He opened his eyes and saw a vast blanket of white. The sun was bright and yellow, rays piercing the white, cloudless sky. He looked down and saw he was wearing a red parka. A puffy down filled coat that was slightly faded but quite warm. He had on a navy blue scarf and beanie. There was a small cabin to his left. Everywhere else he looked was snow. Feet of snow for miles and miles. She was on the ground at his feet, laughing childishly, making a snow angel, all in grey. She was always doing these things, it didn't seem abnormal. He wondered how she got him out of the cabin at all.
Laying in front of a blazing fireplace, on a soft white rug, they slipped between cuddling and talking, occasionally letting passion take them over. Moments where they were silent, her fingers lightly touching his skin, his eyes fixated into hers, they drifted in and out of their thoughts. Silence would break over a profound reflection or sweet gesture. They took turns listening to each other and contemplating these deep threads that only could come out from their closeness. Neither person pushing to let out their inner privacy easily, they found trust in each other.
She laid on the couch, back facing him, reading a particularly interesting novel. He watched her back lift up and down, slowly with her breath. He was soothed by her stillness and intrigued by her solitude. She put a bookmark between some pages and turned to face him. She smiled, seeing him looking at her, unaware of how long it had been happening. He put down the book he wasn't reading as well and walked over to her open arms. She stretched and lifted her body for him to lay on his back. She snuggled into the part of his arm where she felt safe and he curled his arms around her, interlacing his fingers.
In the kitchen, she reached for flour out of the cabinet, her apron messy already, her other hand reverently mixing. The pleasant scents were made abundantly clear after being outside in the thin, chilly, air and he felt drawn to join her. Silently, he was at her side, placing one hand gently on her hip, kissing her shoulder lightly. She bent her head into his chest feeling her mood lifting. He kissed her cheek quickly and made a comment that made her teeth show from her smile. Quickly feeling shy at the burst of intimacy, she set back to work but, only after squeezing his hand gently in return.
Laying in front of a blazing fireplace, on a soft white rug, they slipped between cuddling and talking, occasionally letting passion take them over. Moments where they were silent, her fingers lightly touching his skin, his eyes fixated into hers, they drifted in and out of their thoughts. Silence would break over a profound reflection or sweet gesture. They took turns listening to each other and contemplating these deep threads that only could come out from their closeness. Neither person pushing to let out their inner privacy easily, they found trust in each other.
She laid on the couch, back facing him, reading a particularly interesting novel. He watched her back lift up and down, slowly with her breath. He was soothed by her stillness and intrigued by her solitude. She put a bookmark between some pages and turned to face him. She smiled, seeing him looking at her, unaware of how long it had been happening. He put down the book he wasn't reading as well and walked over to her open arms. She stretched and lifted her body for him to lay on his back. She snuggled into the part of his arm where she felt safe and he curled his arms around her, interlacing his fingers.
In the kitchen, she reached for flour out of the cabinet, her apron messy already, her other hand reverently mixing. The pleasant scents were made abundantly clear after being outside in the thin, chilly, air and he felt drawn to join her. Silently, he was at her side, placing one hand gently on her hip, kissing her shoulder lightly. She bent her head into his chest feeling her mood lifting. He kissed her cheek quickly and made a comment that made her teeth show from her smile. Quickly feeling shy at the burst of intimacy, she set back to work but, only after squeezing his hand gently in return.
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