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 wants to laugh again when she still doesn't stop wriggling and moving against him but he holds it back hard, because cracking up at this point would be a bit of a mood killer. Probably. Instead, he shifts the hand fisted into the covers at her side down to her hip, gripping and pressing her firmly into the bed. He lowers his mouth to her ear, still keeping her hands held above her head. "Hold still," he growls, and tries to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Not that this is any easier for him. But that's part of the fun of it.