Nick's Captive Christmas - Christmas Is The Best It was cold. The temperature outside was hovering just below freezing, allowing the world beyond the windows to remain blanketed in the pristine white that only existed on days when no one had anywhere to go. Unmarked by the passage of tires or feet, at least this early in the morning, the fresh coating of snow continued to rise slowly as fat flakes fluttered by at a lazy but consistent pace. The windows and walls were no real barrier against the cold, of course. It had seeped into the bedroom until it seemed to radiate from the walls, causing even the surface of the blanket to be frigid to the touch.

This cold, however, didn’t really reach the gray bunny. Or, at the very least, it was overpowered by the warm cocoon she had wrapped herself in. A cocoon where the inside of that very same blanket was heated by the large furred body spooned behind her. Large paws that were wrapped possessively around her midriff, that long handsome muz