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His toes were cold.

As usual, when she stayed, Ned had fallen asleep wrapped around Rogue with his nose pushed agains the back of her neck, buried in her long, fragrant hair. And his toes were coldHe made a soft sound of protest and squirmed back under the

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Rogue made a sleepy noise of mock-protest. She loved being woken up by an affectionate Ned Coates, but lord did the man have grabby han- wait, why was it cold?

She blinked lifting her head from what had to be a goose down pillow and looked around his hut. Except it wasn't a hut, it was a... well, a cabin. She looked over her shoulder at Ned, confused, then back around, then she turned in his arms to press against him, because he was warm, too, and gave him a little shake.

"Hey," she said, scooting farther under the blanket until she was covered up to about the back of her head.

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Ned smoothed his hand down Rogue's back, ending just above the rise of her arse.

"Too early," he mumbled. "I'm a Nightwatchman. M'not good at mornings."

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"Ned Coates, take a look at what someone's done to your house," she said, arching an eyebrow. She looked down under the sheets after a moment because she'd gone to bed wearing very tiny, cotton soccer shorts and now was wearing oversized flannel pj bottoms that were riding up her legs.

"...Hey, now...!" she mumbled, snapping the thick comforter back down over herself. "What 'n the hell-? Oh mah God," she said, looking past Ned to the window, that had glass in it.

"Ned, would you look?"

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"I'm up," said Ned, sitting up and blinking blearily. "Gods, you're as bad as my mother."

He was quiet for a while after that.

"What...the..." He poked her in the arm with a chill finger. "You're not in a coma somewhere again, are you?"

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"No," Rogue said, giving him a severe eyebrow, "I'm right here and you best not go comparin' me to your momma again." She shimmied to the end of the bed and grabbed up one of several thick, soft blankets with various tartan designs off the top of it, and wrapped herself up as she stood so only her bare shoulders were visibly. She padded to the window, looking out.

"Well if that don't beat all," she murmured, eyes wide and sort of excited.

"Looks like it snowed two dang feet overnight. 'n our palm tree's gone."

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"We have a palm tree?" Ned rolled out of bed and padded over towards her, stark naked in the chill air. He stoo dbehind her and kissed her bare shoulder.

"...Bloody Hell." He arched an eyebrow. "That's...a lot of snow, ain't it?"

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"Yeah!" Rogue said, voice soft and excited and very young. "I bet th'whole place is like this!" She turned, taking a breath, and stopped, then grinned a bit.

"You're not properly dressed, sir," she drawled, opening the blanket and sliding it around him until she was pressed against him and had the blanket wrapped around them both.

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"Lady, I'm not properly dressed because you undressed me." He grinned and bent his head to kiss her, nudging forward just barely with his hips. "I think those are my trousers over there, aren't they?"

He grinned, sinking into the warmth of her body against him, and the brush of her breasts against his bare chest.

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Her eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him back. He had a way of completely derailing her thought process that she didn't half mind.

"Probably," she murmured, not bothering to look. She leaned against him and kissed him some more.

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"You're gonna have to wear more clothes," he teased, twisting his fingers through her hair as he kissed her, easing his thumb under the waistband of pyjama trousers. "Or you're gonna freeze to death."

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"Reckon I could say the same to you," Rogue said, leaning her head into his hand, flattening her palms against the skin of his back, fingers wrapped in blanket enough to keep it up around them.

"But I also reckon clothes ain't th'only way to keep warm." She didn't actually mean sex, exclusively, because just standing in the embrace with his arms around him was keeping her warm.

Not that she didn't mean sex. That was on her newly acquired list of things she liked.

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"Wear more clothes outside the house, don't I?" Ned grinned, slipping his hand down to palm against her arse warmly. "I've got business in hand right now, you might have noticed."

He grinned.

"Yeah, there is, isn't there?"

Watchmen are very very good at keeping warm.

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Rogue rested her cheek against Ned's shoulder, humming softly and tucking herself closer against him.

"My uniform adjusts to temperature enough for me to trek to the compound 'n get us some winter stuff," she murmured. "Haven't seen snow in ages." She tipped her face up, smiling a little, and brushed their mouths together.

"Guess we're gonna spend a lotta time inside."

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Ned was silent for a moment, a smile slipping across his face.

"Oh, gods," he said, in a deadpan voice. "What will we do?"

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She laughed, a bright peal of sound tinged with the huskiness of sleep and cold, and lifted her arms to slide them around his neck and gently butted the hip of her nose against the bridge of his.

"But we are gonna have to have a snowball fight. 'n build a snowman. Ooh!" she said, with a small start, "an' go sleddin' if I can find something that'll work. I love snow," she added, a bit embarrassedly. "Well. 's long as I've got someplace warm t'curl up afterwards."

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Ned pressed both hands underneath the waistband of her pajama trousers, palming her arse with both hands and squeezing firmly.

"We can do all that," he said. "We really can. But can we go back to bed right now?"