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porter_inc) wrote2006-12-05 01:06 am
porter_inc) wrote2006-12-05 01:06 am
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100moods: Cold
The warmth of the house when we come in from the cold makes it feel as if I have pins pricking my face as my skin begins to heat. You look like you belong on a Christmas card, the picture of someone reveling in all the joys of winter. I love to see your cheeks so flushed, rosy from being outside in the cold, brisk winter air. Your hands are like ice when I help you peel off gloves soaked through from helping to build a snowman (and tossing some well-aimed snowballs), so I kiss them and tell you no touching any warm bits until your fingers have thawed. I smile at your red nose, stifling the urge to start whistling Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Kissing it and giving it a little nibble helps with that. Despite the wool hat you had pulled down over your head, your ears are pink and I can't help laughing when I kiss them and joke about little icicles hanging from them. I help you out of your wet coat, pausing to kiss your frozen lips before you help me out of mine. It's been a perfect winter day spent playing in the snow with Wendell and Blade. The back of my shirt's wet from the snow you shoved down there, but the back of your jeans shows the results of my revenge. We're both freezing and race deeper inside the house to warm up.
In the kitchen, you put the kettle on the stove so we can have some tea. In the living room, I stoke the fire, adding some wood to it to help heat the room a little faster. Wendell and Blade rush to curl up in front of the comforting glow, tired and cold from their playtime with us. When you come into the living room while we wait for the water to boil, I take your hands in mine and lead you over to the sofa. I rub your hands gently to warm them, then dodge quickly when you try to slip them under my shirt. The fire crackles and pops, making little Wendell start. He flashes me an annoyed look as he takes his position next to Blade again, blaming me for the sudden noise, I'm sure. There's a blanket on the back of the couch, but before I grab it, I take off my wet shirt and encourage you to get out of your wet things, too. When we're both free of our clothes, I wrap the blanket around us so we can huddle together for warmth. Still giggling about the oddly shaped snow thing we built together, I kiss you and inform you that you are hands down the best way to fight the cold. Then, putting my arms around you as you snuggle closer, I smile and kiss the top of your head, determined to keep you warm.
In the kitchen, you put the kettle on the stove so we can have some tea. In the living room, I stoke the fire, adding some wood to it to help heat the room a little faster. Wendell and Blade rush to curl up in front of the comforting glow, tired and cold from their playtime with us. When you come into the living room while we wait for the water to boil, I take your hands in mine and lead you over to the sofa. I rub your hands gently to warm them, then dodge quickly when you try to slip them under my shirt. The fire crackles and pops, making little Wendell start. He flashes me an annoyed look as he takes his position next to Blade again, blaming me for the sudden noise, I'm sure. There's a blanket on the back of the couch, but before I grab it, I take off my wet shirt and encourage you to get out of your wet things, too. When we're both free of our clothes, I wrap the blanket around us so we can huddle together for warmth. Still giggling about the oddly shaped snow thing we built together, I kiss you and inform you that you are hands down the best way to fight the cold. Then, putting my arms around you as you snuggle closer, I smile and kiss the top of your head, determined to keep you warm.