Every now and again my darling feels the urgent need to drag me outside. And not just any outside. The SIBERIAN WILDERNESS. Why the hell did I have to go and purchase that first edition Blackbird Stealth Jet?

It is -10 outside, and I'm just hoping that there will be no wind chill factor. I'm fashionably dressed in my black leather trenchcoat, a red scarf and enough heavy clothes to fill an Eddie Bauer store. My crazy werechick is in the buff. But buff for her is a couple of inches of thick fur.

And she's enjoying this. Her "getting out and stretching," and "enjoying the peace of nature." It is dead quiet outside, as even the animals are indoors by the fire.

I smiled behind her back, and watched as she stretched, and took that first step.

Her right leg continued on its path, and right out from underneath her. Her surprised yelp echoed throughout the forest as she landed on her cute tush. With the grace of a practiced hunter, she sniffed the ground.

"Butter?"

She ran on all fours in a circle, sniffing trees, the ground, and a nearby frozen creek. "You've... buttered... NATURE?!?!"

She turned around to see what I've been doing while she was taking in the scenery. I was now sporting a double tank on my back, with the hose leading to the heavily modified flame thrower in my gauntlet-clad hands. Her jaw dropped as she gazed upon my protective mask.

My gut clenched as a flashback of a masked Anya tearing open my stomach with her claws temporarily blinded me.

I leveled the gun at her, "More and more things and people in the world..."

The torrent from the gun sent Anya flying into a tree, where she was pinned by the pressure. I gave her three seconds more.

Carefully, I walked over to my steaming hot, soaking wet Anya, who was rubbing her eyes and gasping for air.

In one motion, I lifted my protective mask, grabbed her muzzle and kissed her on the lips.

"...need to be slathered with butter."



Naviara feat. DK Dance - Forgive And Forget - Forgive And Forget

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narf = zort = poit