New Flavor for me
Maple Walnut #12. Cold Feet
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : winter 1255
Word Count : 378
Well, it's Valentine's time and my main couples are feeling neglected, so expect to see more of them in the near future. And thank you everyone who gave me ideas in roulette - they were all awesome and I had a really hard time choosing! Falootin, I'm going with yours, Maple Walnut looks tasty :)
Rune paused before the bed. The shadowy heap of covers rose and fell with a hearty, rhythmic rasping their occupant would most certainly deny ever making. He shrugged out of his robe, the mass of cloth swiftly pooling on the floor. Precariously balanced on one foot, he peeled a thick sock from the other. A hand on the mattress to steady himself, he repeated the process and the two fuzzy pieces joined the robe.
He pulled the heavy woolen tunic up over his head, catching his lip between his teeth with a sharp breath as the cool air met his skin. The garment soon met the rest in their heap. He squirmed as quickly as he could from his pants and dove for the bed before they hit the floor.
Buried under the covers in one quick thrust of his legs and a frantic pull of his hands to bring the thick blankets up to his neck, he let out a gasp at the warmth trapped there. He pressed himself to its source, the bare body nestled beside him, wrapped an arm around her middle, twined his legs in hers.
“Damn!” Her head shot up from the pillows beside him, red hair settling over pale skin, and Lyssa fixed him with a sleepy glare.
“What?”
Propping herself up on one arm, she peered over him at the pile of clothes discarded on the floor. “How?” she said, rubbing an eye with the back of her fist. “How is it possible?”
“Huh?” He clutched the blankets to his throat.
“You’re freezing,” said Lyssa, the last traces of sleep fading from her voice. She gave the other end of the bed a frown. “Your feet are like ice.”
Frowning himself, Rune rubbed his feet together beneath the covers. “Not everyone can be a human furnace.”
“All the same.” She shook her head at the heap of cloth on the floor. “You had how many layers? I just don’t see-”
“I know plenty of good ways to warm up,” he offered with a tentative smile.
Her eyes slid to his, a grin settling over her features. “You wake me up like that, you’d better,” she said, and a shiver ran through him that was, most definitely, not induced by the cold.
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : winter 1255
Word Count : 378
Well, it's Valentine's time and my main couples are feeling neglected, so expect to see more of them in the near future. And thank you everyone who gave me ideas in roulette - they were all awesome and I had a really hard time choosing! Falootin, I'm going with yours, Maple Walnut looks tasty :)
Rune paused before the bed. The shadowy heap of covers rose and fell with a hearty, rhythmic rasping their occupant would most certainly deny ever making. He shrugged out of his robe, the mass of cloth swiftly pooling on the floor. Precariously balanced on one foot, he peeled a thick sock from the other. A hand on the mattress to steady himself, he repeated the process and the two fuzzy pieces joined the robe.
He pulled the heavy woolen tunic up over his head, catching his lip between his teeth with a sharp breath as the cool air met his skin. The garment soon met the rest in their heap. He squirmed as quickly as he could from his pants and dove for the bed before they hit the floor.
Buried under the covers in one quick thrust of his legs and a frantic pull of his hands to bring the thick blankets up to his neck, he let out a gasp at the warmth trapped there. He pressed himself to its source, the bare body nestled beside him, wrapped an arm around her middle, twined his legs in hers.
“Damn!” Her head shot up from the pillows beside him, red hair settling over pale skin, and Lyssa fixed him with a sleepy glare.
“What?”
Propping herself up on one arm, she peered over him at the pile of clothes discarded on the floor. “How?” she said, rubbing an eye with the back of her fist. “How is it possible?”
“Huh?” He clutched the blankets to his throat.
“You’re freezing,” said Lyssa, the last traces of sleep fading from her voice. She gave the other end of the bed a frown. “Your feet are like ice.”
Frowning himself, Rune rubbed his feet together beneath the covers. “Not everyone can be a human furnace.”
“All the same.” She shook her head at the heap of cloth on the floor. “You had how many layers? I just don’t see-”
“I know plenty of good ways to warm up,” he offered with a tentative smile.
Her eyes slid to his, a grin settling over her features. “You wake me up like that, you’d better,” she said, and a shiver ran through him that was, most definitely, not induced by the cold.