Inescapable warmth

Tendrils of winter had reached into the once steamy room while they were gone. Della visibly felt the chill. The confident nudist wrapped her towel tight around her body.

But Kate had no such luxury. Even if she hadn't forgotten her towel in the garage, her hands were bound; she was powerless to cover her body. Kate couldn't even ask her friend for another hug because she held the flashlight firmly between her lips. Helplessly, she endured the not entirely unpleasant sensation of the wind licking the sauna's sweat from her body.

Thankfully, Della was quite the handy woman, and it didn't take her too long to patch the leak. Proud hands on her naked hips she turned to her friend, "'At'll do, Kitty, 'at'll-- oh shit, look at you, you're covered in goosebumps. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Mmff mu mhhh," explained Kate around her flashlight.

Della's eyebrows drooped with pained sympathy, "I'm really sorry. Sometimes I just get so focused on a task. C'mon let's get you warmed up."

"I'm fine, really," said Kate when Della took the tool out of her mouth. However when she felt the impossible soft blanket being wrapped around, all attempts to insist she didn't need it were swept away by a million plush threads.

Della quickly made a "Kate Burrito," as she called it, keeping everything in place by wrapping a few bungee cords around her helpless bundle. "Wait here please," she politely said as if the swaddled woman had any choice. "I'll be back in a sec with some hot cocoa."

Far more than a second passed. And as the clattering of increasingly strange cooking utensils echoed from the kitchen, Kate began to wonder if Della had forgotten how to make hot chocolate. Yet, enveloped by her soft sleeve, a sense of contentment washed over her, and she felt the urge to drift away. She was a caterpillar inside her chrysalis.

Della returned in a timely fashion delicately carrying two saucers each with a steaming mug on top. The rich aroma beckoned Kate to her cup which thankfully had a straw, so she needn't disrupt her body mitten. Blissfully she wiggled closer to the cup and eagerly sipped its straw. "Wow," she softly exclaimed as the syrupy, fluffy, chocolatey goodness slipped and skipped down her throat. "Heavenly, It's like a liquid s'more," she commented, working her jaw to savor this first sip.

Della, never quite comfortable with such genuine praise, turned away.

"Oh how quickly the tables turn," laughed Kate from her cozy bundle. "If I guess I should've laid the compliments on you hard when I lost my nude sauna virginity,"

"Fuck off," Della playfully nipped back. "This is just the first time sharing this recipe with someone else, and the spices need to be accurate; I was nervous it wouldn't turn out."

Kate giggled mischievously. "Oh it did. It's absolutely divine. This beverage sends an orgasm of bliss trembling throughout my veins. My toes are curling." The enwrapped woman continued to laugh even as Della teasingly shoved her. "Seriously though," Kate said between giggles, "this is the best hot chocolate I've ever had." She happily took another sip.

The smile that spread across her best friend's face warmed Kate far more than the blankets or hot chocolate. A profound feeling of being home oozed throughout her. Yes, she'd made a new life for herself, and she was very happy with her growth and her career, but there was nothing like returning to one's loved ones and feeling the joined felicity.

This warmth danced through the air more than a match for the swirling blizzard outside. The pair resumed their idle chatter, sipping their piping hot beverages while they gossiped and reminisced. Sometime after one o'clock, Kate's eyelids became impossibly heavy. She'd have gladly drifted off in her little love snuggle, but Della insisted there were risks to sleeping in bondage. So the blonde was unbound and sent to her much more mundane bed. But the longing for that cozy embrace lingered as Kate laid her head on her pillow. Just as she drifted off to dreamland, another hopeful thought joined her. It tiptoed up her back like the delicate feet of a winter fairy. There was always tomorrow.