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“It’s colder down here than it was up there,” Flora comments, hugging herself. Neither one of you have taken off your outer clothing since returning since the weather had taken a bit of a downward turn. She chuckles a little bit and looks at you. “I don’t suppose you know any survival techniques for the cold, do you?”

Your head comes up with a million different ways to start fires. The art of layering in not just clothing but also sleeping bags. That heat transfers best via skin contact. Keeping something warm near your--

“Heat transfers best through skin contact,” you say. “That’s one of the best ways to stay warm anytime you are cold.”

Flora knits her brows together, not quite buying into your statement. “I’m not sure if that’s true or not.”

Now it’s your turn to knit your brows. “Oh come on, seriously? All that reading and you haven’t heard of that? I bet rabbits sleep side-by-side too when they’re cold.”

She smiles, but the core of her expression remains; a slightly sarcastic grin paired with a disbelieving stare. “Not everything has to involve rabbits with me, you know? Uh, besides, those are animals - I’m sure their biology works differently than humans.”

“No, I can assure you it’s true. I’ve had to do it before with some other people in my contracts and bounties.” You take off your coat and gesture her to do the same. “I can show you first hand actually.”

She stands up and pulls down on her coat zipper. “For a moment, I thought you were going to tell me a weird story.”

You ask what she means. She grins, letting out a little laugh before she continues. “Oh, you know...Just two guys undressing to stay warm.”

“Ah,” you shake your head slightly. “Trying to live out some of your book’s fantasies?”

She blinks. “What kind of books do you think I read, exactly?”

You shrug, taking her coat and placing it next to yours. Now that your layers have been removed, you can tell it’s taken a definite turn for the worse down here...anyway, you’re about to take your joke further, but you hold your tongue. You mumble something, making your way over to the couch and taking a seat on it. You get comfortable and then look at her. “Alright. Just uh...Sit on my lap.”

“This...this isn’t some kind of weird trick or anything right?” She seems unsure, but to be honest, now that you’re this far, you weren’t really sure how you feel about it either. Since you were this far however, you failed to find a reason to stop. Besides, you weren’t trying to do anything weird at all.

“I promise I’m not doing anything weird. I honestly learned this.”

Flora steps over and sits on your lap. You feel your chest tighten and your face is beginning to burn. She’s really light and feels really soft. Her scent invades your sense of smell as her hair over takes your vision. She shuffles around, pressing her ass against your groin while she tries to get comfortable. She clears her throat and leans her back against your chest. Suddenly, all your senses start to rise.

Delilah gave you a similar sensation. Images of her blissful face flash in your mind when you last with her, but you contain yourself. You swallow. “Do you feel any warmer?”

She shuffles, driving you mad. “Colder actually. I shouldn’t have taken off my coat.”

“Well, let’s try this then…“ You wrap your hands around her waist, bringing her closer to you. You can hear her gasp and can feel her tense a little too.

You playfully squeeze your arms, making yourself blush. She feels so good in your arms that it’s making your mind flash with more memories. She reminds you so much of Delilah, you don’t want to let go. She lets out an awkward sigh, but starts to relax. "This is nice...?"