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[It's been a long, full day of walking, and by the time they reach the house, Alfie is ready to be inside. There's rarely heat in any of these buildings, and the cold permeates them enough that it's never fully warm even behind closed doors - but it's at least warmer, and without the biting wind. He sheds his coat and kicks off his boots, and turns to Fiona.]

I'll check the upstairs if you check downstairs.

[It's a system they've developed, for the nights that they're together - they split the search of the house so that it'll go quicker. Each has learned what items, tidbits, and clues the other might be interested in, and they'll take note of them for each other, to share when the search is done. Over time, they've both come to trust each other not to keep things hidden - and not to steal from each other. Alfie never thinks twice anymore about swinging his pack off his shoulder and leaving it unattended with her downstairs.]

Looks like a big house. Could save some of the searching for tomorrow.

[He always likes to do a once-over to look for any dangers or unexpected surprises, but in-depth supply searches are better done when they've had some rest - especially on the days like today, when his back has been bothering him for miles.]

Tired, Fiona?

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Nice for you. Very cold for me.

[If she lets him, he pulls her just a little closer, so she's mostly lying on top of him. The coat is big enough that he can wrap the ends of it around her, too.]

Don't be a baby.

[She's fine with him pulling her closer, and she even shifts so that she's pressed flush against him. Fiona leans forward to kiss him again, more briefly this time.]

You don't think we can figure out a way to stay warm?

I've got an idea or two.

[He dances his fingers along her arm, then dips inwards, towards her stomach.]

[She shivers automatically, head dipping down to press a kiss to his throat. Her lips brush against his skin as she responds, voice soft.]

You usually have good ones.

[He knows.

(Sorry, Fiona; he never claimed to be particularly modest.)

He curls one hand into her hair, the other one still traveling down her stomach, towards the clasp in her pants.]

One of these days, right, I'm gonna find you a looser pair of slacks.

[She shifts her hips, just enough to give him more room.]

Trying to ruin my look?

Not to wear all the time, mind you.

[There are definitely situations where he doesn't complain about the tight pants. Hers undone, he gets to work on his zipper next.]

Planning to help me out here?

[She props herself up again, smiling.]

Nah, I thought I'd just let you struggle.

[She's forced to shift her weight to the side a bit, but she gets his zipper down, then leans forward to kiss him again, something hungrier about it this time.]

[He's definitely ready for this, as she'll feel when she gets her hand down there. Once his fly is open, he pulls her back in place, arching up to meet her open-mouthed.]

[She keeps her hand right where it is, which takes a bit more shifting to manage when he tries to pull her back in place. It's worth it, though, because she can wrap her fingers around him and give him a few firm but shallow strokes as she tangles her free hand in his hair again.]

[He lets out a little groan into her mouth, reaching down to grab her hip and pull her in tighter, helping her get the angle right.]

[That's the reaction she was looking for, and she breaks the kiss for a second, letting out a breathless laugh as she does. She's keeping the strokes slow and lazy as she watches his expression for a moment, because she has to tease him, even with this.]

[He definitely looks like a man who's being jerked off - a little dazed, but he focuses and lets out a sharp laugh when he sees her looking, lips curving into a smile.]

Fucking show-off--

[He jerks his hips up a little, hand still on her hip.]

You love it.

[Still breathless, and she leans forward to kiss him again as she picks up the pace.]

[God help him, he does.]

Come on.

[He goes to ease her pants down a little farther, just enough.]

Come on, what?

[She's trailing kisses down his neck now, letting her teeth graze against his skin.]

[He's not just going to stick it in without your help, Fiona. He is a gentleman.]

I'm gonna be done if you're not careful.

[And there's another stuttering groan from him.]

[Jeez, fine. She slows down again, tilting her head at him. Does she look a little smug? Absolutely.]

You've still got those condoms on you, right?

[She is not playing around in a frozen radioactive wasteland.]

[Smart lady. Luckily, his bag is next to him. He fishes around and pulls one out, hurriedly yanking open the wrapping. Modern condoms are still a little strange to him, but he's getting used to them.]

[Yeah okay, Alfie, now get to it! She's starting to get impatient, so she lets go of him, and then, almost immediately:]

You need help?

Nah.

[He rolls it on, quickly runs his fingers down the sides to make sure there aren't any tears or air bubbles, and then turns back to her, both hands going to her hips again.]

[She was mostly teasing, but once his hands go to her hips again, her expression goes a little distracted and her breathing quickens. Fiona reaches down to take hold of him again, shifting her hips and then guiding him inside her. Her eyelids flutter closed and she grips his shoulder with her other hand, trying to bite back a moan and utterly failing.]

You love it.

[He says, hot and husky in her ear. He has to get in his fair share of teasing too, after all. He gives her a fast, hard kiss, then starts to move.]

Don't get smug.

[It comes out rough and breathless as she moves her hips to match his rhythm, her fingernails digging into his shoulder. She absolutely loves it.]

[He kisses her again, smiling against her lips. Then he rolls his shoulders, shrugging out of his coat. Just for her.]