bunched up in her paws. "You want a what?" she teased.

"A romp. A roll in the hay -- SEX, Rebecca! I want to *do* you!" The human blurted out to a giggle. "But doing it now when we've got to go isn't the best time!"

The tigress stood up straight with a hum, bringing a finger to her lips as she looked down at her half-dressed husband. Her tail flicked as she studied him for another moment or two with mischievous emerald eyes.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore," she sighed; Anon's breath caught in his throat when the tigress suddenly leaned down close once more.

"It's a snow day," she whispered huskily in his ear. "I heard it on the radio."

"Oh."

Anon grumbled as his pants came off with one sharp jerk from Rebecca. "And you let me freeze out there?"

"Yes," she purred. "I knew it'd make this even better."

The tigress snatched her human up in a single deft move as she stood; he found himself once again engulfed in huge, white snow drifts. Anon melted into a sigh at their warmth. Rebecca chuffed when it tapered off into a muffled sound between a whimper and a groan.

"Oh, poor baby," she cooed, squeezing her bust around him. "Are you sure you're up for a romp, sweetie?"

Anon grumbled from deep in her fur, setting off another chuff that shook the twin pillows around his head. Rebecca carefully pulled the rest of him into her robe and tightened the tie, purring as she made her final adjustments. His legs and lower torso were cool against her soft stomach -- but there was a distinct spot of warmth. She chuckled, swaying and watching the little tuft of hair between her breasts nearly disappear with each breath.

"Maybe a little later," she whispered. "First, we'll warm you up with some cocoa on the couch."

The words eeked out another muffled moan from deep in her fur. Anon stayed curled up against Rebecca's swaying form as she went to the kitchen, purring all the while. Pressing him against the counter yielded an even more muffled sound; the hard spot in her lower belly grew even more warm. The thought about how exactly the tigress was going to get the revitalizing cocoa to him didn't occur to Anon until long after she'd left the kitchen. She pressed down on his head with a chuckle when he wiggled and tried to surface.

"Don't worry dear, you're not going to fall," she hummed; heavy curves slid and squished around him as she bent over, putting that to the test. "And I can feel you breathing just fine..."

The human wondered how long that'd be true. The creaking of the couch gave him doubts. Ceramic mugs clinked as Rebecca set them on the coffee table, then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She switched to an easy listening channel and set the volume low, content with the fake flames flickering on the screen and soft holiday music. A real fireplace would be nice -- but that would be a project for the summer.

The tigress' rumbling purr completely drowned out her husband's drawn-out groan when she laid on the couch on top of him. She sank deep into the cushions, the fabric of her robe straining tightly as her many curves sought to pillow out -- it only added to the amazing pressure Anon felt beneath her. Rebecca punctuated teasing adjustments of her hips and chest with chuffs. She restrained her laughter at the muffled syncopation of Anon's groan. She ground him into the cushion until she felt the familiar tapping at her side; his hands were the only part of him not completely smothered. And even then, the tight robe and fluffy couch kept his arms pressed tight around her.

Right where she wanted them.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said as she tilted back a little; the human's gasp was audible from within her cleavage. The extra weight of her hips on his added to the tremble in it. Rebecca waited a few breaths before taking hers and beginning to rock gently. Every inch of her, every pound of her, washed over Anon like soothing waves. Her soft fur just barely rubbed against his bare skin. He could feel the give in her pliable form; her curves let him feel his own outline beneath her, not moving as much near his center but rolling against him lewdly at the edges. He squeezed her sides and nuzzled into the depths of her cleavage. Her breasts squished his face the harder he hugged.

Rebecca let out a satisfied chuff when he took a long pull of her scent; notes of chocolate hung on the usual cool vanilla of her fur.

"Feel good?" she whispered, humming when she felt a slight nod beneath her. "Getting warmer?" she asked, sinking back onto him a little more fully and getting a pillow to prop her arms up on.

There was a pause before the human's next nod. Being cocooned in the tigress's clothes was always like a furry hot tub, but her heat had only just begun to melt the chill from his bones. Rebecca hummed and shifted a little to reach for one of the mugs of cocoa.

"Let's see if this helps..."

Anon tensed slightly at her words, expecting more teasing or squeezing. The way she tucked him deeper into her breasts and put more weight on him was expected. When she took a long sip of cocoa, the sound was loud in Anon's ears. It preceded a flush of heat against his face; he hummed in delight as his heavily-weighted fur blanket got a new heating feature. Rebecca chuffed and nearly got cocoa on the couch.

"I think that's a yes," she purred. Anon nodded hard as he hugged her tight. He swept his arms along her stomach as the warmth spread.

"Well, I'm glad you like it. I can't believe I've never thought of it before," she mused. "I know I promised you a warm breakfast when you finished... but do you want to snuggle like this for a bit?"

Anon nuzzled in and squeezed her sides.

"Good, me too... Do you mind if I have your cocoa like this?"

Anon shook his head and felt the sweet resistance of her bust.

"Mmm... good," she purred, taking another warm pull. "It'll give me the extra energy for a 'romp'..."

Beneath her, Anon shuddered; he whimpered at a heavy press of her hips and her husky chuckle. Their surprise day off was shaping up to be pretty busy...