Cuddle

"Aerin?" Guenevere speaks into the darkness, inquisitively.

"Yes?" I respond quietly.

"Could we snuggle up? It's almost too cold to sleep." she asks without moving a muscle.

I don't bother giving her a verbal response. Instead, I discard the warm blanket currently protecting me from the harsh elements. I quickly scooch under her own covers, feeling increasing warmth as I follow the slight incline of the bedding, finally leading to contact between the front of my thighs and the backs of hers.

Still unsure of how comfortable she's willing to become, I reserve myself to only this contact, and placing my right hand over her waist, being careful to avoid her bosom, or wandering too far Southward. She responds by lightly clasping her small hand over my larger fingers, lightly squeezing and releasing.

"Cousin?" she once again asks the darkness of my room.