The cold weather that settled in overnight had not yet dissipated and she shivered as she awoke. The morning sun had not been warm enough to make for more comfortable weather but she struggled to get out of bed nonetheless. In the kitchen, she waited for the water to boil, perhaps her tea will make her feel better she thought as she stood against the counter, bundled in her thick night robe. The tea was helping a bit and she slowly approached the living room bay window. She had heard some rumbling in the distance and saw now that the snowploughs were going by.
She glanced at the driveway entrance and cursed under her breath. Both the road and sidewalk were cleared though the drive was completely blocked. "And I need the car this morning!" She muttered. She set her tea on the kitchen table and made her way back in the bedroom, where, he was still asleep. She envied him for that tiny moment, still wrapped up in warm sheets. She crawled in beside him and leaned to his ear. "Baby, wake up sweetie." He stirred a moment and grunted. "Hey baby." She whispered again and he looked at her with the smile she loved.
She kissed him softly and cuddled in his inviting embrace. He glanced at the time and stretched his arms out. "Sleep well?" He asked her. She nodded. "I did too I think." He ended and kissed her again.
"You're not going to like me very much in a minute." She mumbled. She knew too well that the idea of shovelling snow so early in the morning was not what he enjoyed.
"Why's that?" he asked. "We out of coffee or something?" he giggled lightly. She shook her head. "Then why?"
She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest and her eyes - her sad, forgive me look - hinted to him that she would ask something that he would not want to do. "Because I need the car in about an hour." Only silence followed.
Finally, he was feeling more awake and sat up on the bed. "How bad is it?" he asked, wondering of she had seen outside yet. He was beginning to feel the morning cold as well once the sheets were tossed aside. She groaned as their embrace was over and she moved to stand.
"Both ploughs passed. The drive is totally blocked." He let out a sigh and she watched him dress. "But I'll go make some coffee for you before you go out there." He did not see her smile but the thought was perfect. He stood at the living room bay window and let out another grunt, sipped his coffee and tried to prepare himself mentally for the cold onslaught he was about to face.
Her tea was finished and she came up behind him, wrapped her arms around him and held him. "Make sure you're dressed warmly enough. It looks bad out there." She told him as she glanced out and saw the frost on a car's windows across the street.
Bundled in his big winter coat and boots, he slipped his gloves on and threw on a tuque. He nodded to her, letting her know he was now ready and reached for the shovel beside the door. "I'll get you for this." He said and walked out into the -18 degree cold.
She watched him approach the drive and whispered as she held herself tightly; the open door had made her shiver again. "That's what you think." She smiled and stared out into the winter and her love began clearing the driveway.
He was taking his time clearing out the drive, not exerting himself too much but the cold was not welcoming. The worst was finally done and all that remained was cleaning off the car. When he was out of view, she returned to the kitchen and prepared another coffee for him. She heard the banging on the patio and knew he was shaking the snow from his boots and would come in. She brought the mug with her, holding it with both hands to take in its warmth and once more, the cold assailed her as he opened the door.
"Hurry up and close it!" She said to him as the cold bit at her. He did so and removed his gloves and boots.
"It is damn cold out there." he mumbled as he undressed. He took the cup in one hand and she watched him carefully. She stepped back and tried to avoid anything he'd try to do with his free hand, remembering well how he had shocked her last winter. "So now you can go get ready and you won't be late." He told her as he sipped at his drink.
She nodded and walked to the bedroom. He, slowly, followed behind her. He watched her disrobe and found his opportunity. "Here, let me help you with that." He whispered and reached for her night robe. When she went to place it in his offered hand, the hand shifted slightly and found its desired mark.
"Oh my God" she gasped loudly as his hand, still relatively cold, cupped her bare breast. She slapped at it but he held it there until he felt the result. When he did let go, he looked down at it and saw, with pleasure, her nipple was stiffly erect and around it, her dark areola had begun to ripple at the cold touch.
He smiled at what he had done and let her slap him playfully. "So beautiful" he whispered and reached for it again. She backed out of his reach.
"No, no! Don't you dare touch them again!" She retorted and reached for her bra. He leaned against the wall and watched her. "That's all the fun you'll get today." She added and with a teasing gesture, twisted her body left and right, her still exposed breasts swayed in both directions. His jaw fell open at the sight and when she put her bra on, he sighed.
"We'll see." He told her. "But it was so worth it." He added and again reached for her body.
"Ah. I said no." She giggled.
He shrugged and let her dress. His mind began racing with thoughts of how he could make her take back her words. But that was for later, when she would return from her appointment. "Thanks for the coffee, by the way." He told her as he finished it and after a warm hug and tender kiss, she too, walked out into the cold winter.
She turned the car towards the driveway and saw that he had continued to clear the space. She was glad that she didn't have to trudge thru the few inches of snow in her shoes but the still crisp air made her hurry towards the door. He was sitting cosily on the couch watching who knows what when she entered and slammed the door behind her. "It's not getting any warmer out there." She said thru her shivers and began to take her winter clothes off.
He watched her, smiling at her beauty and she approached him and with his light tapping on the cushion beside him, she sat down and instantly wanted to cuddle with him. When she clasped her hands together in front of her, he quickly shifted over to the opposite side of the couch, barely out of her reach and her surprise stopped her. "You really think I'm going to let you touch me now with those cold hands?" He snickered.
"But I'm cold. You know I don't like the cold." She slumped down and curled herself up as best she could on the sofa. "But if you don't want to warm me up, fine." She told him and stood. "I'll just go curl up in bed under the warm covers." She did not understand his sudden smile and walked away. "What the hell is this?" She yelled out. She stared at the bed when she came into the room. She stammered back to the living room and with some angry tone continued. "Why are the covers on the floor?" She asked him. He did not respond. "The bed is freezing!"
His grin did not sooth her anger and he stood to approach her. "I knew you would want to climb back in bed when you got home, the cold weather made that too obvious." He began and the two made their way back to the bed. "You dared threaten to not let us have more fun because of what I did to you this morning? Fine. I improvised." He finished, crossing his arms and his grin not letting up.
She picked up the covers and began making the bed. "Help me with this." She cursed at him. He wouldn't budge at first but reluctantly gave in and the bed was made proper in moments. His intention was well set in by now so it little mattered. "Why the bed?" She asked him when they finished. "What were you thinking?" She began undressing and pulled out some warmer clothes to wear around the house. When her blouse and bra were removed, he reached out to her and with some effort he managed to pull her down onto the bed, him resting above her.
If it wasn't for the passion in his kiss, she would have pushed him away and the sudden coldness of the sheet on her back didn't make for the moment to be truly pleasant. "For this" he whispered and passed a hand across her breast. Once more, he felt her nipple still erect with the cold and he pinched it lightly. She could not help but let out a moan.
"I knew that if I could get you onto this cold bed, it would bring about your best features." He told her as he looked at both her aching and stiff nipples. He lowered his head and kissed each one lightly. "I thought," He continued, "that you'd like me to warm you up this way." She finally smiled at him, the thought was a very welcoming one after all but she still wanted to get him back for his earlier teasing and this treachery with the cold bed.
She looked in the eyes for a moment and whispered, "You may like what you see there and yes, the cold affects me like that..." she lowered her hand from around his back to down between his legs. "But the cold affects you quite differently." She grinned wide. He staggered back at this and could only stare at her. She laughed at his silence and asked again, "What were you thinking?" She lay back on the bed and managed to cover her bare breasts with her arms and waited for any response.
It took him a good long moment to finally reply. "Because while I'm warming you up here, doing so will excite me nonetheless. Either way it's a win-win." He tried to sound convincing but he saw she was not buying it. His idea of the cold bed would certainly have caused problems for him but his passion for her breasts fogged that negative thought well out of his mind.
"So, if you can't do anything about warming me up now," she tried to push him aside so to stand. "I want to get changed into something that's actually warm." Finally he gave in and fell to her side. After putting on a thick sweater, she offered him a hand. "Besides, I told you you'd not get any more fun for what you did to me this morning and I meant it."
