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"A Little Snow" by Kulkum

“Is the big, bad agent afraid of a little snow?”

“I’m not afraid of snow,” the rabbit grumbled, narrowing his eyes at her teasing tone. Though it was impossible to stay mad at her, given that the ski suit she was wearing had baby blue, fur tight tights for pants. Tights that had a white stripe that ran right up the middle and hugged her crotch in a way that made his own ski suit feel like it was hugging his crotch. It was not fair how naked that made her look, which was why it took a moment for blue eyes to tear away from her rear and focus on her smiling muzzle. “I’m afraid of an insane vixen with a habit of stripping naked and vanishing into the snow to stalking me.”

“Me?” she replied, raising one paw to her chest with an expression of mock horror lighting her beautiful features.

“Yes, you,” he replied, sliding on the gloves that would keep his paws from freezing. She might have been made for the cold, but he had just spent three weeks in the Savanna District, so his winter coat was taking its sweet time growing in. “I still have frostbite on my ball sac.”

“Oh ho, really?” she said, grinned wickedly as she placed her paws on her hips. “Is that why you were moaning ‘Oh Skye, that’s so hot’ when I had said sac in my mouth last night?”

Narrowing his eyes as he pulled on the other glove, flexing his fingers slowly.

“Was that before or after I had you whining to empty said sac in and on you?” he commented dryly, succeeding in making her ears flick as the inside pinkened. When she blushed, it was very obvious, so he pressed on as he tapped the tip of his nose with one black gloved finger. “Ah. You’re right, of course. It was both.”

She huffed but said nothing, something she always did when she was flustered and at a loss for a good comeback, then turned her back on him with a flash of that glorious white tail to unlock the cabin door.

“See how much of that you get tonight, Agent Savage,” she said at last, though there was absolutely no strength of conviction behind the words. Especially when she stepped out into the cold and snow, something that always seemed to give her more energy than it had any right to. A little shiver of delight, not cold, race over her body before she glanced back at him and flicked her tail upward with a wicked grin. Then she grabbed her skis and headed off towards the slopes.

He stood where he was, watching her as she walked through her own environment with the sort of confidence and pure sensuality that only an artic fox could have in subzero temperatures and released a sigh before following.

“Worth freezing my balls off,” he muttered to himself as he stepped into the biting cold.

“I heard that!”