Thanksgiving Surprise 10.7
Title: Thanksgiving Surprise
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 82 Soul
Word Count: 2588
Rating: NC-17
Summary:Things heat up in the little cabin.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
We originally wrote this as a bonus fic awhile ago, but never posted it to the communities. We have since revised it.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Watching, Waiting, Wishing
It was Thanksgiving Day and the two men were prepping for a holiday to remember. While Robert set to begin making their feast, Alan went off to get wood to replenish their firewood supply. When he returned 15 minutes later with an armful, he closed the wooden door with his foot. "Hey love, it looks like we have another storm coming," he called out. Robert appeared in the archway a moment later, sleeves rolled up and flour dusting his shirt. "And you are looking very sexy. Maybe we can skip to desert?"
"No," Robert said, taking a step back. “You are going to get a proper Thanksgiving dinner. Bird is almost ready to be put in the oven, and I will be out soon. Want to get the fire set up?"
Alan went upstairs into the bedroom and grabbed a quilt and a few cushions, carrying them over to set in front of the fireplace. He paused to look out the window and saw that the sky was getting darker and the wind was increasing, the trees swaying back and forth from the power. As he watched, there was a bright flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. He counted as he walked to the kitchen, getting only to three before a crack of thunder and a surprised yelp from the kitchen was heard. He smiled and peered into the kitchen. "Looks like the storm is here. Do we have any candles?"
“Oh, no. The power is not going to go out.”
Alan walked up to Robert and wrapped his arms around his waist giving him a hug from behind, nibbling on his ear. "Dinner might be a lost cause.”
Robert leaned back and rested the back of his head on Alan’s shoulder. “But the power didn’t go out during that last storm. Besides, we’ve been planning this forever.”
“Looks worse outside and I am a man of simple tastes, I can eat alfresco."
Robert chuckled. “I’m not giving up on this dinner,” as if mocking him, the lights flickered, “yet.”
Alan kissed his cheek. “Just remember, the cook doesn’t go down with his kitchen. I’ll go hunt down some candles. Will be waiting for you,” he purred into Robert’s ear before hurrying out of the kitchen. He started looking around in random drawers until he finally found a cache. They were dusty, but would work nicely. There were vanilla, sandalwood, and gardenia. After taking a nice whiff and cursing no plain ones, Alan settled on sandalwood and looked for places to set them up. He wasn’t ready to light them up yet until they actually lost power or when it was time for dinner, whichever came first.
On his way back to the fireplace, the lights flickered off for a few seconds and Alan stubbed his toe on the coffee table in the unexpected dark. It figured that it would be the same side as his mostly-healed sprained ankle. He hopped on one foot to the couch and sat, rubbing the feeling back into it, and biting back a string of curses.
“Are you okay out there?”
“Toe on table collision.”
“Survivors?”
“Questionable.” Alan paused. “Not coming out to kiss them better?”
“Nope.”
Alan limped towards the fireplace, grumbling about uncaring boyfriends, then went about starting the fire. After the threat of the flames dying was gone, Alan spread out the quilt and the two pillows, then removed all the books and knick knacks from the coffee table, dragging it near to eat off of. "Are you done yet?" he whined.
"Ten more minutes, I promise!" Robert called back.
Alan sighed and settled himself down on the nest he had made. He watched the flames dance around, getting lost in the memories of their time in London, sitting in front of his little fireplace playing truth or truth. Neither had been willing to dare a dare. It was one of his favorite nights. They had talked and shared their way though the evening and well into the night. Any stress or doubts that they might have had had vanished and Alan hoped that they could find that closeness again this week as well.
Back in the kitchen, Robert peeled and cut the potatoes, dropping them in the slightly salty water that was at a slow boil, and slid the tofukey into the oven, setting a timer to 20 minutes. He put the dishes in the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a bottle of wine and walking out into the living room. He looked around as he entered and was amused by the massive amount of candles that were on nearly every flat surface. Alan himself was staring into the fire as if hypnotized, and Robert watched for a moment, transfixed at the way the light of the flames danced off his skin. "Alan you romantic."
Alan jumped and turned around to see Robert gesture at all the candles. “The objective at the time was to lighten up things in the event of an outage, I’m afraid. Which looks like it could be at any moment.” As if to emphasize the point, the cabin lights flickered down low for a few moments before brightening again.
Robert rolled his eyes. "Alright my weather man. What else is going to happen?”
“Well…" Alan patted the spot next to him and motioned Robert over with a tilt of his head. When the other man had settled, Alan laid a hand on his thigh. "I think there will be a low pressure system moving through, with some a savage winds..." Alan scooted closer and trailed kisses up Robert’s neck. "Look for sudden storms to pass though..." He slid his hand up to the V of Robert’s crotch. “With some expected showers…” Alan shivered as he ghosted his hand across Robert’s growing erection, hearing the quick gasp of heated breath.
Robert reluctantly pushed back, "You are going to ruin your dinner if you have desert first."
“And here I thought I was just claiming my reward for predicting the weather." Alan leaned forward again, pressing his lips against Robert’s and pressing him back against some well-placed pillows. Robert arched up underneath, seeking friction, hands moving up Alan’s sides and across the fire-warmed skin on his back. Alan leaned down for a kiss.
When Robert was allowed air again, he moved his hands to Alan’s face and looked deep into his eyes. Putting as much meaning into his words as he could, he said, “Alan. I need to go check on the potatoes.”
Alan guided Robert's hand to his crotch before whispering, his voice as serious as Roberts’s, "I think you will find they are ready." Then Alan collapsed in a fit of giggles against Robert.
Between his own giggles and Alan’s full weight on his chest, Robert had a difficult time breathing. He finally had to shove Alan off. He rolled over to give Alan a kiss before standing. “A few minutes. Promise.” He had taken no more than three steps away when a bright flash of lightning lit up the outdoors, giving a perfect view of the windblown trees, and a deep rumble of thunder followed, causing the lights to flicker way down low. The lights made a valiant effort at reclaiming their brightness before growing dim again, then going out completely. Robert froze, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light of the fire.
“I guess dinner has been canceled by the powers that be?” Alan said cautiously, hoping that he wouldn’t have to witness a meltdown. He knew how important this one meal was to Robert.
Robert let out a frustrated groan when he was sure that the power wouldn’t be returning before he turned to look helplessly at Alan, unsure what to do.
“Damn those potatoes and full speed back here!” Alan proclaimed, trying to lighten the mood as he patted the pillows next to him.
With slumped shoulders, Robert walked back over and spread out on his back next to Alan. He didn’t speak, mind still back on the ruined dinner.
Alan sighed, feeling bad, and scooted closer. He slipped a warm hand up under Robert’s shirt to caress across his chest. “Next year,” he began, “we will pick a day with the perfectest weather and try this again.” He felt Robert slowly relaxing under his touches. “And I have something way better than Thanksgiving dinner for you tonight.” He encouraged Robert to raise up his arms so he could slip off his shirt, then leaned back so he could watch the light play off of Robert’s pale skin
Robert folded his hands behind his head and watched as Alan slowly licked his lips, then started removing his own shirt and pants. He was so busy watching Alan’s mouth for a glimpse of that tongue again, that the hands tugging at his jeans took him by surprise. Still, he obediently lifted his hips so the jeans could be lowered. He reached down to tug off his underwear when Alan batted his hands away to lay across him, so he rested his hands against Alan’s back instead, pulling him in closer and entwining their legs together. He felt Alan shift off to the side, hunting for something, but then lips were against his and he didn’t care.
Alan traced Robert’s lips with his tongue, quickly dipping inside the parted mouth, before kissing down to his throat. He ground their hips together as he lightly sucked, feeling the groan against his lips and nails digging into his back.
Suddenly, Alan rolled off, leaving Robert confused for a moment until he felt hands tugging him, pulling at him, to be on top. He complied, rolling to cover Alan’s body with his own, leaning down to plant a kiss on a shoulder before resting his head against it. He felt hands sliding down his back, toying with the band of his underwear before reaching inside to squeeze his ass. He groaned and tried to arch against the hands as his underwear was slipped off, exposing him to the chill, the fire’s light, and to Alan. He shivered as Alan touched him, desire starting to make him light headed. He felt Alan’s hands move to his front, touching him and extending him, making him grow harder. He resisted the urge to press against Alan and grind into his hip. The hands slipped away and Robert gasped as the warmth went with them. Before he had a chance to protest, he heard Alan tear open the condom wrapper and felt his hands rolling it onto him.
Pulling his head up off Alan’s shoulder, Robert looked into Alan’s eyes as the lube was slipped into his hand. Robert sat up and watched Alan shiver at the loss of body heat and ran a hand down his chest, reassuring him that there would be more heat before too long.
Alan became lost in the sensations of his hands as they skated across the skin and the warmth that wrapped around them from the fire, trembling with anticipation.
Robert deftly prepared Alan and slid into him, joining their bodies, feeling Alan’s hands wrap around him, hugging their bodies tightly together. They stayed motionless for 30 seconds, 60 seconds, 90 seconds…their bodies getting reacquainted and both men trying not to have this over before it began.
Alan tickled his fingers up Robert’s back and then moved, gently pressing his hips up against Robert. Robert exhaled a breath he did not know he was holding and nipped at Alan’s neck, meeting the motion with a downward roll of his own. Slowly they built, thrust upon thrust, grinding against each other, their hurried breaths forced out through gritted teeth in an attempt to not upset the silence that encased the room, mesmerized by the mixture of emotions, neither crying out for fear that it might break the spell that seemed to settle around them. Without power, all the artificial noise was gone, just the sounds of the logs in the fire burning away, cracking and popping, dissolving into embers and two bodies sliding against each other, skin upon skin, grunting and moaning dissolving into each other. A loud pop from the fire and a hard thrust and Alan gave up any sense of control, spilling across his stomach. Robert sped up, pressing harder and harder, his breath shallow, tumbling out of him until finally he arched his back and his body stilled. A long low groan finally slipped from his lips and he collapsed onto Alan.
Robert rolled off to the side, reaching behind him and grabbing the first item of clothing he could find. He cleaned off Alan’s still-heaving chest, then returned to his place, curled up next to Alan, his head resting on a warm firm chest and his hand searching for fingers to thread into. Their hearts slowed down and they listened to the rain as it started pounding on the roof again, providing a nice contrast to the warm fire.
Both were exhausted, enjoying the warmth of the room, but not yet sleepy. Robert glanced up at Alan’s face to find the eyes already looking down at him. He scooted up higher so they were at an equal level and gave Alan a kiss, pressing their foreheads together afterwards. He didn’t want to break the silence, but this seemed right. “Do you know what one of my favorite parts of Thanksgiving is?”
“If this doesn’t make the top of the list, I shall be deeply hurt.” Alan’s smile took the edge off the threat.
“Well, now it is. But I am talking about when the whole family gets together. Usually this is done before dinner, but as is ,our tradition we do everything backwards. He felt Alan pull him in tighter. We go around the table, saying what we are most thankful for.” Robert bit his lip. “Sounds cheesy doesn’t it?”
“Americans and their silly traditions. So,” Alan’s voice had gone quiet, “what are you thankful for?”
“I am thankful that us Americans have such a silly tradition so that I can spend a wonderful weekend with my favorite person in the world.”
Alan leaned over to give Robert a kiss, then he propped himself up on an elbow and dragged lazy circles against Robert’s skin as he thought. Finally he spoke, “I am thankful to have you as my friend and lover, these moments we spend together mean so much. I want you to know that this past year has been the best year of m’ life, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.” He wiped away a tear that had escaped from the corner of Robert's eye.
Robert was speechless. He swallowed a few times and tried to blink back the rest of his tears. Finally he reached up and hooked Alan’s neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss, pouring all the thoughts, feelings, and emotions that he couldn’t put to words into that single action. Quietly whispering, Alan could barely hear him above the sound of the rain pounding the small cabin, “I am thankful you took a risk and a chance and believed in me.”
Alan pulled back for air, staring down at Robert and tracing his finger across the red and swollen lips. He kissed him once more, lightly, and rested his head on Robert’s shoulder, feeling his arms wrapping across his back.
Laying back and both silently watching the fire turn to embers, they found all the warmth they needed in each other’s embrace.
10.08 Last Night
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Co-Location 10.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 82 Soul
Word Count: 2588
Rating: NC-17
Summary:Things heat up in the little cabin.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
We originally wrote this as a bonus fic awhile ago, but never posted it to the communities. We have since revised it.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Watching, Waiting, Wishing
It was Thanksgiving Day and the two men were prepping for a holiday to remember. While Robert set to begin making their feast, Alan went off to get wood to replenish their firewood supply. When he returned 15 minutes later with an armful, he closed the wooden door with his foot. "Hey love, it looks like we have another storm coming," he called out. Robert appeared in the archway a moment later, sleeves rolled up and flour dusting his shirt. "And you are looking very sexy. Maybe we can skip to desert?"
"No," Robert said, taking a step back. “You are going to get a proper Thanksgiving dinner. Bird is almost ready to be put in the oven, and I will be out soon. Want to get the fire set up?"
Alan went upstairs into the bedroom and grabbed a quilt and a few cushions, carrying them over to set in front of the fireplace. He paused to look out the window and saw that the sky was getting darker and the wind was increasing, the trees swaying back and forth from the power. As he watched, there was a bright flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. He counted as he walked to the kitchen, getting only to three before a crack of thunder and a surprised yelp from the kitchen was heard. He smiled and peered into the kitchen. "Looks like the storm is here. Do we have any candles?"
“Oh, no. The power is not going to go out.”
Alan walked up to Robert and wrapped his arms around his waist giving him a hug from behind, nibbling on his ear. "Dinner might be a lost cause.”
Robert leaned back and rested the back of his head on Alan’s shoulder. “But the power didn’t go out during that last storm. Besides, we’ve been planning this forever.”
“Looks worse outside and I am a man of simple tastes, I can eat alfresco."
Robert chuckled. “I’m not giving up on this dinner,” as if mocking him, the lights flickered, “yet.”
Alan kissed his cheek. “Just remember, the cook doesn’t go down with his kitchen. I’ll go hunt down some candles. Will be waiting for you,” he purred into Robert’s ear before hurrying out of the kitchen. He started looking around in random drawers until he finally found a cache. They were dusty, but would work nicely. There were vanilla, sandalwood, and gardenia. After taking a nice whiff and cursing no plain ones, Alan settled on sandalwood and looked for places to set them up. He wasn’t ready to light them up yet until they actually lost power or when it was time for dinner, whichever came first.
On his way back to the fireplace, the lights flickered off for a few seconds and Alan stubbed his toe on the coffee table in the unexpected dark. It figured that it would be the same side as his mostly-healed sprained ankle. He hopped on one foot to the couch and sat, rubbing the feeling back into it, and biting back a string of curses.
“Are you okay out there?”
“Toe on table collision.”
“Survivors?”
“Questionable.” Alan paused. “Not coming out to kiss them better?”
“Nope.”
Alan limped towards the fireplace, grumbling about uncaring boyfriends, then went about starting the fire. After the threat of the flames dying was gone, Alan spread out the quilt and the two pillows, then removed all the books and knick knacks from the coffee table, dragging it near to eat off of. "Are you done yet?" he whined.
"Ten more minutes, I promise!" Robert called back.
Alan sighed and settled himself down on the nest he had made. He watched the flames dance around, getting lost in the memories of their time in London, sitting in front of his little fireplace playing truth or truth. Neither had been willing to dare a dare. It was one of his favorite nights. They had talked and shared their way though the evening and well into the night. Any stress or doubts that they might have had had vanished and Alan hoped that they could find that closeness again this week as well.
Back in the kitchen, Robert peeled and cut the potatoes, dropping them in the slightly salty water that was at a slow boil, and slid the tofukey into the oven, setting a timer to 20 minutes. He put the dishes in the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a bottle of wine and walking out into the living room. He looked around as he entered and was amused by the massive amount of candles that were on nearly every flat surface. Alan himself was staring into the fire as if hypnotized, and Robert watched for a moment, transfixed at the way the light of the flames danced off his skin. "Alan you romantic."
Alan jumped and turned around to see Robert gesture at all the candles. “The objective at the time was to lighten up things in the event of an outage, I’m afraid. Which looks like it could be at any moment.” As if to emphasize the point, the cabin lights flickered down low for a few moments before brightening again.
Robert rolled his eyes. "Alright my weather man. What else is going to happen?”
“Well…" Alan patted the spot next to him and motioned Robert over with a tilt of his head. When the other man had settled, Alan laid a hand on his thigh. "I think there will be a low pressure system moving through, with some a savage winds..." Alan scooted closer and trailed kisses up Robert’s neck. "Look for sudden storms to pass though..." He slid his hand up to the V of Robert’s crotch. “With some expected showers…” Alan shivered as he ghosted his hand across Robert’s growing erection, hearing the quick gasp of heated breath.
Robert reluctantly pushed back, "You are going to ruin your dinner if you have desert first."
“And here I thought I was just claiming my reward for predicting the weather." Alan leaned forward again, pressing his lips against Robert’s and pressing him back against some well-placed pillows. Robert arched up underneath, seeking friction, hands moving up Alan’s sides and across the fire-warmed skin on his back. Alan leaned down for a kiss.
When Robert was allowed air again, he moved his hands to Alan’s face and looked deep into his eyes. Putting as much meaning into his words as he could, he said, “Alan. I need to go check on the potatoes.”
Alan guided Robert's hand to his crotch before whispering, his voice as serious as Roberts’s, "I think you will find they are ready." Then Alan collapsed in a fit of giggles against Robert.
Between his own giggles and Alan’s full weight on his chest, Robert had a difficult time breathing. He finally had to shove Alan off. He rolled over to give Alan a kiss before standing. “A few minutes. Promise.” He had taken no more than three steps away when a bright flash of lightning lit up the outdoors, giving a perfect view of the windblown trees, and a deep rumble of thunder followed, causing the lights to flicker way down low. The lights made a valiant effort at reclaiming their brightness before growing dim again, then going out completely. Robert froze, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light of the fire.
“I guess dinner has been canceled by the powers that be?” Alan said cautiously, hoping that he wouldn’t have to witness a meltdown. He knew how important this one meal was to Robert.
Robert let out a frustrated groan when he was sure that the power wouldn’t be returning before he turned to look helplessly at Alan, unsure what to do.
“Damn those potatoes and full speed back here!” Alan proclaimed, trying to lighten the mood as he patted the pillows next to him.
With slumped shoulders, Robert walked back over and spread out on his back next to Alan. He didn’t speak, mind still back on the ruined dinner.
Alan sighed, feeling bad, and scooted closer. He slipped a warm hand up under Robert’s shirt to caress across his chest. “Next year,” he began, “we will pick a day with the perfectest weather and try this again.” He felt Robert slowly relaxing under his touches. “And I have something way better than Thanksgiving dinner for you tonight.” He encouraged Robert to raise up his arms so he could slip off his shirt, then leaned back so he could watch the light play off of Robert’s pale skin
Robert folded his hands behind his head and watched as Alan slowly licked his lips, then started removing his own shirt and pants. He was so busy watching Alan’s mouth for a glimpse of that tongue again, that the hands tugging at his jeans took him by surprise. Still, he obediently lifted his hips so the jeans could be lowered. He reached down to tug off his underwear when Alan batted his hands away to lay across him, so he rested his hands against Alan’s back instead, pulling him in closer and entwining their legs together. He felt Alan shift off to the side, hunting for something, but then lips were against his and he didn’t care.
Alan traced Robert’s lips with his tongue, quickly dipping inside the parted mouth, before kissing down to his throat. He ground their hips together as he lightly sucked, feeling the groan against his lips and nails digging into his back.
Suddenly, Alan rolled off, leaving Robert confused for a moment until he felt hands tugging him, pulling at him, to be on top. He complied, rolling to cover Alan’s body with his own, leaning down to plant a kiss on a shoulder before resting his head against it. He felt hands sliding down his back, toying with the band of his underwear before reaching inside to squeeze his ass. He groaned and tried to arch against the hands as his underwear was slipped off, exposing him to the chill, the fire’s light, and to Alan. He shivered as Alan touched him, desire starting to make him light headed. He felt Alan’s hands move to his front, touching him and extending him, making him grow harder. He resisted the urge to press against Alan and grind into his hip. The hands slipped away and Robert gasped as the warmth went with them. Before he had a chance to protest, he heard Alan tear open the condom wrapper and felt his hands rolling it onto him.
Pulling his head up off Alan’s shoulder, Robert looked into Alan’s eyes as the lube was slipped into his hand. Robert sat up and watched Alan shiver at the loss of body heat and ran a hand down his chest, reassuring him that there would be more heat before too long.
Alan became lost in the sensations of his hands as they skated across the skin and the warmth that wrapped around them from the fire, trembling with anticipation.
Robert deftly prepared Alan and slid into him, joining their bodies, feeling Alan’s hands wrap around him, hugging their bodies tightly together. They stayed motionless for 30 seconds, 60 seconds, 90 seconds…their bodies getting reacquainted and both men trying not to have this over before it began.
Alan tickled his fingers up Robert’s back and then moved, gently pressing his hips up against Robert. Robert exhaled a breath he did not know he was holding and nipped at Alan’s neck, meeting the motion with a downward roll of his own. Slowly they built, thrust upon thrust, grinding against each other, their hurried breaths forced out through gritted teeth in an attempt to not upset the silence that encased the room, mesmerized by the mixture of emotions, neither crying out for fear that it might break the spell that seemed to settle around them. Without power, all the artificial noise was gone, just the sounds of the logs in the fire burning away, cracking and popping, dissolving into embers and two bodies sliding against each other, skin upon skin, grunting and moaning dissolving into each other. A loud pop from the fire and a hard thrust and Alan gave up any sense of control, spilling across his stomach. Robert sped up, pressing harder and harder, his breath shallow, tumbling out of him until finally he arched his back and his body stilled. A long low groan finally slipped from his lips and he collapsed onto Alan.
Robert rolled off to the side, reaching behind him and grabbing the first item of clothing he could find. He cleaned off Alan’s still-heaving chest, then returned to his place, curled up next to Alan, his head resting on a warm firm chest and his hand searching for fingers to thread into. Their hearts slowed down and they listened to the rain as it started pounding on the roof again, providing a nice contrast to the warm fire.
Both were exhausted, enjoying the warmth of the room, but not yet sleepy. Robert glanced up at Alan’s face to find the eyes already looking down at him. He scooted up higher so they were at an equal level and gave Alan a kiss, pressing their foreheads together afterwards. He didn’t want to break the silence, but this seemed right. “Do you know what one of my favorite parts of Thanksgiving is?”
“If this doesn’t make the top of the list, I shall be deeply hurt.” Alan’s smile took the edge off the threat.
“Well, now it is. But I am talking about when the whole family gets together. Usually this is done before dinner, but as is ,our tradition we do everything backwards. He felt Alan pull him in tighter. We go around the table, saying what we are most thankful for.” Robert bit his lip. “Sounds cheesy doesn’t it?”
“Americans and their silly traditions. So,” Alan’s voice had gone quiet, “what are you thankful for?”
“I am thankful that us Americans have such a silly tradition so that I can spend a wonderful weekend with my favorite person in the world.”
Alan leaned over to give Robert a kiss, then he propped himself up on an elbow and dragged lazy circles against Robert’s skin as he thought. Finally he spoke, “I am thankful to have you as my friend and lover, these moments we spend together mean so much. I want you to know that this past year has been the best year of m’ life, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.” He wiped away a tear that had escaped from the corner of Robert's eye.
Robert was speechless. He swallowed a few times and tried to blink back the rest of his tears. Finally he reached up and hooked Alan’s neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss, pouring all the thoughts, feelings, and emotions that he couldn’t put to words into that single action. Quietly whispering, Alan could barely hear him above the sound of the rain pounding the small cabin, “I am thankful you took a risk and a chance and believed in me.”
Alan pulled back for air, staring down at Robert and tracing his finger across the red and swollen lips. He kissed him once more, lightly, and rested his head on Robert’s shoulder, feeling his arms wrapping across his back.
Laying back and both silently watching the fire turn to embers, they found all the warmth they needed in each other’s embrace.
10.08 Last Night