Karla and Warren's Tent in Glacia, Friday Night Fandom Time, Going on Winter

[not_a_parakeet]

It wasn't quite the thick of a Glacian winter just yet, but there was just enough chill in the air that getting to climb into a warm bedroll with someone to cuddle up to was one hell of a luxury, these days. There was snow on the ground out there, it was windy enough tonight that the walls of the tent rippled, and Warren actually found himself

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[glacial_witch]

Karla cuddled up close to him, fingers tracing idle designs on the pale skin of his chest. "Oh, I'm sure you do," she said. "I'm well-aware just how much you enjoy flying."

She gave him a naughty wink. "Considering how often I end up flat on my back when you finally land."

Now Karla, that was unfair. You were just as likely to end up in other positions, too!

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren chuckled at that, leaning down slightly so that he could press a kiss to the top of her head.

"Well, can you blame me? I spend plenty of time up there thinking about you, you know. What else is there for me to come back down to earth for?"

Frankly, he couldn't think of much.

[glacial_witch]

Karla leaned up to give him a lingering kiss. He hadn't gone flying today, but she didn't see why that had to stop them any.

"Oh, I dunno," she drawled, when she finally pulled away. "I think I'm a lot more interested in finding out what you think about me while you're up there."

[not_a_parakeet]

Well, it was cold out there. Flying tended to lose at least a couple of its charms when Glacia was doing its damnedest to live up to its name. Warren's lips were still pursed a little when she pulled away from that kiss, though. His thoughts were on anything but the weather.

"About how badly I want to be with you? About the way I feel when I am?"

She was probably looking for a few more specifics than that, Warren.