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Fic: Frostproof (a J. and P. vignette)

This was inspired by the_tenzo's Joy of Sex Prompted CommentFic Meme. My prompt was:

In England, to have regular and full love out of doors, you need to be frostproof and own a parka.

Yes, that is an actual quote!


If, as she does, you have a boyfriend who insists on renting a stone cottage in the far, far North, it's just as well that he has packed the car with wonderful, high-tech camping supplies. Because the cottage in question does not have electricity or heat. John insists that he thought the cottage had been modernized, that finding it a stone shell with a barely-intact thatched roof was as much a surprise to him as to her, but she has her suspicions.

But: he has brought wonderful things with him. Hampers that keep hot foods hot and cold foods just on the pleasant side of frozen. Tea, proper tea, from a machine that takes a small oblong pod and a bottle of mineral water and produces two perfect cuppas in less time than it takes to track down the matching travel mugs. And now this sleeping bag. She doesn't know if it's battery-powered or simply a perfect insulator, but it's silky on the inside, soft to lie on, and wonderfully warm. She watches John light a lamp, set it on the rickety table, come over to where she lies.

He sheds his coat in a hurry, tosses it over to lie on hers, and in moments he is in the sleeping bag with her, rolling on top of her, smelling wonderfully of tea and Aran wool and warm male.

She reaches up, licks his neck. He's kissing her forehead, her nose, her mouth, his hands fumbling at her waist, pushing up her jumper and her shirt, pulling down her jeans.

"I want you naked," he says, as she struggles with his clothes, and she couldn't agree more.

And it's good, it's good, all warm and skin against skin, against the silky lining of the sleeping bag, the wind loud outside and the door rattling, but they two together in the warmth. John's body is sleek and smooth to the touch, strong muscle under thin skin, furry against the smoothness of her chest, hard against her softness, and prickly against her shaved legs. He likes her body, too, and says so: the curves, the softnesses, the parts only he is privileged to see, stroke, caress.

And then it's just a question of holding on as the other lets go. And at last they're curled together, in perfect warmth, the magic sleeping bag wicking away moisture so that they're not even sweaty. This is bliss.

And then John speaks.

"Bugger," he says.

"What's wrong?" she says, poking her face out of the sleeping bag.

In the flickering light, John looks attractively mussed, sensually relaxed, thoroughly indulged, and a little bit annoyed. He sighs.

"One of us has to get up and turn off the lamp."


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 5th, 2009 12:17 am (UTC)
That book sounds very amusing. :D

Oh, I love this. John is a sneaky one. :D

Aug. 6th, 2009 12:12 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this. John is a sneaky one.

Oh, I don't know -- there's a good chance he'll be chivalrous and do it himself!

Thanks for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Aug. 5th, 2009 01:24 am (UTC)
Ha! I bet John does it. ;-)

I'm so glad to be reading more and more from these two! Yay!
Aug. 6th, 2009 12:13 am (UTC)
I'm so glad to be reading more and more from these two! Yay!

Thank you! (Two stories in two weeks -- what's got into me?)
Aug. 5th, 2009 02:00 am (UTC)
regular and full love

This phrase made me giggle.

I think I might want one of these magical sleeping bags for myself. :)
Aug. 6th, 2009 12:15 am (UTC)
regular and full love

This phrase made me giggle.

Yes; one can guess at what he means, but it's very ... assumption-laden, perhaps?

I think I might want one of these magical sleeping bags for myself. :)

Since this takes place 36 years in the future, I felt free to handwave about miracles in textiles and insulation. I'd quite like one, too. :)
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