Louise sat in her room trying to escape the constant noise of everyday life, the endless demands of her time. Shutting her door and block out the noise. She took off her clothes and put on her short nightshirt. She then lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. Escaping to her little bit of paradise.
In her mind she imaged a winters evening, fresh snow falling on to the ground, turning everything white. Sat on a large sofa in front of a roaring fire, feeling so warm and content. In the kitchen Fynn was heating up some mulled wine, Louise could smell the sweetness of it from where she was sitting. There was something magical festive about that smell coupled with fresh snow falling and a roaring fire.
Louise was soon joined on the sofa by Fynn bearing a hot mug of mulled wine for her to enjoy. She settled on the sofa snuggling up with Fynn, both watching as the snow fell on the trees around them feeling so at peace. Louise layer her head on Fynn's chest while he stroked her hair, he always had such power of making here feel so at ease and so relaxed. She finished her mug of wine, put the mug back on the table and kissed Fynn's soft lips, thanking him for the wine. He kissed her back, lightly at first, and then with more passion as his tongue teasing her lips then her mouth, intertwining with her own.