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The street lights roll over the cab from the air port. The flight back was delayed quite considerably due to to the snow storms moving through the midwest affecting visibility. Even now you could only see a few meters ahead. You pull into your snow covered drive way, pay the cabbie and retrieve you luggage from the boot, leaving a trail with the small, plastic wheels right up to the door of your house.
You sigh as you slide your key into the tumbler, a cloud of hot breath floats about you. In all honesty, you have been dreading the return home. These buisness trips interstate happen maybe twice a year, but have never lasted a month and a half. You told Snuffy that you were only going to be gone for two weeks, though when the store's manager had an accident, you had take over their duties temporarily as the most reliable employee until they recovered fully.
The signs weren't good. She hadn't sent you single text since when you updated her on the situation. All attempts to call went to voicemail before eventually being barred entirely.
Snuffy has been a supportive and respectful partner throughout your relationship. You found that you could talk over most speed bumps in a reasonable manner and fuck out any lingering brain worms. Even that one time when she got tipsy, completely destroying your masculinity when Coqui and Meat came to stay for the week by explaining in graphic detail how she pegged you the night before with a horse cock strap on forever earning you the nickname of "Stable Boy" from the duo, which quickly spread throughout 3am.
There was no light coming from the windows, apart from the faint glow of blue light coming from Snuffy's office. You could hear Kimchi and Reeses scratching the door. You unlock the door, entering the darkness, you pat the cats and set down your bags, before hitting the switch. You're a little worried about the state of your home when your eyes adjust.
There's bags of trash piled in the corner of the kitchen, fast food wrappers on the coffee table and beer cans littering the place. The cupboards are empty apart from tins of cat food, the fridge just has three cartons worth of premixed apple whiskey in it.
Snuffy has spiralled before when you went away on a buisness trip, but never to this extent. You check her Twitch channel and see that she is currently streaming Final Fantasy XIV again. You decide not to interrupt her. Snuffy and you had an agreement to not knock on the door of her office unless it was an emergency to not upset chat.
You wander the house and find more troubling scenes: there is a printed A4 picture of you on the night stand next to Snuffy's side of the stained, bare matress. The clothes hamper in the laundry has been tipped all over the tiled floor, noticeably all your casual clothes are absent. You find them piled into a makeshift bed all over the couch in your office with her depression balled up on top. A bottle of your good scotch with a quart left stands by it. You hear a strong buzzing sound and see the still slimy bullet vibrator running on the floor. Obviously, Snuffy has been nesting here while you've been away.
You stand infront of the door of her office, but can't bring yourself to knock. Behind it you can hear her giggling. You sit down, leaning your back on the surface listening to her yap about everything. It is the first time you've heard her in six weeks. You feel warm inside and eventually nod off...
Later, you get shocked awake after you fall backwards, splayed out on the carpet. Snuffy is standing over you, her feet at your head wearing nothing but one of your baggy shirts and an old pair of panties. Her hair is messy and her aroma is pungent; a mixture of alcohol, fast food and sweat.
Looking down on you her expression is mixed. You can see she is going through it hard; anger, embarrassment, sadness and finally pure joy that makes tears well up in her eyes. Snuffy steps over you, turns around and sits on your lap. She unbuttons your dress shirt, pulls you up to take off your cotton singlet and uses her depression talons to rake your chest softly.
You feel her tears fall on your skin. She puts her weight upon you and weeps loudly. She manages to whimper out a single sentence, "Please don't leave me for so long again." You run your fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead spewing all apologies under the sun.
Together, Snuffy and you cuddle in the sad girl nest she made in your office for that night only. You share the last quart of scotch and eat out her hairy cunt lovingly until you both pass out, trying to not be weirded out while the cats watch.
When daylight comes, you are woken up with a hot plate with a full breakfast being placed on your chest. Snuffy is standing over you with a smile on her face, looking all refreshed, wearing form fitting "Mom jeans" exaggerating her butt and a flannel. "Goodmorning babe. What are we doing today?" she asks, stabbing a piece of bacon with a fork and moving it to your mouth.
