Yuri's Homecoming
So, after the steamy love fest that was chapter 7, this is going to be a bit shorter by comparison, since I have a plan in my head to have T&A go on their honeymoon from chapters 10-15.
Now that certainly does not mean that chapters 8&9 will be filler, not by any means, simply put, the next 2 chapters won't be focusing on T&A, but rather, in the case of this chapter I will be focusing on Yuri, and a special surprise for chapter 9 that I will save for then.
Now, because these two chapters will be focusing on different characters besides the main pair, I want to make it clear that I am doing this to flesh out some of the introduced background characters and elaborate on their individual stories.
Also, this chapter takes place 4 days after the wedding.
With all of that said, please enjoy!
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Yuri awoke in her hotel bed, memories of the day previous flooding her mind, Roxxy and Elena, the newlyweds little poolside nap, it all brought a smile to her face. Rolling onto her back, Yuri made note of her room being otherwise vacant, her bed buddies, Jacky, a 6 foot tall snow leopard Furry, and Mary a bubbly 5'3 Bunny Furry had already formed quite the bond, already Yuri could tell that they had hit it off.
Yuri for her part was waking up in her hotel room that she had been staying in for the last 4 days, the Siberian woman would miss this room, but presently, she missed her own home that she shared with her mother even more.
Speaking of her mother, Yuri's com was ringing. She picked it up and saw that indeed it was from her mother, she pressed the button to accept the call, which brought her mother's image on the small screen, sitting up on the bed.
Yuri knew that she was currently quite nude, but she had not one problem with her mother seeing her as such, after all, they were lovers, they had seen each other in the throes of passion more than she dared to count.
And indeed, Natasha Degtyarev was able to see her daughter via the coms camera, and she was indeed every inch as nude as her daughter. The Elder woman was nearing her mid forties, yet looked significantly younger, not to mention that since she and her daughter had the exact same shade of hair they could have been mistaken as sisters rather than mother and daughter.
And of course, they were quite the loving pair, "Yuri, my darling how are you?" the extremely thick eastern Russian accent of Natasha flowed from her mouth, her pronunciation much like her daughters, hard emphasis on the R's highlighting her snowbound ancestry.
"I am doing well Mama, I am sorry that I didn't call you before," the younger blonde said with a slight flush to her tanned visage, "do not worry my darling, I understand that you are busy, I just worry about you." Natasha said with a comforting look and tone, which only intensified her daughters flushing.
"I will be home tonight mama, I promise" Yuri said with a slight stutter "I will have a hot meal ready for you when you get home darling." Her mother said with a smile that could melt the tundra, as well as Yuri's heart.
She blew a kiss to her mother onscreen, and received one in return, "Love you Mama." "Love you too darling." They exchanged as they always did, before they closed the link, before Yuri wiped a small tear from her eye, before she hopped in the shower and cleaned herself off, making sure that her hair was arranged in a tight braid of silken silver blonde.
Gathering up her things, Yuri straightened her "outfit", which consisted solely of straw sandals and a straw hat, the rest of her tanned skin openly on display, her skin bronzed by the Florida sun.
As she exited the elevator and turned over her room key, she noticed once again that she was receiving many a glance in her direction, to which she happily accepted, before she walked out the sliding doors of the hotel, her sandals protecting her bare feet from the hard hot cobblestones paving the way to the hotel parking lot, as she deposited her bags in the trunk of her cruiser, which was currently in "off duty" mode, the outer appearance without any insignias of the I.C.P.D. or any of the lights on display.
Sliding into the driver's seat, she quickly clicked on the cruisers engines and radio, which was set to play soothing instrumental music by a prominent violinist, Michiru Ten'oh(nee Kaioh) and her wife, a Pianist by the name of Haruka Ten'oh.
As she listened to the beautiful duet performed by the pair, she let her eyes scan the rode as she drove, her mind filled with excitement, she had enjoyed the wedding to be sure, but she was feeling rather homesick after not being able to see her mother these past 5 days, and her mind was already remembering the steamy sequence of events that had proceeded her departure to St. Augustine for the wedding.
Her mother's silken lips on her then pale skin, nearly white as freshly fallen snow, turning rosy over every inch as her mother had kissed and licked between her daughter's thighs. The way her mother knew all of her weak spots, how to drive her wild with just a touch, lick or hot needy breath on her intimate flesh.
Shaking her mind clear of the arousal cobwebs, she directed her cruiser to the Smith's residence, and parking her cruiser in front of their house and sliding off her sandals and hat, she tapped her com and once again donned her skintight uniform. She knocked on the door, and within seconds it was opened, and to her surprise, it was Elena who opened the door.
The squirrel Furry was previously 5'2 the day before when she had been in the thickest part of her heat, and now, she stood 5'4, her petite figure having stayed proportional to her height. That is, except for her bosom, which had gone from flat to modest B cups like her older sister Roxxy. To be frank, if Roxxy and Elena hadn't been different types of Furrys, they would have been mistaken for twins, and beautiful ones at that.
"Elena, I see you are feeling much better" the elder woman said to the blushing girl in the doorway. Elena didn't know where to look on the taller blonde woman, as she didn't want to stare awkwardly at the policewoman's stunning features, yet didn't want to ogle her body either. Yuri noticed this and gave a soft smile to the younger girl as she bent down to look the girl directly in the eyes.
"I am happy that you are ok sweetie, and congratulations, I know that it was hard, but you made it through" she said before kissing the young girls forehead, which caused the young girls thin facial fur to reveal her bright red face, a sight that made Yuri's heart flutter. Yuri noticed that Mr. & Mrs. Smith standing behind their daughter in the hallway, small smiles on their faces as they looked on.
"Hello sir, madam" she said to them to which they answered back, "I am happy that Elena is alright, if I may ask, where is Roxxy?" she asked with a curious expression. "She is upstairs sleeping" Mrs. Smith responded, "up all night watching and taking care of Elena".
Yuri felt her heart flutter again, the idea that Roxxy was up all night taking care of her sister was heartwarming, and had brought memories to her from when she was a child growing up, her mother coming into her room every night to comfort her daughter until she fell asleep in her mother's arms.
Wiping her eyes and saying her goodbyes, she left a note with the parents to be given to Roxxy that had her personal contact info on it, in case they ever needed any more help from her. She waved goodbye, set her cruiser into drive and went on her way.
A short 10 minutes later, she set her cruiser into high speed mode as it reached the interstate system, which allowed for the cars to be accelerated at speeds exceeding two hundred miles per hour, after the driver punched in the exit they wished to get off at, which would then be automatically directed to, allowing Yuri to arrive from St. Augustine to her home in Orlando in a fraction of the time it would have taken many years before.
In what seemed like no time at all, Yuri retook control and exited the interstate, her cruiser gearing down to slower levels, as she navigated the hovering cruiser over the busy streets into the un crowded skyway, before too long, she spotted the house that she had been raised in from birth, a respectable 4 bedroom, 3 ½ bathroom two story house was old fashioned on the outside, but had been retrofitted to be modern on the inside, it's simple blue roof and white walls with cyan accented window frames a pleasing sight to Yuri's eyes.
She straightened her hat back on her head, the wide brim shading her head from the afternoon heat. As she walked up the path from the driveway to the front door, she suddenly saw the door open, and a second later a high speed ball of fluff ran out to meet her.
Said ball of fluff was an adorable husky puppy, and from the looks of it, he wasn't any older than a few months at most, as he was still tiny, the tags on his collar the same size as its little ears. Yuri knelt down and saw that the puppy was very affectionate, as soon as she got low enough; the puppy jumped into her arms and proceeded to lick her face and snuggle up against her.
"Hello there little one" she said as she took a moment to check the name on the tags "Ivan, little Ivan, who do you belong to I wonder." "He belongs to you."
The accent of the older Siberian woman was music to her daughters ears, her eyes locking onto her the seductively mature figure of her mother. The mature woman smiled warmly at her beloved daughter, bringing a furious blush to her face. Yuri realized what her mother meant by her statement, and looked down at the small puppy, her face breaking out into a broad smile, lighting up her face, hugging the puppy close to her chest, the texture of his fur tickling her skin.
"Come on inside sweetie, I have dinner all ready for you and little Ivan." As they walked inside, a simple, open living room met Yuri's eyes. From the doorway there was a very wide open space, instead of a couch or chairs there were large cushions strewn all about, large enough for a person to sit and lay upon, and they were very comfortable for makeshift bedding if need be.
Along the walls there were several framed posters, all of them featured the same person, Natasha, in her youth, posing for various magazine and newspaper covers, as magazines and newspapers had essentially become synonymous by that time. What was notable about the photos was that all of them featured Natasha baring it all uncensored right on the front covers, some shots her body was turned so as to just barely obscure or cover her intimate areas without censor bars. But as the dates went further along, so too did the level of full frontal exposure slowly increase, until Natasha eventually became the first woman to ever pose in full frontal nudity on the cover of TIME magazine in the year 2048, when she was only 18 years old.
Yuri looked at these framed images with a measure of pride, her mother had worked hard all her life to provide for herself, and when she had Yuri, she had worked even harder, putting in multiple interviews and photo shoots in the same days. But Natasha had been retired for five years now, as she had saved up plenty of money to settle down, and she was making the most of it.
Yuri was still cradling little Ivan in her arms as she walked from the spacious living room into the kitchen in the back of the house, and as her mother had promised, there sat a piping hot meal ready for Yuri to dig into. The Slavic cop gently crouched down to let Ivan hop out of her arms, the hyperactive puppy running back and forth between the rooms. Yuri couldn't help but let a giggle out at the sight of the adorable husky lost to his own glee.
As she stood back to her full height, she felt a soft pair of hands reach around and hug her tightly from behind, her mother's slightly shorter frame pressing into her back, her plump matronly breasts not even remotely sagging despite her mid 40s age, her snowy white skin still firm and healthy as it was twenty years prior.
Yuri placed her hands on her mother's as they clasped around her waist, feeling the silken skin of the Slavic seductress that was and is her mother. She steeled her nerves and swallowed her butterflies, "Mother" she said with her accent becoming a slight bit thicker than normal, as it always did when she was alone with her mother, "Я очень рад видеть вас моя дорогая."("I am very glad to see you my dear.") The elder silver blonde whispered in her daughter's ear.
Sometimes the lovers preferred to make love in their first language, and Yuri would occasionally forget that she was still speaking Russian when she had to go back to work, not that anyone was bothered by it. "Я сделал вам ваш любимый мой любимая дочь, жареная говядина и борщ." ("I made your favorite my beloved daughter, roast beef and borscht.") Her mother said with another whisper, her pale fingers of one hand tracing the pattern of the heart tattoo with the word "Mommy" in English within it, the fingers of the other hand tracing the intricate Russian script just above her daughters taut behind, the text read "Из России с любовью" ("From Russia with love"), before the teasing fingers swiftly left the younger woman's tanned skin.
"Sorry darling, I am getting impatient in my old age" the pale complexions of the older woman reddening slightly as her urges were reigned in. "Mother, you aren't old in the slightest" your replied back, and cemented her statement by pulling her mother close for a heated kiss, the kind shared only between lovers.
No more words were spoken as Yuri happily dug in to the meal her mother had painstakingly cooked just for her, but she couldn't help but slip little Ivan a tiny slice of beef, the puppy nuzzling her legs in thanks, before he raced off to the cozy bed that Natasha had bought for him, snuggling comfortably in the thick padded cradle.
Yuri felt her heart flutter as she adored the puppy, but as soon as she finished her meal, she put the plates in the wash, and turned off the lights, heading upstairs to her own bedroom, as she and her mother would often switch between beds, and Yuri's room, while not as large as the master bedroom still had a double sized bed.
It wouldn't be long before Natasha would join her daughter in her bedroom that night, many moans, sighs, gasps, and cries of passion would be shared between them that night, little Ivan sleeping soundly in the master bedroom like a good puppy, letting his mommies have some quality time that would last into the morning light.
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Jeeze, even when I try to keep it short I end up with nearly 3000 words, I don't know whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. In that case, I leave it up to you, my readers to decide.
And if you don't like the fact that I didn't actually write out the passion between Yuri and Natasha, I didn't want to focus on sex this chapter, this was a tiny welcome home present to her character, I thought it would be appropriate to give them a little privacy ;)
Thank you all again for reading, next time I update this fic, I have a very special surprise in store for you, but until then, consider my lips sealed.
