[ with a little rearranging, Aether fits snug against his body, sliding down his thighs and in the crook of his arm. the heat settles between them, captured in a layer between their bodies and the blankets so much so that any small move that they would make to leave would flood them with frost. nah, Wriothesley thinks, this is nice. ]

Oh yeah?

[ not when Aether is eagerly returning all of his kisses. (he's got to hand it to himself, he's pretty smooth sometimes, huh? he's going to have to remember that little flirting technique worked, it might come in handy again.) the last one lingers in wet warmth, Wriothesley not wanting to part because they'd feel the cold nip of the air around them. an arm slips under the covers, under the jacket around Aether's shoulders, and around his bare midriff. a warm hand slides over his skin, a finger along the hem of his pants, tracing his hips. ]

You know, that's true, can't say that someone would usually take a story over sex, even in this weather. I guess as a traveler you have to be prepared, huh?

[ as someone who doesn't come up from his hole much. ]