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Rik's timing proved to be off by a couple of minutes, and the incoming storm caught up to them and opened up just under minute before they got back. The sheer force of the wind and scale of the downpour however was so big that just a minute out in the gale was enough to soak the two foxes to the bone.

The Brough motorcycle was clumsily parked and locked in a shelter not too far away from Rik's block. He resolved to return it tomorrow morning when he dropped Kierra back at her beach. Taking the shivering arctic vixen's hand, Rik put a hand over his eyes and made a dash for his door, Kierra following close behind.

The doorway provided enough shelter from the rain that Rik had no need to rush fetching the keys from his pocket. He did rush though, causing him to drop them and waste valuable time trying to gain entrance when they could have already been in the warmth. He managed to jam the key in the lock eventually, hurriedly unlocking the door and opening it up so the two sodden foxes could stumble in.

Rik slammed the door behind them and leant back against it, relieved to be finally out of the storm. When he looked up, he saw a miserable looking arctic vixen glaring back at him. Her clothes and fur were soaked through. Her hair got the worst of it, causing the usually wavy snow white hair to droop in front of and stick to her face. Rik tried to supress a smirk, but Kierra could tell he found the sight funny.

"Ha friggity ha." She growled, shaking her head to move the strands of hair that were obscuring her vision. "Just remember that the more you stand there laughing the more water we get on your rug."

"Point taken." Rik replied, noticing that the damp spot where Kierra was standing was beginning to grow damper and wider with each passing moment. Chuckling a little, the fox made his way into the nearby bathroom and pulled out two towels. One he slung over his shoulder for the time being, the other he tossed to Kierra.

The arctic fox swiftly caught it and began to dry herself off with it. Rik did the same. Following drying his head and the outside of his jacket, he removed the leather jacket and slung it on one of the towel rails beside him. He did the same for his shirt before he dried his arms and torso. He picked up and put on a spare t-shirt he had left there earlier and kicked off his boots, now wearing just in a dry t-shirt and some relatively damp trousers. It was okay though, they weren't wet enough to cause any issues. Happy with his drying efforts, the fox turned to leave the bathroom and check on Kierra. When he did though, he was stopped firmly in his tracks.

Kierra's clothes had been dumped into a pile on the floor. Kierra herself, seeming to not give much that Rik was watching, stood in only a set of scarlet lingerie as she ran the towel over herself. Evidently the rain had more success going through Kierra's clothes than through Rik's, as most of the fur on her body was matted down with water. Guiltily though, Rik was kind of glad it did, else he wouldn't have had the chance to see her like this.

The pilot observed her keenly, taking in each and every aspect of her. Her trim physique, her lithe frame, her elegant movements and her stunning beauty overall. Shamefully, he had also taken in the proportions of her hips and bust. He couldn't help it. When he tried to steer his gaze away from her chest and towards her face, or God forbid another part of the room, he had already made the mental note that her bra was either a B or a C cup. He cursed himself for that. Once she was finished, the arctic fox wrapped the towel around her shoulders and looked up at him, giggling when she saw his dumbfounded expression.

"Don't act like you've never seen this before." She said, laughing and bridling afterwards. Rik tried to laugh along with her, trying to mask up the fact that actually he hadn't seen anything like it before. At least, not in real life, as he hadn't really got close enough to any girl to get this far; his collection of porn otherwise would have been an adequate example.

At a loss for words upon seeing the gorgeous nearly naked vixen, Rik shook his head and gestured to the bathroom, where a dressing gown was hung up.

"Want me t-to...um, get you a dressing gown... or something?" He spluttered nervously. Kierra grinned.

"Why so nervous?" She cooed as she put a hand on her hip and swished her tail a little.

"Because in all honesty I have no idea what else I should do."

Kierra simply smiled, "See, this is why I like you. You're so cute when you don't know what to do." The arctic vixen winked and turned around before Rik could respond. She bent over to pick up her clothes, giving the pilot a generous view of her rear. She chuckled, "A dressing gown will do just fine."

Rik, still relatively dazed, shook his head and turned around, though the image of Kierra flaunting her bottom at him remained etched into his memory. He sighed and plucked the dressing gown, a large navy blue robe with the RAF emblem on the left breast, from its hook and marched out again. Thankfully by the time he returned Kierra had finished her little spectacle and stood before him with a contented smile on her face. She took pride in her teasing him.

Rik handed her the dressing gown, trying his best to keep his eyes averted from her chest. Kierra thanked him and quickly slipped it on, expertly maintaining her bundle of clothes under her right arm as she did so. She handed the bundle to Rik when he offered to take them, and made to tie the belt of the gown as Rik ferried her clothes into the bathroom and set them out on the towel rail to dry.

He returned from the bathroom for the last time. When he stepped in, he only saw Kierra half seated on the edge of an armchair looking expectantly back at him.

For a few moments the two stood glancing at each other, the only sounds being the incessant pattering of rain on the windows and the occasional wail of wind or deep grumble of distant thunder. The sky was dark now, with only faint rays of light from a rising moon peeping through the gaps between the storm clouds. Rik, now realising that the date ended up totally askew, sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted this to turn out." He admitted. Kierra smirked a little.

"It's not your fault."

"Still, you're stuck here until tomorrow. I kinda feel I have to help get you back now, or at least find you a better place to stay."

"Seriously, I'm not that bothered." She said as she played with the one end of the dressing gown's belt. "If anything, I should be apologising to you for imposing like this."

"It's fine. I offered you to stay, you're not imposing." Rik said, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Honestly, I'm happy just to head to sleep now."

This surprised Rik, who thought that with all that flaunting Kierra would most likely want to stay up and tease him some more. Nonetheless, he accepted her decision. Besides, it was getting late and he wouldn't mind a good night's sleep.

"Gotcha." He replied, marching past Kierra and beckoning her to follow. He led her through a doorway not too far away. Through it was a decent sized room containing a coffee table, some outdated magazines, a couple of chairs, and a bed. The bed was larger than a single bed, but wasn't quite big enough to be considered a double. Two people could probably fit on it if they didn't mind close contact. Close contact however wasn't part of Rik's plan. The fox strode over to the bed and nicked one of the two pillows. He then turned back to the arctic vixen, beaming, and gestured to the bed with a slight bow.

"Your quarters, Mademoiselle."

"Oh, so now you can pronounce French?" She giggled. Rik simply grinned and shrugged.

"It's a well-known phrase, everyone can pronounce it." He replied, walking back out of the room again. Kierra raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, where are you sleeping?" She called out. He pointed to a couch placed in the room, close to the armchair that Kierra was leaning on earlier. Kierra shook her head. "I'll take the couch. You have the bed."

"Nah, it's okay." Rik replied as he idly tossed the pillow onto the couch and left in search of a blanket.

"Seriously, I'll sleep on the couch." Kierra protested. Rik returned from pillaging a storage cabinet near the bathroom for a blanket, which he lazily tossed over the top of the couch.

"You took the time of day to come to this island, you're the one stuck here, you're having the bed." He insisted, promptly flopping onto the couch as he said so. "Plus I haven't had this sofa that long. I need to break it in still."

Kierra rolled her eyes. Seeing that nothing more needed to be said, Rik pulled the blanket down over himself, happy to sleep in his clothes for the night. Seeing his adamant nature about being the gentleman, Kierra sighed and began close the door to the bedroom.

"Goodnight." She murmured.

"G'night." Rik replied. Upon hearing the door click shut behind her, the pilot sighed and crossed his arms behind his head as he tried to settle down.

Normally, he got to sleep relatively quickly when it was raining outside. He found the sound of rain, and other white noises, comforting the listen to when lying in bed. However, this was extremely hard to accomplish when visions of Kierra danced mischievously about in his mind. He grumbled and turned to the side, only to discover that the images hadn't gone away. In fact, they had become even more distracting, as the picture of her bending over spontaneously flew into his thoughts. He grumbled some more and angrily screwed his eyes shut.

It was going to be a long night.

* * *

As she promptly sat up in bed to the sound of the seagulls outside, Kierra stretched and yawned upon waking up. She looked around the strange environment, remembering that she'd fallen asleep at Rik's place. She smiled a little as she remembered him. He was odd, she concluded, but he was the loveable kind of odd.

She gracefully hopped out of bed and slipped on the dressing gown, what had until now been dumped lazily in the corner of the room, after she noticed the clock on the bedside table stated that it was half past eight in the morning. Dreary eyed, she opened the door and left the room. She found Rik sprawled uncomfortably across the couch. He was face down, with his limbs splayed out over the sides of the sofa and his head buried in the crook between the arm-rest and the cushion. She couldn't help but smirk a little. It was oddly entertaining to watch him sleep, especially in the awkward position he was in. On the other hand, she saw an opportunity to be had here.

The arctic fox quietly tip-toed her way over to the couch and knelt down beside it so that she was looking at the side of Rik's head. Swallowing down a snicker, she lightly shook his shoulder and whispered,

"Rik, honey, get up. It's time to go to school." In response, the pilot grumbled and moved his head the other way.

"Ergh, ten more minutes mum......oh, fuck you."

Kierra laughed, consequently falling back on her bottom as she did so. The pilot, tired from not having a great night's sleep, picked himself up and perched himself at the edge of the couch, half smiling.

"Well, good morning to you too." She replied as soon as she gained control over her laughing fit. She stood up and made her way over to the bathroom. She returned shortly afterwards, now wearing her own clothes. Her phone had been pulled from her pocket, and she was hammering away at the screen writing up a text message.

"Good sleep?" Rik asked as he still tried to muster up the strength to wake up fully, and not just fall back to sleep again.

"Mhmm." She replied upon hitting the 'send' button. Once done, she tucked the phone back in her pocket and looked back at him. "My boat's coming in an hour's time. I gotta cast off by then or I miss this dive I need to do. Until then, what do we do?"

"I dun-know." Rik admitted, trying to rub his eyes awake. "Breakfast?"

"Sure. Where?"

"Uhm... well, there's a cafe down the road if you want something like that."

"Sounds good."

Rik finally mustered enough strength to stand up. He stretched when he finally did, also loosing a yawn.

"Breakfast ends at around eleven o' clock," he began. "We probably have enough time to-"

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Rik cut himself short and looked over at the front door after the three urgent knocks sounded. Kierra looked at him questioningly, then up at the door. Rik sighed and wearily staggered his way over the door. He opened it, revealing that in the porch stood Aleksi.

The tiger was standing in his flight gear, clutching his helmet and g-vest in his right arm, while the other steadied himself as he leant against the doorframe.

"Combat exercise." He stated. Rik groaned.

"But I don't wanna do an exercise today." He whined. Aleksi raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you liked 'em."

"Not today I don't."

"Whatever," Aleksi said, pausing a moment before his eyes lit up. "Oh, hey. Did you get any photos?"

"Photos of what?"

"Of her. You know, you said you bagged that girl. Prove you got her, or do I get twenty dollars?"

Rik looked back at him quizzically, and stepped back a little to let Aleksi in. The tiger confidently strode in, pausing when he beheld Kierra still standing by the couch. He huffed and shook his head, shortly before he looked over at the male fox with a look that expressed 'not bad'.

"Nice one. Looks like I owe you twenty dollars." He said with a laugh, clasping Rik on the shoulder. The fox wasn't bothered by him, as he was too busy looking at Kierra.

Her expression was no longer joyous, and there was a tangible look of sadness and betrayal in her countenance. If Rik looked closely, he could just about make out a thin collective of moisture welling up in her right eye.

"Twenty dollars?" She spoke up, her speech pattern cracked and uneven. She sounded upset.

"What?" Rik asked helplessly.

"Twenty dollars for what? Am I some sort of game for you?" She growled as her fists balled. "It was all a bet if you could score or something?"

"What? No!" Rik protested. "Aleksi was just-"

"Don't." The arctic vixen shouted angrily. Rik stopped himself and looked at her with his ears pressed flat against his head. Without another word, Kierra grabbed her jacket and darted for the door. She angrily shouldered her way past each of them, and she held a hand to her face to stop them from seeing that she was on the verge of tears.

Rik didn't move for some time; he was far too busy trying to comprehend what just happened. When he finally processed it, Kierra had long disappeared out the door. He swore profoundly, skittered outside himself and stumbled out into the street. Kierra was halfway down the road, and was in a half-run.

"Kierra!" He yelled after her. He got no response, other than a single middle finger that she flicked at him from over her shoulder. Rik was prepared to run after her, but a powerful hand grabbing his left arm stopped him in his tracks. Aleksi was holding him back.

"We've got an exercise to do. We don't have time to sort this out." He explained. Rik tried to worm away from him, but the tiger held him firmly. "Let her cool down."

"No!" Rik retorted angrily. "I didn't get this far to let you fuck it up, you stupid shit!"

Hurt, Aleksi opened his mouth to speak again, only to be hurt physically when Rik's fist connected with his lower jaw.

The fox growled at his shaken friend, violently shook himself free of his grasp and made a ditch effort run for Kierra. However, two wandering crewman, a male raccoon and a female cat, belonging to the same airbase as Rik had been walking down the street too, and consequently had witnessed the entire spectacle. Thinking quickly, they spread their arms out and ordered Rik to stop. The fox was positive that he outranked them, but then again he wasn't in uniform.

The pilot hesitated and slowed down to work out a way past them, but that was when a powerful mass collided with him from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground. He landed with an audible crack, and soon Aleksi and the two crewmen were on top of him, pinning him down as they declared intent to arrest him.

Rik didn't hear them. Sound had been blocked out. All he was focused on now was watching the arctic vixen move further and further down the street, and further and further away from him. Eventually she disappeared entirely, and a single tear welled up in Rik's eye.

He'd had Kierra for not even one day, and now she was gone.