Dec 25, 2010 14:17
Juliet's curled up in bed, still early on Christmas morning, and she breathes deeply, stretching. She gets up for just a second to turn up the heat, and glances out of the window, noticing the snow. Crawling back into bed, she snuggles up against John, trying to wrap the comforter around her and still leave him some.
Her feet are freezing and she draws them up against John's thighs to warm them up.
john mcclane