Hut-cabin-thing christening

[forthedog]

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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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When he gets to the bed he kneels, still in camo and his t-shirt, and looks at her for a long moment before laying a hand softly on her throat, resting there for a moment and then stroking downward, over her collarbones, between her breasts and over her ribs and stopping just at her lower belly. His face is carefully impassive and he might be thinking, but he isn't. He knows what he's going to do.

"I love you," he says, because he wants her to know.