She laughed and leaned up to meet him halfway.

Their fingers, nimble although cold, were quick to remove each other's clothing, and just as dedicated to rediscovering and teasing each other, and although the tips of her fingers and toes and nose were as cold as ice, his familiar weight on top of her kept her warm enough.

It was only going to get hotter from here.

"Need you", she murmured, stroking gentle fingertips along the length of one arm. "Want you ... "