Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dog_eat_dog) wrote2013-10-22 12:35 pm
dog_eat_dog) wrote2013-10-22 12:35 pm
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FICLET 026
Tess hates winter.
She honestly, truly does. Growing up with snowy winters could never prepare her for the yearly onslaught of blustering wind and endless chill and the strain of her muscles tensing up against the fucking cold. This is her fortieth winter and she still greets it like every other one before it: dreading, moaning, and griping, fuck winter.
Joel heaves an almost annoyed sigh every time she crawls into bed with him just to sap him of his bodily warmth. She nestles up against him, skin cold against his furnace-hot body, and he cringes every time she tucks her feet against his for warmth. She's a fucking heat vampire.
"I'm going to put ten heated blankets on my bed," she gripes. "I swear to god, ten of them."
"It's not that bad," Joel says. "Just one more blanket would do. Or stop sleeping naked."
"Clothes just make you colder," Tess says. "Seriously, it's like the difference between gloves and mittens."
"Tess," Joel rumbles, annoyed but endlessly tolerant. How he does it, she doesn't know. She must be the perfect catch to be worth putting up with, she thinks.
"Fucking Texan," Tess growls. "You just soaked in sunshine and deserts for like, thirty five fucking years. I never stood a chance."
"Go back to sleep," he says, rolling just enough to pin her. Tess wiggles under him, just enough to settle in, and he runs a warm hand along her abdomen, down to her groin. He cups her, one finger slipping between the folds of her vulva. His finger meanders for a little bit, just to get her worked up. He adds another finger when she starts pressing up against him.
"Can't sleep with you touching me like that," she says, a bit lower.
"Then settle for shutting up," Joel growls, then capturing her mouth in a kiss.
Tess isn't cold for much longer.
She honestly, truly does. Growing up with snowy winters could never prepare her for the yearly onslaught of blustering wind and endless chill and the strain of her muscles tensing up against the fucking cold. This is her fortieth winter and she still greets it like every other one before it: dreading, moaning, and griping, fuck winter.
Joel heaves an almost annoyed sigh every time she crawls into bed with him just to sap him of his bodily warmth. She nestles up against him, skin cold against his furnace-hot body, and he cringes every time she tucks her feet against his for warmth. She's a fucking heat vampire.
"I'm going to put ten heated blankets on my bed," she gripes. "I swear to god, ten of them."
"It's not that bad," Joel says. "Just one more blanket would do. Or stop sleeping naked."
"Clothes just make you colder," Tess says. "Seriously, it's like the difference between gloves and mittens."
"Tess," Joel rumbles, annoyed but endlessly tolerant. How he does it, she doesn't know. She must be the perfect catch to be worth putting up with, she thinks.
"Fucking Texan," Tess growls. "You just soaked in sunshine and deserts for like, thirty five fucking years. I never stood a chance."
"Go back to sleep," he says, rolling just enough to pin her. Tess wiggles under him, just enough to settle in, and he runs a warm hand along her abdomen, down to her groin. He cups her, one finger slipping between the folds of her vulva. His finger meanders for a little bit, just to get her worked up. He adds another finger when she starts pressing up against him.
"Can't sleep with you touching me like that," she says, a bit lower.
"Then settle for shutting up," Joel growls, then capturing her mouth in a kiss.
Tess isn't cold for much longer.