"Don't worry about it," you say, pulling the blanket up to your neck, "I'll do fine without it. Besides, it's not like you're rushing to get dressed either." You blush a little.
She gives a little snicker, "I don't really have anything that fits me when I'm like this. It's not very often I find myself entertaining guests while I'm a wolf."
She sits down on the couch next to you, a little huddled. You can tell she's still a little broken up about being dumped, as well as slightly uncomfortable being in front of you like this. You decide to shift a little closer to her, show her that you're comfortable with her like this. You scoot up to the point where the only thing separating the two of you is the blanket. She starts a bit when you put your hand on her thigh, and looks down on you while you look up, into her face, with a smile, "So, feeling better?" you ask.
"Yeah, a little. I'm really glad you came." She sniffs a bit.
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"
Kate doesn't answer, at least not verbally. Instead she just hugs you, lightly this time, and lets out a small murr, as you return the hug. The blanket managed to stay on your shoulders denying you from feeling her body, something you found you regretted a little.
After a brief while you two parted, and sat in silence for a bit. Finally you broke the ice, "So, uh, you wanna watch some TV or something?"
"Sure." Kate shrugged.
You were trying to wrap your mind around the absurdity of it all. Here you were, watching a cheesy action movie with your head resting against the shoulder of an honest to god werewolf, who happened to be your best friend. After the second commercial break Kate moved your clothes into the dryer. When she returned you offered her a spot under the blanket, which she eagerly accepted. You were surprised at how much you enjoyed her feel. It felt secure, like cuddling up to a giant teddy-bear. It was clear she appreciated your closeness, bringing an arm around your shoulder, and wrapping her tail around your waist. You leaned into each other, enjoying each other's warmth. Pretty soon she was her chipper self again, and you two were talking about the hunks on the screen.
"What about him?" You asked, as the male lead came on camera.
"Maybe twenty years ago!" She laughed, "Have you seen him lately? He got all old and flabby... Now that's a beautiful specimen!"
"Kate... That's a guard dog." You said, with a bit of hesitation.
"Yeah, but look at that coat!" She laughs, teasingly, to which you give a small punch in the arm. She makes an exaggerated gesture of pain, and looks at you with a pair of puppy dog eyes that could melt the north pole. It's the whimper that tops it off though, and sends you into a fit of laughing. You end up laughing so hard you tumble right off the sofa. Unfortunately for Kate, the blanket wrapped around the both of you drags her off the couch too, and the both of you land in a tangled, semi-clothed, laughing heap.
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