Commission story 9: Snowed in.
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AN: Commission for Cimar, who wanted a fanfic of our duo snuggling inside during a snowstorm.
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Judy woke early in the morning. It was the last day of their little ski holiday, and they planned to stay the night in their cabin before getting up early for the long drive back. Fingers crossed, sixteen hours later they'd be home, late in the evening with just enough time to unpack, ready for work the next day.
Judy was happy to go back, though she did admit that she'd like her holiday to carry on just a little bit longer. Regardless, duty called, and the pair had to get up and going. She nudged Nick hard, the fox snorting and snoring before waking with a start. "Get dressed sleepyfox," she said, as he mumbled. "You can sleep in the car until we get to Salt Lick City."
He mumbled some more about the pancake place he'd heard about there, where they planned to breakfast up and plug him with coffee, ready for his stint at the wheel. Half four in the morning was quite simply too early for a fox to function properly, but by ten in the morning he should be good. Still, time to get going, and he followed Judy out into the lounge of their little cabin. Though it was a days drive to Aspden and a days back, it had been a steal given that the chalet they were hiring was free. Apparently Chief Ramic owned it, usually letting Eliot and Chloe Fanghanel have one week free a year. A little talk down the grapevine, and they'd been given the chance too.
However, that week was now over, and it was time for the bunny fox pair to head home. As he grabbed the bags, she marched up to the door and opened it…
-Revealing a wall of snow in front of them.
Nick, still a decaffeinated zombie, walked straight into it with a satisfying crunch. There was a pause, before he began to snore.
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"Carrots?" Nick asked, slowly coming too on the couch. He sniffed the air a few times. "No salt in the air… An hour to go until pancakes?"
"Actually, you can have some now," she said, slipping a massive plate under his nose. He blinked a few times, waking up and ready to dig in, only for his mind to play catch up with him. He looked around the cabin he was sure they'd left behind, the windows all dark out and the fire burning, before he looked at Judy.
"Can you just give me the tl;dr?"
"Snowed in, possibly for a few days, staying here and snuggling instead."
He then watched as she walked up, slipping under his blanket and cosying up to him, a favour he returned by wrapping his tail around her. "What does buffalo butt think?"
"At first vague rumblings about parking duty. Now he's hired a snow plough and is flying out here personally to pick us up."
"And how much snuggling time does that leave us with?"
"Oh, at least a dozen more hours," she said, smiling.
Nick smiled back. "I'm afraid to say that that's far too few."
"Well," she said back, stroking under his chin before moving to scratch one of his ears. "Let's go make the most of it."
Nick gave her a playful lick on the nose, before giving her a little hug and kiss, and the two snuggled and cuddled for the rest of the day.
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Outside, the snow was slowly drifting down, with the exception of the area around their cabin. There it was piling down, a huge blizzard of fine mist being blasted out. Just up the hill, a whole barrage of snow cannons were busy at work, a white wolf standing by them. Nodding as he saw everything going to plan, he pulled out his phone and rang a number.
"Chief Ramic."
"Eliot?"
"Mission accomplished!"
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AN: And here we have the dynamic duo enjoying an extended ski break thanks to Mr Eliot Fanghanel. In contrast to me, who's no longer having a ski break this year thanks to Mr Corona Virus. Am I bitter? Yes, yes I am.