Another Nice Little Valentine's Day Story

>Through the piercing February cold, your hand remained warm as you walked with Natsuki through the park.
>"J-jesus, Anon, it's cold as fuck out here. I thought it was supposed to be spring already, didn't that stupid groundhog miss his shadow?" The girl shivered, walking closer to you and gripping your hand tighter, her ring pressing into your skin.
"Yeah, but Punxsutawney is a little punk bastard liar." You said through gritted teeth.
>"Why don't we just go home? We don't have to go somewhere for Valentine's, we can just play some games or something together."
"Yeah, alright. But I do want to grab something from up here, first." You gestured to where the path ahead turned through some trees.
>"Fine." She huddled even closer, and you stopped holding her hand, instead wrapping your arm around her shoulder to share your warmth.
>Just a little further, and you can really wow her.
>According to your greatest ally that isn't your wife, Google, a florist usually sets up his cart around this corner on Valentine's, and there's a really nice view of the city!
>That view and those flowers will make this all worthwhile, you thought as you rounded the corner.
>Scanning the area, you immediately felt the pangs of betrayal. First Phil, and now Google.
>The flower cart was nowhere to be found, and the view was only slightly nice with all the bare trees.
>You glanced to Natsuki, who seemed slightly confused but interested.
>Back-up plan time. Your eyes darted to the sides of the pathway, and you found your target.
>Leading her over to them, you knelt in front of small flowers with white bulbs hanging low to the ground, picking a few before standing back up and handing them to her.
>Then, you took her free hand and led her to the overlook, standing beside her.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Nat. You know why I brought you here, right?" You asked.
>"Uh..." She looked over the town, then to her flowers. "Not really?"
>Damn, you were hoping she'd give you a specific reason.
"It's because I proposed to you on that winter's day, and this showcases what our world looked like then. Those flowers symbolize a heart blooming through winter, how a love can survive anything." You bluffed, smiling.
>"Wow..."
"Yeah."
>"You're pretty good at coming up with shit on the spot. This isn't what you expected, was it?" She laughed.
"Yea- huh? What do you mean?"
>"Anon, come on. We've been together for a while now, I know when you're bullshitting. First off, while winter is pretty, your sentimental ass would much rather go for a fall overlook for when we first met. Second, do you know what these flowers are?"
"Uh... no." You sheepishly responded.
>"They're snowdrops. They represent hope, purity, and optimism, not that love stuff."
"Oh..." You forgot that Yuri knew a bunch about flowers, and probably told her at some point.
>"Buuuut..." She pulled you closer. "I do appreciate it. And the town does look nice; check it out, you can see where the snow stops about halfway through, and covers out of town a bit." She pointed.
>'Huh, that is pretty neat,' you thought.
>Standing in silence for a few moments, you enjoyed the view together before she started tugging you.
>"Alright, that's enough lovey dovey stuff here, it's too cold for that shit."
>Agreeing, you hurried back to your car with her, cranking up the heater and beginning your drive home.

>Rushing into the house, you both immediately start feverishly stripping.
>"Fuck, Anon!" Natsuki pants, ripping her jacket off and sticking her chest out.
"Oh, baby." You manage to get out, sliding your pants down.
>"I'm way too hot!"
"Yeah, me too."
>"Why'd you turn the heat up that high when we had so many layers on?" She asked, now down to her undies and a tank top, flopping onto the couch.
"I figured it was cold enough to warrant it! And then the dial got stuck..." You said, also managing to strip down to your underwear and a t-shirt. "I'm gonna grab my pajama pants and some water, you want some too?"
>"Yeah, and grab my pajama pants too, please." She responded, sinking further into the comfort of the sofa.
>You nodded, and set off into the house to retrieve your targets.
>Returning to the living room with two pairs of pajama pants and two glasses of water, you sat the glasses on the coffee table and handed her her pants before beginning to put your own on.
>"Thanks." She stood up and bent down to put her own pants on, before standing back up and looking at you. "So, what now?"
"Iunno, wanna watch something? Maybe 'Don't Touch Our Dokushokurabu?'" You suggested.
>"Oh, sure! I think we've got a few episodes to catch up on." She reaches down and picks up the remote, beginning her search through the TV guide for the show.
"Sweet, I'll be right back one more time."
>"Alrighty." She idly said.
>Retreating to your bedroom, you grabbed the scented candles off the bedside and lit them, carrying them back to the living room and setting them on the table beside the cups of water.
>"Jeez, loverboy." She rolled her eyes with a smirk. "You ready?"
"Yepyep." With that, she clicked the remote, turning the weebshit on and flooding the room with an incredibly catchy opening before flopping back down onto the couch and patting the seat next to her. "Nuhuh."
>"Nuhuh?" She questioned. Instantly, you knelt down and picked her up in a princess carry, bringing her over to a large chair to the side of the couch. "Woah!" She half-protested, gripping the remote as she was kidnapped.
>Sitting down, you sat her on your lap and rested back. This chair, more like a throne, was big enough for both of you to comfortably sit as long as you were snuggled close.
>Positioned across your lap, Natsuki looked at you for a moment before wrapping her right arm around your neck and bringing her left arm over her lap to hold your hand. Satisfied with her position, she sunk back into you, and the viewing commenced.

>About halfway into your second episode, you began to notice the girl on your lap again.
>Specifically, the way her tank top sat firmly against her chest. Did she take her bra off when you got home?
>Eyeing across the room at your pile of discarded clothes, you could spot a pink bra with frilly lace sticking out of it.
>Guess that mystery is solved. You tried to focus on the show, but your gaze kept falling back to those petite, clothed tits.
>Were her nipples hard?
>The thought of what lay beneath danced in your mind, and got the blood flowing in a particular direction.
>Natsuki laughed, and turned to you. "Did ya see that, Anon?"
>Your attention shot to her face.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did." You said with a small smile.
>"Oh?" She huffed with a smirk, letting her weight press against your lap. "Hmm. What did you see, exactly?"
"The show, obviously." You chuckled softly.
>"Right, the show." Her arm moved from around your neck to grabbing the back of the chair, and as she did so you couldn't help but look at the way her boobs settled in her shirt as she moved. "But not the anime, right?" She wiggled her ass against your defenseless bulge.
>You sighed.
"Ya caught me. I was looking at my beautiful girlfriend."
>"And what were you thinking about? Be specific, because I think I get the general idea of it." She continued to grind.
"I was thinking about lifting you up, just as you are, and fucking the shit out of you right here."
>"No shit?" She smirked again. "I was thinking about something like that a few seconds ago. Hmmmm..."
>She looked at you smugly and paused the anime, which prompted you to stand up and set her on her feet.
>Within seconds you were both naked, save for your rings, and back in your sitting position.
>You pulled her head close, and shoved your tongue in her mouth as her tongue assaulted yours.
>All the while, her thigh pushed against your dick, teasing it as it grew harder and harder.
>After a few minutes, you had had enough of the appetizer. On to the main course.
>You pulled away, and looked her in the eyes.
"You ready?"
>"Fuck me."
>With that, you moved your right arm to the back of her knees and your hand to her thigh, and your left arm and hand to her back, holding her in a princess carry. Lifting her up, she grabbed ahold of your member, and guided you inside.
>Immediately, you set to jackhammering her.
>"Oh gosh!" She shouted out, surprised at your gusto. Holding onto the back of the chair with her right hand, and your right hand with her left, she braced herself for the ride.
>The clapping of her cheeks hitting your thighs and your balls hitting her ass intensified as you pressed on, growing louder and louder as her love juices coated them.
>She looked back at you, and pulled your head onto her breast, forcing your mouth onto her nipple.
>You greedily complied, sucking and licking that soft mound.
>Her moans grew louder, and you began to moan into her as well.
>Then, she grew silent. A shuddering went through her, before she let out a primal roar of lust and tightened around you.
>Her climax triggered something within you, and you pulled your face off of her, letting out your own roar of love-filled thoughts as you slammed her down onto you.
>Your left hand shot up her back and pulled her head close so you could kiss her again as you shot rope after rope of warm seed directly into Natsuki's pussy, and she gladly kissed back as her hips rocked to milk you of all you had.
>After what seemed like forever, you were finished, and you fell back, still holding her.
>Panting in a sweaty mess, you looked up at her with love in your eyes, and felt that look reflecting back to you.
>"Jeez, Anon. We gotta sit in this chair more often." She laughed, and you laughed too.
"Happy Valentine's day, sweetheart." You said as she reclined back into you.
>"Back at ya. Now, you really do gotta see this part." She picked up the remote, and rewound the show.

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