[ she curls into him as she attempts to kick her boots off, letting them fall over the side of the bed, breaking off from his lips to kiss up the line of his jaw. she's never precisely warm, but the chill starts to bleed away into the coziness of the room.

she's smiling, she can't stop smiling, and it's wonderful. she wraps her legs around his, and twists her hips a little to right herself with him beneath her.

...can't waste all that advice from Amaranth, after all. ]