Hut-cabin-thing christening

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It's as he pulls her into the cabin and kicks the door shut that he realizes that he hasn't had her here, not since the change occurred. There's something about a cabin that makes it seem cozier. And more conducive to this.

The interior is dim, lit only by the thin light from the one window, but that doesn't much matter. It's warm, and the pile of quilts that serves as his bed will be even warmer. He drops his jacket heedlessly onto the floor and hooks a hand around her waist, pulling her firmly against him and bending to capture her mouth with his, his other hand cupping her face. "Missed this," he growls.

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That tone of voice sends a shiver right through her, as she lies back on her bed, her blonde hair fanning out under her, her knees still bend, her feet slightly splayed and her hands resting lightly on her breasts.

It takes a lot of effort not to lift her head to watch him.