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[nothingtomiss]

Coming home from the club is harder than getting there in the first place. The snow's drifted in places, and his clothes, recently dried out, are soaked to the skin. All he wants to do is get into the house and change his boots and then he's going out again. He's not about to admit it but he's sat awake all night thinking about her (thinking

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[faithanbegorrah]

The movement wakes her up first, but it isn't until she registers that Brad's half frozen pants are pressing up against her bare legs that she's yanked fully into consciousness. It isn't pleasant.

"Faith an'--" She squirms away just enough to put space between his bloody pants and turns over enough to prop herself up on one elbow. "What were ye doin', standin' in the snow all bleedin' night?" There's no real heat in it, and Terry rubs her eyes, pushes hair out of her face and falls back next to Brad again. "Fell asleep," she mutters.

That much is obvious. She doesn't want to answer the question of why she's there just yet.

[nothingtomiss]

"There's a lot of snow on the ground," says Brad, looking amused as he leans in, carefully keeping his pants away from her this time and kisses the tip of her nose. There isn't one bit of her that isn't radiating heat.

He rolls onto his back and starts to kick out of his pants, burrowing under the covers beside her once he's down to his boxers. He remembers this feeling from Afghanistan; like his feet were never going to be warm again.

"Ended up stuck at the Catscratch Club through the worst it," he murmurs, reaching out for her with one arm.

[faithanbegorrah]

Terry's reluctant at first, but she lets Brad pull her closer because there's a reason she's here in the first place. She can deal with doing her best to warm him up.

"Ye waited it out at the strip club," she says, unimpressed, which comes as just a little bit of a surprise.

[nothingtomiss]

Brad wraps both arms around her, wincing when his burned nose burrows against her red hair.

"Had to take Helen back there after she fucked up her ankle and then the weather was too fucking shitty to leave. Believe me, I thought about it."

If Brad Colbert had had more experience with women who didn't earn by the hour, he might have been expecting that response.