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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He hisses a laugh at that and rolls his hips down against her, pressing her into the bed with his body and his eyes slip closed at the friction. "Think you were right about the clothes, though," he groans, and ducks his head again, biting lightly at her throat. He'll get to that. Really.