Winter has set in and everything is white with snow and frost. The little river outside is completely frozen and no longer flows with the life that warmer temperatures bring. All the forest's animal inhabitants hide away into their warmest niches as the clouds roll in over the evening sky. As the sun fades beneath the horizon, the wind brings in the makings for a nasty winter blizzard.
The snowstorm silently and swiftly sneaks up on us, and before we can finish chopping wood for the night the snow is already coming down in big, fluffy flakes that swirl all around us. Both of us are working hard, and we have been all day. I think its time for some fun. When you are not looking I put aside my axe and quickly pack a snowball. Just as you turn around, arms full of wood; I take aim and make the toss. The snowball was no good, and it fell apart before it even reached you, but it doesn't matter because I get the reaction I wanted. You throw down your burden and immediately grab at the snow. Luckily the snow doesn't pack for you either because I don't run until after you throw it at me. I run behind a group of white birch and try to make a new snowball. I lose track of you in my haste, and by the time I have a snowball I no longer have a target. I step out from behind the trees to find you, and as soon as I expose myself I am hit in the arm by one of your snowballs. I turn and throw mine at you, but you are already running away and it falls short. I pursue and aim to capture. It is difficult running in heavy boots, but I get to you. I wrap my arms around your waist and I use my body-weight to pull you down to the snow. Snow flies as we struggle with each other until, well, I lose, as usual. I get stuck on my back and you have my arms pinned down. We're both laughing and breathing hard.
"Ok, you win," I pant. "Now, let me up, I'm cold." Futilely, I try free myself from your grasp.
"No, I think you deserve it. You started it." You laugh at me as I continue to fight.
"Please? It's really cold." I stick out my lower lip and look pleadingly into your eyes. When I feel you loosen you grip I wriggle free and you let me stand up. I look myself over and try to brush off the snow. "Let's go inside. I'm cold and hungry, and it looks like a storm is coming." You mock my whining by making high squeaking noises, tilting your head from side to side and sticking out your lower lip. I playfully give you a shove and grab one more load of wood.
I warm up some stew while you stoke the fireplace in the living, and bedroom; ready for a long, blustery winter night. As we eat, still in our sweaty, wet work clothes, I catch you staring at me.
"What?!" I drop my spoon on the table. Your eyes just drop to you bowl, and a big smile spreads across you face. "Is it my hair?" I put my hand on top of my head to discover it is a rat's nest. "Your hair would look like this too if you had any and wore a hat all day!" You just chuckle and continue eating your stew. "Fine, I'm going to take a bath." Then, in a more seductive voice, "Would you like to join me?" You pick up your bowl, down whatever was left in it, walk over to me, give me a little kiss on the cheek, and tell me you'll run the water right now. I smile as I watch you walk to the bathroom, and continue eating until I hear the water shut off.
I walk to the bedroom and lay out some warm pajamas, peel off my cold, wet clothes, and wrap myself in a towel. I go to the bath and you are already in the tub. I drop the towel and step into the hot, fragranced water. I sit down facing you.
"Ooh, that feels good, I needed this." I relax into the water as it warms my chilled bones.
"So did I." Your reply catches my attention and I see you staring at my breasts protruding above the bubbly water. I splash at you, but you catch my wrist. You pull me close for a kiss. I turn around and sit with my back against you and your arms wrapped around me. Although it would be nice, I know that we can't sit there forever, so I grab the mesh sponge and put some soap on it. I begin washing you arms along my own. We make small talk as I scrub you legs, then mine, all the way down to our toes. I wash around my neck and chest, and then I face you and scrub your neck and chest. I scrub down further until I get you to giggle and grab at my hands.
"Turn around I'll get your back." You obediently shift around and I scrub you back, and even the top of you head. You turn to face me again and take the sponge from my hand. You tell me to turn around, and I twist so that you can wash my back. I put conditioner in my hair and pull out the tangles.
I dip my head under the water to rinse it all out, and when I come back up you pull me against your chest, and hold me tightly to you. I turn my neck and kiss you softly on the lips. I feel your tongue on my lips and open my mouth in response. I bring my hand up on the side of the tub so I can turn around to face you. I feel your hand on my breast, and it is soft and wrinkled from the hot water. Then, I feel your hands wander lower, sliding down my back and grabbing my ass. I pull you closer to me and I can feel that your need is rising. I stand, abruptly, and step out of the tub. Your face is priceless. I pick up my towel and wrap it around me.
"After I dry off, will you help me put some lotion on my back?" I ask innocently. You stand and my eyes cannot help but be drawn to your manhood, sticking straight out at me accusingly.
"You're going to pay for this." You say under your breath. I start toward you aiming to snap you with my towel, but you run out the door and shut it behind you. I push on the door unsuccessfully.
"What did you say!? Let me out!" I can hear a chair sliding across the floor and in front of the door. After pounding on the door a few more times I give up and begin drying off with the towel.
I'm sitting on the toilet rubbing some lotion on my legs and trying to figure out what the hell you are doing out there. A few minutes ago I heard you walk by and then some music started coming through the door. Just then I hear a knock on the door.
"What are you doing out there? Let me out!"
"Settle down. Give me your towel."
"No, it's the only once I have. Give me some clothes and you can have the towel."
"Give me the towel first of you'll never get out of there." The door opens a crack and your hand protrudes through the crack. I hold up the towel to your hand and you pull it out the door.
"Now, give me my pajamas."