A/N: Hey guys and gals, I figured I would finish and upload this chapter before the weekend was over, trying to focus on the next chapter, going to give the basilisk some much needed love. Also going to probably have a crap load of smut in it so going to fight to pace it and not make it dreary and boring. Let me know any suggestions and I'm honestly amazed this story is going as long and getting the amount of attention it is. Thanks to everyone's critiques and suggestions.

'Fantastic, another overcast, gray dreary day here in new England…' Looking out the window, I took in the weather, just beginning to break free from what has been a long and cold winter. The snow covered yard hid the bountiful green grass, waiting patiently for spring to thaw it out. The snow soon gave away to a sharp drop where rocks replaced it, leading to a windswept beach, the sand partially frozen and a constant slush forming upon it. Watching the ice cold waves break against the shore, I sigh before turning off the hot water, listening to the flow as it disappears down the drain.

Without the noise from it, my cozy, warm house remains quite, the blanket of snow outside seeming to absorb all the sounds. Not often do I just laze about but every once in awhile you need to take some time to recharge and unwind.

I was actually about to when I heard a faint mewling, drift across the threshold to the living room, sounding from what I was guessing was the master bedroom. "Niiiiiiick…. Pleasssssseeeeee!"

Hearing the soft pleading, a smile curls into existence on my lips, my body following the soft cries, lightly padding my way over to the doorway to my bedroom. A mass of sheets and comforters lay there, strewn about on top of the mewling form, my savior once upon a time and shortly thereafter lover.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned against the doorframe. "You know, some of us are trying to get some things accomplished around here, I haven't even gone outside and taken care of the snow on the roof.. Maybe I should just go take care of that before..-" I pause mid-sentence when another emerged from the mass of blankets.

"Nick! come on, you don't have to do anything outside today. Come here.."

I can imagine the frustrated glare with her puffed up cheeks as she begged me to join her. Deciding to tease her a little more I resume. "Well, Brooke… someone's got to go outside at some point and take care of things. I remember when you used to tease me about hating the cold, but now it seems like you cant handle a nice warm house, let alone go out and be productive… What am I going to do with you..?"

Throwing the blankets off herself, I see the beauty that demands all my attention, her bright amber eyes looking pleadingly up at me. "You're going to come here and cuddle with me." I sigh and block out her happy hum when I move closer to crawl into bed with her.

Ten Years ago

It was a system shock when my family decided to move up to the northeast. Never mind the fact I have never lived on a coast and seen the ocean in my life, but the fact that now I had this huge body of water nearby that formed a rocky coast I could wander and explore whenever I wanted to.

The next surprise was the snow. I have heard of it, but never seen it in person. Living in the far south, I could skate by wearing jeans and t-shirts all year with the exception of rain and if it got a little too cold. So when I got to see with my own eyes my first powdery snow fall, I was amazed.

At first I would take short walks, the trips slowly growing longer and longer as I grew more bold. That's how it always seemed to go, where I finally would become bold enough to wander far enough away to find some really amazing spots. Also where I would make an almost fatal mistake.

I had wandered up far enough, about two or three miles when I discovered the mouth of a large river. So large, I think I a couple actually came down and branched out in the large stretch. Sandbars popped up randomly, trees managing to grow almost like a mangrove, the forest refusing to let the waterway control its position.

My breath wisped away from my face as I shivered, huddled against a large oak tree. Having wandered out into this winter wonderland, I had gotten the surprise of my life when the ice I had been walking on cracked and dumped me up to my chest in freezing cold water. Managing to scramble out of it, I carefully slide across the thicker ice until I had my back against a tree. Shivering from the cold I tried to remember which direction I came from.

Surrounded by the other trees and with the soft snow still falling in quite flakes, I couldn't tell which direction I had come from, just the sound of the crashing waves slightly muted by the trees and snow.

I remember just curling up against the tree, shivering while losing my cool, the urge to panic becoming stronger and stronger. I became so lost in my thoughts and sluggish I didn't hear the splashing as something drew closer. I just remember numbly finding myself looking into a pair of amber eyes, a young face looking me over, her words falling on deaf and frozen ears. All I could focus on were her bright, lively eyes and her golden blonde hair, falling around her shoulders. The only thing else i remember is closing my eyes and everything fading into nothing.

When I awoke I was in the hospital, my parents on both sides of me, my mother sobbing when she saw me come to. Apparently, I had blacked out when the girl found me in the woods, who had managed to find a way to keep me warm, getting me out of the woods and back down the beach. I wasn't sure how, but she had saved my life.

After spending some time with my family, the doctor came in and checked up on me, saying I should be cleared and with a clean bill of health after a night stay. Ushering my parents out of the room, I heard a couple random voices, before the door cracked open and a pair of bright amber eyes peeked around the door at me. Walking in was the same girl from before, wearing what looked like a large parka draped around her, except for the fact it had a hood and… paws.

Taking a closer look, it seemed to be a skin to a seal or something, filled with fur and looking very warm, the hood was off and it was draped more like a cap, with a pair of baggy sweats and a t-shirt seemingly hastily thrown on. She had come to the side of my bed, inspecting me just like I was doing to her before I heard here clear her throat. "Well, looks like you're ok. You seem pretty weak, getting so cold easily like that…"

I remain silent as I stare at her, face turning slightly red in embarrassment, before I decide to ignore it. "Yeah, thank you. That… that was you right?"

A bright smile is given in answer, before she put her hands on her hips. "Yup, I was out just hanging out in the grove before I heard the sound of someone going through the ice. I saw you get out and wander off. I thought you were going to leave and go dry off, but instead you curled up there shivering and didn't move for awhile."

"I didn't know how to get back.." I stare at her, slowly letting my gaze flicker to the ground, unsure of what to say. "Thank you.."

Her bright smile wavered for a second before she seemed to try and shrug it off, "Well you know, I figured I should help. I would feel bad if something happened cause someone couldn't stay warm, just don't expect me to share with you my skin just because I'm a selkie. Next time I'll smack you awake and make you walk in the cold."

That's how I was saved by and met Brooke. It was the beginning of our friendship that wouldn't stop growing. Soon I would spend my free time wandering the beach and hanging out with her, skipping rocks, talking and teasing each other.

Back in the Present

Over the time as we had spent more and more time, she had started to brag occasionally about how nice the skin was, their special seal skin clothing, which they wore while swimming and walking around occasionally. It would zip up to their hips where fur popped out, with a hood that could cover their backs and sleeves that turned into a glove/mitten mix they wore.

I remember her eventually offering to let me see how it felt when we were younger, zipping me into it with her, the warmth always washing across me and amazing me. With it she could swim in frigid waters almost like she was in the tropics, barely feeling the cold.

Over the years it slowly changed from show boating to her feeling cold, needing my body heat to help her get rid of the chill. Never made any sense to me, well at least at the time, until I started to notice the growing and noticeable female form that would press against my body, her warm breath on the nape of my neck or her arms wrapping around me.

Eventually she would ask me out, blaming me for her infatuation, being the first person, she allowed inside, the first person's body heat she felt against herself, making her feel the cold loneness without me. She was so adorable, her pouty face as she accused me that I decided I needed to take responsibility.

Heat flowed across my body as I felt Brooke tug my shirt up, having pulled me under the mass of blankets. Her skin was completely unzipped, fully exposing her. Her flawless skin, silky smooth begging to be touched as she tried to get as much contact with me as physically possible. Fighting my pants for a bit, she finally hooked her thumbs in my waistband and pulled off both my underwear and pants in one fell swoop.

Now that she was finished with that process, I slide my arounds around her, pulling her into a hug as I rolled her over with myself.

Pulling her 'skin' over us like a blanket, I breath in shakily as I nuzzle her neck, letting the heat of the situation wash over me, urging me to get as cozy and warm as possible with her.

Slipping her legs around mine and shifting her hips to press against mine, her bosom pressing up to my chest, she searched for my lips before leaving a gentle kiss. "You owe me some warmth, I intend to fully get what you owe me…"

Locking gazes with her, I lean in to capture her lips for a second before adding my response of a husky growl before I began to nibble on her neck. 'Well, who am I to deny my lady…' I think before I press firmly against her feeling a warm wetness, hands wandering. I would be sure to help her warm up, no doubt about that.