My name is Kusine, and I am very happily addicted to Nunkies.  I have
 no wish to give up my addiction, but rather  wallow in it joyfully!

 This fantasy is for Patt, who is no doubt being drenched by Tropical
 Storm Danny as I write. 
 
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 It's Raining Nunkies: A Stormy Fantasy
 by Kusine Kaninchen

     You slam your front door befind you and drop your bag and the
 mail to the floor.  You had only a two second dash to the porch from
 the car, but you're as soaked as if you'd gone swimming with all your
 clothes on. 
  
     You collapse onto the couch, not caring that you're probably
 going to have a bunch of ugly watermarks when it dries.  You grab the
 beer bottle that's held in front of you.

     "Thanks," you say in relief and begin to chug it.

 "You're most welcome," THAT VOICE says from behind you.

     You immediately begin to choke on your beer and Nunkies pats you
 on the back.

     "Went down the wrong way, I imagine.  Nicholas used to do this,"
 he comments as you slowly regain control of your breathe-swallow
 distinctions.

     "Nunkies?" you ask as you slowly turn around.

     You sit mesmerized by the sight of His Handsome Paleness before
 you.  His hard body is tightly wrapped in leather trousers and a tight
 black t-shirt.  _Very_ tightly wrapped.

     "You must get out of those wet clothes--"

     Before he can finish his sentences, you have clambered over the
 couch, somehow managing to leave your clothes on the other side in a
 sopping heap.

     "Such eagerness...but you're shivering, _cherie_, come here and
 let me warm you up," he says sensously.

     You comply, and from the way he presses his leather-clad hips
 against your still-damp skin, you can tell you're in for a very
 un-PG-13 warming up...

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