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This story contains romance and M/F sex between consenting adults. It also deals with a character's neurodivergency, so if reading about characters dealing with day-to-day mental health stuff (even in a positive way) isn't something you're comfy with, please be aware of that before reading.

[center][b][u]A Different Kind of Valentine[/u][/b][/center]

“Hey..."

Sarah murmured as she slipped into the kitchen, the otter's brow furrowed slightly as she saw her boyfriend's tail wagging as he prepared waffles for breakfast. For her. The dalmatian turned his head, beaming, at least at first. When he saw the expression on her face though, the guilt and concern in her eyes, his smile faltered and he immediately turned towards the otter.

“What's up?"

He knew the answer though. Sarah knew he knew it, and Victor knew that too. Nevertheless, he asked so that the otter would have the opportunity to answer anyway, and to get anything off her chest that she felt she needed to. On this occasion though, the answer was quite simple.

“I'm... not feeling it."

Slowly, taking a moment to process the response before reacting, Victor nodded.

“Okay. What can I do?"

The otter bowed her head, and clenched her fists by her sides. Before she could even begin to rattle off the familiar barrage of self-destructive thoughts though; that she didn't deserve someone so understanding, that she was taking advantage of Victor's kindness far too much, she heard the sound of bare paw-pads against the kitchen linoleum and soon felt gentle yet firm hands grasp her wrists. She tensed up slightly, but took a slow, ragged breath as the dog bent down slightly in order to be able to look up from under her downcast face.

“None of that. You know how I feel about stuff like this. You know I'll do almost anything to make you comfortable and take away any stress I can. But, letting you beat yourself up inside for how your brain feels outside of your control is where we draw the line, right? I'll make basically any other compromise I need to, but I won't let you hate yourself. Not for a single second."

Sarah smiled. She hated it. She felt a sour twist within her stomach as she did so, unable to understand how she could smile when she was feeling this way. And yet... it wasn't a forced smile. It was basically the only kind of genuine smile that no matter the kind of day she was having, she was more or less guaranteed to experience. It was a Victor smile. A boyfriend smile. And with that smile lingering on her muzzle and just barely reaching the depths of her sombre eyes, the otter pushed her forehead against one of her boyfriend's shoulders, and whispered the truth.

“All of it. I... I don't want it. I'm sorry. Breakfast. Our dinner date. Any... just, anything you've planned to make today special. I just... the thought of it, of having to deal with any of it, it's making my brain... my stomach, I..."

His hands slipped into hers as her fists unclenched. Victor squeezed her paws oh so gently, and kissed the side of her head.

“Quiet day? Nothing day?"

The otter nodded slowly against his shoulder.

“Nothing day."

She echoed, and just like that... Valentine's Day was cancelled.

She slipped into the living room a short while later, Switch in one hand, phone in the other. She was wearing gym shorts and a hoodie, hood up, face all but hidden, the cable leading from her wired earbuds the only clue that she was already listening to a podcast. Over the conversation between the hosts though, a familiar conversation from a familiar episode she had listened to many times before, she could hear Victor tidying up in the kitchen. Putting the fresh whipped cream and strawberries back in the fridge. Wrapping up the waffles for some time later, not as good as if they'd been eaten straight out of the iron, but not being put to waste either.

By the time he entered the living room, Sarah was already doing her island chores on Animal Crossing. Victor smiled, but didn't say a word as he set a can of soda down on the coffee table nearby, tapping its top with the tips of his fingers just loud enough to draw Sarah's eyes up for a moment. She nodded at his wordless suggestion. Don't forget to drink something. Her eyes returned to her game. The next time she looked up, Victor was gone. She sighed with relief. With gratitude. She felt guilt, but... she was glad. And, she knew he knew that she would feel better that way. She knew that Victor liked making her happy. No... he loved making her happy.

He loved her. And she loved him, even if today she just didn't want to be around anyone at all, Victor included.

That morning, they only crossed paths once as Sarah was going to the bathroom. Victor was leaving it just as she padded into the hallway to go herself. He smiled, but didn't try to engage her beyond that. She smiled back, but was glad when she was in the bathroom alone, and he wasn't there.

When she went back into the living room, her empty soda can was gone. A new one sat in its place, and draped over the back of the couch was her fleece blanket.

She wrapped it around her shoulders and up over her already hood covered head as she turned her Switch back on. 37% battery.

When it was down to 10%, the otter padded into the apartment's spare room turned office to slip it into its charging dock. Victor was there, on one of the PCs. He was playing FFXIV, though he looked up and around when he heard his girlfriend giggle.

“What game is that?"

She asked, eyes twinkling, lips twitching with yet more barely controlled mirth. Victor shrugged, turned back to the screen, and gestured to it casually.

“Oh, this? Have you heard of the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy fourteen? You can play through the entirety of A Realm Reborn and the award winning..."

A wheezing cackle of laughter interrupted the dalmatian, and he broke into a grin as from behind him, he felt a pair of arms fling themselves around his neck in a tight hug from behind. Sarah kissed his neck. His cheek. The side of his muzzle.

“Thank you."

She whispered as she tousled the dalmatian's headfur between his ears. He chuckled and leaned his head to one side, against her face.

“Wanna play?"

He murmured gently, not pressuring, just asking. Sarah's laughter trailed off, and she considered the question for a few moments before nodding.

“Just until my Switch is done charging. I'm gonna keep listening to my podcasts though, okay?"

Victor nodded, and turned his head back towards his own screen as though ready to resume playing himself right then and there. When Sarah lingered though, he raised a playful eyebrow. The otter blushed.

“Can I... have a kiss?"

The dalmatian grinned.

“Absolutely."

He whispered adoringly back to her, and after their muzzles met, lips brushing together for just a second or so, Sarah slipped over to her own desk, and before long the two of them were playing together. Not talking, at least not beyond the occasional typed question regarding the ordering of their dailies. Not so much as glancing across the room at one another. Just playing the game together, even once their quests were done, even once Sarah's Switch was fully charged once again. They played, unbroken aside from a couple of bathroom breaks and Victor getting them both drinks, for almost seven straight hours, until finally Sarah's phone was down to just 5% battery, and at the end of her latest podcast episode, she spoke to her boyfriend across the room.

“Can we order take-out?"

Victor chuckled.

“Absolutely. What do you want?"

Sarah shifted in her seat.

“Nuggets?"

The dalmatian grinned.

“The usual dips?"

Sarah nodded, squirming more eagerly.

“Fries?"

He added, his smile growing wider as the otter bounced a little with excitement.

“And, an extra thing of fries to split?"

By the time Victor finished reciting Sarah's go-to favourite order for the two of them, the otter was a quiveringly giddy mess on her seat. And by the time the food arrived, she was cuddling Victor on the couch, almost reluctant to let him go and answer the door to get their meal. She heard him politely asking if the driver minded waiting while he double checked the order. She felt her heart flutter. She felt so relieved, knowing she wouldn't have to find out the hard way. Knowing she wouldn't feel the crush of disappointment. And, when she heard Victor thank the driver again and obviously hand over a cash tip in addition to what they'd already paid via the app, she could barely stay in her seat, knowing that it meant everything was there as expected.

They ate together, and Victor couldn't stop smiling the whole meal as he watched his girlfriend devour her share of their dinner with boundless enthusiasm. He was barely done himself when, after Sarah was done eating, she scrambled across to his side of the couch and straddled his lap. Her breath smelled of salty fries and soda. Her eyes were bright. She was giggling. He kissed her, not asking whether he could, trusting that she was in a good enough place not to need the time to prepare. He was right, and she kissed him back, tasting the salt on his lips, the ever so slight lingering tang of his favourite dip for his fries. Never one she had herself, but one she loved to taste on him.

After that first fond smooch, Sarah kissed Victor again. Then again. The kisses grew deeper. Longer. They cuddled and made out for a while, until Sarah could feel Victor's stiffness between her thighs, against the crotch of her shorts. She wriggled. He growled playfully, and she gave a growl, albeit far less natural than his, back.

“You're hard."

She whispered.

Victor murmured and purposefully made his cock twitch against his girlfriend's loins. She blushed and looped her arms around his neck, bumping their noses together gently.

“I know we just ate. Do you want to wait a bit longer?"

The otter whispered as they rested there, nose to nose, eyes aglow with mutual love and longing.

“We don't have to. What you said earlier..."

Victor responded, this time choosing to err on the side of caution. To ask, to check in. Sarah blushed.

“I meant it. I did. And... thank you, Victor. But... today isn't a nothing day any more. It was. It... it would have been. But now... I want to. I really, really want to."

The dalmatian grinned and rubbed his nose playfully against hers.

“Well, though it may already be pretty obvious from what's going on between my legs... I want to, too."

Sarah bit her bottom lip.

“Can I... leave my hoodie on?"

Her boyfriend licked his lips, then lapped fondly at hers.

“You know I love it when you do. Sexy bottomless otter."

Sarah squirmed. Victor gasped as she squirmed against him, astride him. A moment later though she was scrambling off his lap, shucking off her shorts, not a stitch of underwear to be found beneath them, and gesturing for him to lie down across the couch. He did so, stripping off his t-shirt while Sarah unfastened his pants and tugged them down, followed by his underwear. She was bottomless, and soon he was naked, lying down as she scrambled back onto him, and sat with her glistening pussy spread open against the underside of his cock, pinning his shaft to his lower belly and leaving his pointed tip throbbing just an inch or so beyond the nub of her protruding clit.

“Did you... mhh, did you have a lot of special stuff planned for today?"

She gasped as she started to rock back and forth against the length of his pinned down cock, feeling his shaft being rendered swiftly slick with her arousal, and watching as Victor tried to look serious and sincere even as he gasped with pleasure at her motion above him.

“You... aa-ahh, you don't have to think about that, Sarah."

He whispered hoarsely. She giggled.

“I know. But... it's okay. I want to know. It won't make me feel bad. Nh... not now. Not when I'm with you like this."

The black and white furred dog blushed deeply, but still hesitated a moment longer before taking a breath and nodding.

“Yeah. I mean... nh, not a lot of stuff. But... one big thing."

Sarah nodded, reaching out, taking one of Victor's hands off her thigh where both had recently come to rest, and moving it to her crotch. His thumb immediately sought out her clit, and began to slowly circle it as the otter continued to slide and rub against his cock, pre-cum beginning to drool out over his fluffy belly fur.

“What was it?"

The otter rocked a little faster when Victor hesitated again. She whined in pleasure.

“Please. Victor. Oooohh. Tell me. It feels good. I... I feel so good right now. I want to hear what special things you had ready for me while I'm happy. While I'm excited and eager to be with you. Even if I kinda spoiled our plans, I... a-ahh!!"

Sarah's gasps rose to a shrill cry as Victor massaged her clit much more firmly all of a sudden, grinning when after the otter lurched forward, almost collapsing face first into his chest, she looked up with slightly crossed, heavy lidded eyes, and pouted.

“No blaming yourself."

The dalmatian stuck his tongue out after reaffirming his one rule to the woman he loved.

“Especially not during sex."

He added, rocking his hips, lifting his ass off the couch slightly and causing his cock to strain and graze the underside of Sarah's clit even as his fingers teased back her hood, exposing more of the tender flesh to be tantalised by his continuing touches.

“Mmmh. Oooh... okay. Nn, no blame. But... tell me, Victor."

Sarah gasped as she rubbed her pussy down against the dog's cock more urgently, feeling his knot swelling against the lower, rearmost edges of her pussy as she ground it lengthwise against him.

“I'm gonna cum soon. So... please. Tell me before I do. Tell me while my head's all fuzzy, and happy, and lovey."

Victor trembled, and Sarah shrieked as she felt his cock lurch so suddenly and violently that for a moment she was certain he had to be cumming already. A thick ribbon of pre-cum splashing out across his belly was all the dog produced for the time being though, and then, a few moments later after catching his breath, Victor used his free hand to take hold of one of Sarah's own while his second paw continued to work her achingly eager, needy clitoris. He laced their fingers together. He pressed their palms against one another, and he fought to steady himself, to let his heavy lidded eyes lock with Sarah's own, as he told her the truth.

“At the meal we had booked... I was kinda... I was gonna ask you to marry me."

Sarah's hips stopped moving. Her free hand moved to grab Victor's wrist, ceasing his motions on her clit.

“You... you were..."

Tears sprang to her eyes.

“But, I... I made you... cancel. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck."

She whimpered, tugging both her hands free of Victor's grasp, pulling her hands up close to herself, fists tight, pushing them against her temples.

“Fucking fuck of a fucking fuckfaced fuck, stupid fucking..."

She groaned in anguish, in fury at herself. At her stupid, dumb, broken goddamn brain. Or rather, she began to.

She began, until Victor did something that even for him, even for the person she loved most in all the world, the person who understood her and her brain better than her family, better than anyone else she had ever known, was rare.

He said exactly the right thing, at exactly the right moment, to not just pre-empt a crash of Sarah's mood, but to actively subvert the crash even after it had already started.

“I didn't cancel anything that mattered."

That whisper, so sincere and heartfelt, stopped the plummeting of Sarah's mood in its tracks, and in that moment of hesitation and uncertainty between hope and irrational frustration and despair, the dalmatian's voice cracked not with sorrow or frustration of his own, but with raw, unfettered love for his girlfriend. Love not in spite of her brain being the way it was, love not '[i]because[/i]' of it. Just... love, because he truly did love her so, so much.

“I cancelled the restaurant reservation, but... I still had an amazing dinner with the woman I adore. I still got to sit with you, eat with you, laugh with you, and fall even more deeply in love with you. And, whether I do it today, or tomorrow, or in a week's time... whenever I know that you're going to be ready for it, ready to hear it and to give me your honest answer, I'm still gonna ask you to marry me, Sarah."

Still sniffling from the tearful sobbing that she had been about to let loose, the otter stared down at her boyfriend. She trembled. She took a deep, ragged, shuddering breath full of emotion.

“Ask me now."

She begged as tears did indeed start rolling down her face, but to both her and Victor's relief, not tears of sorrow or regret or simple emotional overload, regardless of the specific feelings attached. The otter giggled a second later. She sniffed even as a smile fluttered across her twitching cheeks, and when Victor hesitated, she giggled again and moved her hands away from her face, grabbing his and squeezing them tightly even as her pussy started to rub anew against the dalmatian's cock which, thanks to how engorged his knot had already grown, had remained hard regardless of that faltering blip in their intimate excitement.

“C'mon!"

Sarah whined playfully, giggling as she saw Victor's eyes widen with realisation, and then with growing delight and eager enthusiasm of his very own.

“Ask me! Ask me now!"

Sarah stopped begging and urged, all but demanded of her boyfriend. She rubbed against him. She squirmed and bounced astride his cock pinned beneath her as she echoed those words again and again, almost a dozen teasing times in a row before to her elation, Victor snarled and rolled her over, pinning her down beneath him, sandwiched between the seat and the back of the couch and his warm, naked body against her own bottomless frame.

“Will you marry me, Sarah?"

Victor whispered as he began to rock his hips, and to rub the underside of his cock back and forth over the swollen nub of his girlfriend's clit. She opened her muzzle to answer, but her voice caught in her throat with a strangled squeak of pleasure. Her eyes bulged. She tried again, but just as she was about to do so, Victor humped against her once more and sent yet more pleasure crashing through her body. He grinned, and Sarah gasped, then cackled as she realised that he was teasing her. Right now, as he asked her to marry him after she'd almost gone into a full blown spiral of self-loathing, her boyfriend was still taking the time to tease her and pleasure her all at once.

That was why she loved him. It wasn't just that he understood her well. It wasn't just that he was willing to do more than '[i]put up with[/i]' her mental health stuff, actively working to help support her without ever making her feel guilty or like she had to try and [i]pretend[/i] to be more okay than she was in any given situation, so as not to use up what limited assignment of good will she was '[i]owed[/i]'. It was because unlike her family, unlike many friends she'd had in the past, and partners; boyfriends or even her one girlfriend in years gone by... he just loved her. No qualifications. No if. No when. No but. No conditions. No modifications.

He loved her for exactly who she was. And thus, of course he could tease her at a time like this. Because he understood that even when she was on the brink of panic and misery, she was still his girlfriend. She was still everything she was, everything she had always been to him. She was a person with mental health stuff to deal with, sure. But first and foremost, she was a person. His person. And when he saw that he could make her happy, make her laugh, make her tremble and gasp and cum... of course he was going to do it.

Even now. Especially now, when she was trying to tell him that yes. Yes, of course she would marry him.

“Marry me."

He whispered again as he humped her, not slipping inside, not even thinking about trying. Just rubbing against the outer limits of his girlfriend's pussy, grinding his shaft against her needy, receptive clit. Driving her wild. Making her gasp and convulse and shriek.

“Marry me. Marry me. Marry me!"

He growled in time with his thrusts, asking again and again, just as she had begged to be asked. He grinned. He rested his forehead against hers as Sarah wailed, juices spilling out against the underside of his erection. Fluids that served only to allow him to hump and grind against her outer limits more rapidly and eagerly still, until finally Sarah's trembling left hand fumbled greedily downward, grabbed his engorged knot, and guided him into her at the very last second.

“I'll marry you."

The already cumming otter whimpered feverishly as she expertly massaged her boyfriend's knot, and when she saw him respond with a goofy, drunken grin, and felt his cock spasm, felt his shaft strain and start spraying ribbons of cum inside of her as his knot pulsed wildly in her grip, Sarah closed her eyes and listened to the dog panting and yelping in rapture as she moaned blissfully along with him. Still cumming, still squirting, and stopping just a few fleeting moments before he too was fully spent.

Afterwards, just ten or fifteen seconds after Victor was done, his eyes widened. He gasped, and began to murmur an apology as he started to roll off of where he was lying atop his girlfriend. Or rather, his wife to be.

She blushed. She shook her head, and saw his eyes widen, felt his cock twitch in surprise and excitement when her legs looped around his own and held him in place against her.

“It's okay. I... m-maybe in a bit. But... right now, I like this."

Many times, after they made love, Sarah needed a little space. A little time just to decompress from so much feeling, so much sensation all at once. That was why they tended to stick to non-penetrative sex, and why even when they did have it, they made absolutely certain not to end up knotted.

Today though, whether it was the fact that her brain had already been through so many ups and downs that day, or if it was a raw boost of pure endorphins from the proposal, the fact that they were technically [i]engaged[/i] now, or perhaps just a random accident of how her brain chemistry and mood had aligned in the instants immediately following the end of her orgasm, Sarah felt less of a need to take a quiet, solitary moment. Instead, she was happy just to be quiet right there, in her husband-to-be's arms. To feel his stiffness inside her. The wet warmth of his cum. The weight of his body. His breathing, and... his tears, dripping down onto her own damp, weeping face.

They didn't speak, but they giggled as they looked at one another, both crying, both beaming from ear to ear as they did so.

Sarah felt her husband-to-be caress her lower back underneath the fabric of her hoodie. Victor felt his wife-to-be's pussy quiver once again around his spent but still rigid erection, even as her hand fell away from his knot and playfully rubbed one cheek of his firm ass.

“Wanna play some more FFXIV after?"

Sarah murmured a minute or so later. It was a sincere question, but when she felt the dalmatian tense up beneath her, she realised what was about to happen. She snorted.

“Oh god. You don't have to..."

But, it was too late. He absolutely did. And, she loved him for it. She loved Victor, her husband-to-be, so, so much, because even now... especially now, as they lay together so intimate and sexy, after agreeing to get married at the end of a very different Valentine's Day than they had originally planned, there was only one way he could possibly answer that question from the woman of his dreams.

“You mean the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy fourteen? You know, you can play through the entirety of A Realm Reborn and the award winning Heavensward expansion..."

By Jeeves