A Happy Winter Part 1 of 3 (Luke and Emily)

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Snow fell hard as I turned off the engine of my car. It obscured everything past about five feet in any direction. Emily sighed as she pulled on her mittens and fur hat, pawing at my arm. I looked over at her and shrugged.

“This is it, I suppose, not much,” I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing.

“Can I have the keys? I wanna go inside and start a fire,” Emily said softly, looking up at me, “I bet it’s freezing in there.”

I handed her the key, attached to a green lanyard. She scrambled out of the car and up the front steps of the cabin. It was a single floor log cabin. I could barely make out a single window at the front of the house and a small porch. As I opened the front door, the wind hit me like a sack of bricks. It blew straight through my heavy coat and jeans, chilling me right to the bone. I made my way to the trunk of the car and pulled out both of our backpacks along with her suitcases. With a fair amount of effort, I dragged the baggage up the front steps and into the cabin.

On the inside, it was quite nice. It was a one room cabin with a large bear skin run across the floor. Emily was hunched over the fireplace, a small fire crackling softly. In one corner was a basin and an old iron furnace. Above it were some shelves full of old jars. On the other side of the bedroom was a large king sized bed with a beautifully handcrafted oak bed frame. I threw the bags onto the bed and sat down on the couch opposite the fireplace. After pulling off my shoes, I propped them up on the coffee table and closed my eyes.

“I am so, so, so fucking tired,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

Emily curled up in a ball next to me, laying down on my chest. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight, the subtle scent of perfume creeping into my nostrils. I smiled and kissed her dark hair, leaning my head on hers. She was wearing one of my college hoodies, black leggings, and white, fuzzy socks. Emily hummed softly as the fire grew in strength, warmth filling the small cabin.

I stroked her back gently, staring into the glowing fire. She kissed the back of my free hand and rested her head on my thigh. She pulled her phone out of her hoodie pocket and flicked through her apps, opening up Spotify. After a few minutes of searching she started to play *La Vie en rose*, as cliché as it was. The soft sound of French filled the cabin, a direct contrast to the bitter cold outside.

When you looked outside the window, all you could see was shades of white fluttering around, obscuring everything. I couldn’t even see my car, which was only ten feet away from the house. Emily scooched closer to me, trying desperately to warm up even more in the cold.

“This is nice, Luke,” she whispered, skipping to another soft and romantic song.

“Yeah. It is,” I said back, staring at the wall.

Emily pulled my arms around her back and sighed happily, burying her cold hands under my hoodie. I shivered and shifted slightly when I felt her icy hands on my stomach. Emily giggled and pressed them against me harder.

We sat on the couch for almost two hours, occasionally shifting to add logs to the fire or to pull a blanket over us. The snow had slowed into a gentle, but steady, flurry outside. Emily stood up and stretched, her stomach poking out from under the hoodie. She groaned softly as I stood up, tapping her ass gently. She hummed a chuckle and fell into my arms, planting a kiss on my lips.

I held her hips and tilted my head down to kiss her, pressing my lips to hers. She melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck as we swayed back and forth. I felt Emily’s tongue slip over my lips, pressing against my tongue. We pulled away from each other and made our way over to the bed, tossing the bags onto the ground.

Emily planted her hands on my chest and shoved me onto the bed. I fell onto the soft blankets with a soft thud and the entire bed creaked loud enough to wake the dead. It sounded like a dying animal every time I shifted on the bed. Both Emily and I burst out laughing as she snuggled next to me, pulling off her sweater and undershirt. I removed my hoodie and t-shirt, pulling her onto my lap with a loud creak.

She pulled her leggings off of her, tossing them onto the floor and straddled my lap. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them off of me, kicking them onto the floor. I slowly inched my way up to the pillows and laid my head on one, still kissing Emily. She pulled away from my lips and undid her bra, her beautiful breasts slipping out. I reached up and squeezed her b-cups gently, feeling her soft and silky flesh in my palm.

Emily leaned forward and leaned over me, both of her arms on either side of my head. Her hair dropped down around me, hanging down. She winked and leaned down further, kissing my forehead. She pressed her chin to my temple.

“You are all mine,” she whispered in my ear.

I felt lighting shoot down my spine.

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