Title: HSU - Baby, It's Cold Outside
Author: Emmy
Rating: CG (Cuddly General)
Notes: It's an ABH so go on with your cuddling self.

You groan in protest as a distant noise rouses you out of slumber. Registering the chill in the room, you snuggle down into the nest of your featherbed and soft, cozy flannel sheets, snuggling even closer into the safe warmth of the firm, comforting body next to you.

Sighing happily as his arms tighten around you, you press your cheek against his bare chest, inhaling the scent of him.

You could live on this forever.

Suddenly his muscles twitch, "Your nose is cold," he protests with a slight chuckle.

"Well, what happened to the heat?" you reply, reaching up and placing a hand against your cold hair. Burrowing down further under the covers, you add, "It feels like camping."

You feel him smile against the top of your head, his inhalations as he kisses your hair. "I seem to recall quite a bit of heat in here last night," he purrs.

Giving him a naughty little giggle in response, "And you thought you were too tired."

"You have an uncanny way of inspiring me," he drawls.

"Of course I do," you say. "Now gimme heat."

"Well, if you insist," he says teasingly, rolling you onto your back and stretching out on top of you as he kisses you quite thoroughly.

You whimper as your breath leaves you when he finally raises his head. Taking several moments to reclaim your rational thought, you finally speak. "The other kind of heat, silly," you say with a sweet smile.

One eyebrow arches, as he can't help but doing, "Are you complaining?"

"Yes," you say with a quiet laugh.

He turns his head, glancing over to the wall. You hear a soft click, which causes you to smile.

"Happy now?" he says, eyebrow still perfectly arched, giving him that you-are-so-difficult-but-I-adore-you-anyway expression.

"Well--" Your words are cut off as he kisses you again, a warm tingle buzzing through you all the way to your toes. "I'm hungry, too," you whisper against his lips as they slides across yours.

"I like you hungry," he says, his voice deep in his throat.

~*~

"I'm still hungry," you whisper in his ear, feeling his breathing beginning to slow again as his panting against your neck turns to satisfied sighs.

"You are an insatiable, naughty little girl," he replies, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Hash browns."

"Pahdon me?"

"I want hash browns."

His head rises, and he looks into your eyes. "Alright," he says with a soft smile. "Let's get dressed, and I'll take you out to breakfast."

"But it's all cold and snowy out there," you say, your bottom lip pouting.

He pauses for a moment. "You want me to make you breakfast?" he saya, his face scrunched up in a you're-not-serious expression.

Your face suddenly forms into a very cute and irresistible smile.

"Breakfast in bed, I suppose," he sighs with feigned exasperation.

"Uh-huh," you respond, your smile growing cuter as you nod your head.

"If you weren't so adorable, I--"

"Yes yes, I know," you say, patting him on the arm. "But I am, so...breakfast?"

His put-upon expression finally breaks into a smile. "Of course," he says rolling off of you and tossing back the covers.

"Hey!" you respond, grabbing the covers back over yourself. "Coldness!"

"Wuss," he says, walking over to the thermostat and turning up the heat.

You laugh at the sound of him saying that word.

"Am I crazy to assume that you *do* have potatoes in your kitchen?"

"Oh, I'm sure I must," you say.

He raises both eyebrows at you.

"Yeah yeah," you say. "In the bottom drawer next to the pantry. And you might want to put some pants on before turning on that stove."

He glances in all directions around the room. "Well....I don't see them."

You give him a naughty smile. "I think they're in the living room, remember?"

"Ah yes," he says, returning your smile with a killer one of his own.

"But there are some pants and a T-shirt in that second drawer," you say, pointing to your dresser.

He turns around and opens the drawer. "Ah, I was wondering what happened to those," he says, pulling out the flannel, Blackwatch plaid, drawstring pants.

"Silly General," you say.

Tying the drawstring and then pulling the T-shirt over his head, mussing his hair in a most appealing manner, he leans over the bed and kisses you. "Silly grrl."

You smile at him and say, "Hand me the top?"

He steps back over to the dresser and pulls out the flannel top to his pajamas that he never really wears and tosses it to you. "Would you care to supervise?"

You pull the pajama top on and reply, "The floor is cold in there," as you pull the covers up to your waist, prop yourself comfortably on pillows, and grab the TV remote off your nightstand.

"Just keep my spot warm then," he says, turning and walking into the kitchen.

"You say the word, and I'll warm your spot, baby," you say, smiling as he looks over his shoulder and give you an eyebrow waggle

~*~

"Your breakfast, my lady," he says haughtily, carrying a tray into the bedroom.

"Thank you, kind sir," you say as he sets the tray down on the nightstand. "And while you're at it, can you polish the silver and sweep the floor--" the rest of your words give way to a squealing laugh as he wrestles you down to the pillows.

"It's getting cold," he says distinctly.

"Right," you say, kissing the tip of his nose and then grabbing his T-shirt by the hem and pulling it up. "But get half-nekkid first, okay?"

"All these demands," he says, yanking the shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

You smile at the lovely way his jammie pants hang on his hips as he moves toward the nightstand and hands you a plate. "Thank you," you say, scooting over to give him room to get in the bed.

He climbs under the covers and sits up against the pillows with you, reaching over for his own breakfast plate. "So?"

"They're fabulous," you say, mouth full of hash browns, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Thank you," he says, looking very satisfied with himself.

Quickly finishing your breakfast, you set the plate down and snuggle up next to him again. He, in turn, puts his plate down and then wraps his arm around you. You slide a little closer and lean your back against his chest as his fingers stroke through your hair. Hearing the wind howling outside your window, the snow blowing in random circles, you hook your leg over his, determined to stay as tangled up and warm as you can.

"I don't see any point in getting out of bed either," he says, kissing the side of your head.

"Good," you say.

"But we at least have to watch something else," he says, grabbing for the remote control next to you.

"Hey, I like watching what Martha makes for Christmas even if she annoys the crap outta me," you protest.

"No, no, I'm sure there must be something manly on," he says, flipping through the channels. "Ooh, cars," he says, stopping on the NASCAR channel. "See, that's manly," pointing toward the television with the remote.

"So is this," you say, your hand creeping under the covers and down the front of his pants as you lean over and nibble on his neck. You smile as his breath catches. "How about a bath?" Your smile grows wider as you hear the water suddenly turn on in the bathroom. "I knew there was a reason I liked you," you purr.

"I'll give you plenty more," he says.

"Of course, we'll have to get out of bed for that."

"And get very wet," he breathes into your ear as his fingers unbutton your top.

"And....nekkid and slippery?" you whisper back.

"What are we waiting for?"

"No idea," you say as you sit forward and crawl off the bed, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the jacuzzi tub. "Ooh! Cold floor," you yelp bouncing off the tile onto a rug. But before you can stake another step, your feet leave the floor and you find yourself swiftly lowered into the steaming water. Laughing, you pull at the soggy pajama top you're still half-wearing. "C'mere," you say grabbing his arms and pulling him into the tub the instant his pants hit the floor.

~*~

"I think I'm pruning," you say drowsily as you lay against his body, his fingers gliding up and down your back.

"The water seems to be getting a little cold."

"Guess that means we'd better go back to bed."

You feel his smile. "Guess so."

"Although--"

"You're hungry again," he says.

"How'd you know that?" you say with a smile.

"Super Jedi powers."

"Love those."

He pauses for several moments. "I *knew* that was the only reason you were sticking around."

You laugh and push up from his chest, playfully swatting at it. "So you gonna take me out to lunch or what?"

"I thought you said it was too cold to go out."

"Yes," you say, standing on shaky legs as you get out of the tub. "But think about how much fun we can have getting warmed up afterwards."

He gives you a positively devilish grin that weakens your knees even more. "Let's go then."

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