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I still am glad for it, considering the weather.

[She can't help the shiver that courses through her, but nods anyway when he next speaks, crawling back to his side under more blankets. She's not warm, per se, but it's much more bearable than going without.]

All right, but you're going to have to warm me up.

[For all that she knows it's incredibly corny, it still makes her grin at him to say the words.]

[Corny, but accurate. Poor Claire has bare legs now. But Alfie's skin is nice and flushed, and while it's not exactly warm, it's at least warmer. He scoots her closer, wrapping her up, and dances his fingers down her stomach - quickly ducking under the hem of her shirt, and then moving lower.]

[She settles closer to him, still smiling, and leans in for a kiss, getting right back to where she was earlier, her hand inside his robe. But this time there's very little left between the two of them at least, no more reasons for more start and stops.]

[He kisses back, stroking inside her a few more times before reaching for that now-opened condom. It's not quite the same as what he's used to, but it's still self-explanatory, and he has no problems getting it on.]

[She lets out another moan, her focus completely zeroing in on Alfie and the moment. There's no bubble of peace and quiet around them, she's not that romantic, but still - it feels so good to be touched like this, to be wanted like this. Alfie's not extremely demonstrative, but this tells her more than enough.

She swings a leg over his again, pressing herself against his cock.]

[He likes that sound. He likes it a lot. He tries to catch her mouth again, then shifts his hips, lining himself up with her. He gives an experimental thrust forward, the tip of him grazing her, but he doesn't push all the way in yet.]

[He gets to hear another moan then, right against his lips, and drags a hand down his side and to his dick, grabbing the base of it. She raises her hips a fraction, and kisses him hard as she lowers herself on him, a noise coming up from the back of her throat as she moves down.]

[His own moan joins hers this time, and he lets out another one when she starts bringing him inside her. It feels like relief. He murmurs something unintelligible against her mouth, then kisses her back fully.]

[She grabs at his hair as she moves, slowly, so slowly, whimpering into his kiss a little as he fills her up. When she bottoms out, sitting down, she releases her grip on his hair, pulling away from the kiss to breathe. She feels warmed up from the inside out, an illusion perhaps, but still feeling amazing enough that she clings to the sensation, and to Alfie.]

All right?

[His voice is soft, and a little breathless. He doesn't move yet, just holds onto her upper arms and looks up at her.]

Mmmmm.

[She blinks a few times and pulls back away enough to look down at him, nodding. Experimentally, she rolls her hips, and bites at the inside of her lip when pleasure ripples through her.]

Yeah. You?

Mm.

[His eyes flutter shut for a moment, but then he opens them again, giving a thrust upward. It hurts his back a little, but the pleasure more than makes up for it, and he groans hotly. It's been months for him - more than he usually goes without sex.]

Oh!

[It's surprise and pleasure at the same time, and Claire jerks, following his thrust by raising herself up, almost to the point where he's out of her, and slides back down, her fingers squeezing then releasing his shoulders, where she's holding on to him.

It's also been a while for her, and Alfie feels incredible. She squeezes her muscles around him, starting a slow up and down as she leans in for another kiss.]

[He lets out a slow exhale as she sinks back onto him, kissing her back readily. She's in a better place to do most of the thrusting, especially in this position, but that doesn't mean he's planning to lie there limply. He moves one of his hands off of her arm and inwards along her chest, cupping her breast over her shirt and thumbing over one of her nipples.]

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[She's got too many clothes on her upper half to really be able to appreciate his touch, and huffs about it, pulling away from the kiss.]

Help me - take it off. At least the first two layers.

[That would leave her in a shirt. Not great, but she's hot right now.]

[He hesitates, raising an eyebrow at her.]

You'll freeze.

[Almost angrily, she sinks back down onto his cock, and squeezes her muscles again. She doesn't expect either of them to last long enough for her to freeze, but now is not the time for an argument.

Still, there's something approaching a pout on her lips for a second, before it's gone.]

I just - want you to touch me. Properly.

[He stutters out a groan - god - and jerks up into her.]

I'm not gonna give you hypothermia--

[Sighing, she nods.]

I know.

[She almost says shut up and kiss me instead, but it sounds childish in her head. So she kisses him, and gets her rhythm back, picking up speed, her clit dragging against his cock on each thrust up, making her moan louder.]

[He muffles their moans with the kissing - kissing her thoroughly and fervently, mouth moving in time with the rhythm of her thrusts. His hand leaves her shirt to snake downwards and duck underneath the fabric, touching her skin and giving her a little of what she wants.]

[His newly trimmed beard is sure to leave some irritation around her mouth, but Claire can't bring herself to care. This all feels way too good - she only manages to temper her noises through knowing just how close other people might be, and she really doesn't fancy getting caught in this position by anyone. She shivers at his touch, whimpering helplessly, and kisses him harder, moving a little faster.]

[He smooths a hand over her bare stomach, kissing her more deeply still. His dick twitches inside her, just a little the first time but more strongly and more noticeably the second. He's not coming yet, but he's not too far away from it either.]

[She only breaks the kiss to bury a moan in his shoulder, her eyes closed tightly. She can feel muscles spasming in her stomach, her thighs, and it just spurs her on. She switches rhythms just slightly, going slower but deeper, rolling her hips in tiny circles when he's all the way inside her, kissing up along his neck, to his ear, enjoying the feeling of him inside her.]

[He murmurs more words against the side of her face, no more intelligible than before. His eyes fall all the way shut and he bucks upwards a few times. It makes pain shoot down his back, which takes him out of the moment a little, but the result is, again, more than worth it.]

[Claire can only wonder what Alfie is actually saying, but she can't make herself ask, too lost in the moment. She frames his face with a hand, and pulling back a tiny bit. She's not willing to let the cold in, so she just shifts back a little, kissing at Alfie's collarbones. She's getting close to an orgasm, can feel it building at the small of her spine.]