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Tugging on her coat Sirse made a few last minute adjustments to her wardrobe. The fit was well, though a little revealing in areas, and only with a few well placed heating packs was the cold kept at bay. Admiring her selection a twinge of guilt had crept over her as she pondered how much the winter gear had cost, yet she hoped Gus would like it. He, after all had encouraged her to wear the glove tight leggings that had become so popular with the changing season.
The fabric stretched with her legs as she walked, though she made sure to keep her now fluffed tail down, as to preserve a small amount of her modesty. He would no doubt like it, and that though made her smile. That and the small stash of snowballs she had been preparing while her lover slept. All she had to do was wait for him to step out of the safe, warm cabin, and right into firing range of her deadly artillery of ice and snow.

Around her the thick wet flakes danced in swirling motions, lighting on her nose and ears until she shook them off. She was tempted to wake him, but thought better of it, no, she would let him sleep as he had done for her, it was the least she could do especially with what she had planned for him this weekend.

Grinning, she packed another snowball and added it to her arsenal.

Description
Tugging on her coat Sirse made a few last minute adjustments to her wardrobe. The fit was well, though a little revealing in areas, and only with a few well placed heating packs was the cold kept at bay. Admiring her selection a twinge of guilt had crept over her as she pondered how much the winter gear had cost, yet she hoped Gus would like it. He, after all had encouraged her to wear the glove tight leggings that had become so popular with the changing season.
The fabric stretched with her legs as she walked, though she made sure to keep her now fluffed tail down, as to preserve a small amount of her modesty. He would no doubt like it, and that though made her smile. That and the small stash of snowballs she had been preparing while her lover slept. All she had to do was wait for him to step out of the safe, warm cabin, and right into firing range of her deadly artillery of ice and snow.

Around her the thick wet flakes danced in swirling motions, lighting on her nose and ears until she shook them off. She was tempted to wake him, but thought better of it, no, she would let him sleep as he had done for her, it was the least she could do especially with what she had planned for him this weekend.

Grinning, she packed another snowball and added it to her arsenal.