Cabin in the woods

Walking to the kitchen and having at least decided to do something seemed to help her mood, at least she could keep herself busy with the preparations. Deciding that it was too quiet, she turned on the radio for some company. As she readied her cup and put the water on to boil, she unconsciously started to hum with the music. She was so immersed in what she was doing, she didn't hear his car pull up outside. As the door to the cabin opened, the water kettle started to boil and whistle, effectively drowning out the noise of the door swinging open. As he started to say something to announce his long overdue arrival, he realized she probably wouldn't hear him over the kettle or the radio that seemed like it was blaring too loud. As he inched closer to the kitchen, he decided to surprise her with his presence. "I think I'll sneak up behind her and stick my cold hands on her," he laughed to himself, "After all, I do believe I owe her one for doing that same thing to me."

Standing at the kitchen table, while getting her cup of tea ready, she sensed she was not alone and tilted her head slightly so she could see out of the corner of her eye. "Hmmm", she thought, "So he thinks he can sneak up on me does he." She waited until he was almost to her back, when she spun around and folded her arms in front of her, giving him her defiant look; her eyes snapped at attention. Clearing her throat so she sounded serious, "Okay, David, where the hell you have been all this time? Were there no phones to be found honey?" Noticing the sheepish look on his face did not temper her resolve to find out why he was so late, in fact it only made her a bit more impatient to hear what his answer would be. He noticed her brow was wrinkled into a frown.

Feeling a bit like he was between a rock and a hard place, he knew he was in trouble no matter what he said. As he looked at her, he was captivated by the way she touched him with her flashing eyes. She looked inviting with that arrogant look on her face. He smiled to himself as he thought how much he'd like to put his arms around her and pull her close to him, kissing that look right off her face. He liked to kiss her often and give her that flushed appearance.

Realizing he had stood there for what seemed like a long time, he decided to at least make an attempt at an apology. "Sorry sweetheart, you are absolutely right. I should have called, and was going to, but Tom, my old business buddy stopped in the tavern. It's been so long since I had seen him and I just lost track of the time. I know, it's no excuse, but when I went outside to leave, I wasn't prepared for all the snow that had fallen. The roads were pretty bad, and my mind was on getting home safely to you."

Looking at him a bit skeptically, but realizing the roads must have been bad, made her very glad to have him back safely. Grudgingly, she relented and smiled at him, "Okay, David, but please don't make me worry like I did." "Besides", she said teasingly, as her smile deepened, "I was lonely and bored."

Narrowing his eyes at her playfully, he answered, "Oh, I see. You didn't miss me at all, Miss Brat; you just wanted me to amuse you."

"Well, David", she shot back, "We did come up here to have this long weekend together, and so far, I have spent much of it by myself."

He knew she was right, and put his arms out towards her as he stepped closer. "Come here darling. You're right. I should have come straight here from work instead of making any stops. Our time together is important to me too."

Pulling her close to him, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to her eager mouth. "Mmmm", he thought to himself. "Her lips still feel pouty and soft." Feeling a warmth start to spread inside himself, he realized he had missed kissing her very much. Wanting to taste more of her, he slipped his tongue between her lips; rolling his tongue around hers and playfully darting it back and forth as he savored the taste of her mouth. Pulling away took some effort on his part, but as he did, he looked at the flushed look on her face and knew it had felt the same to her. "Cindy", he said, "Why don't you heat that water up again and we'll both have a hot cup of tea. Bring the cups in by the fireplace, and I'll meet you there after I change out of my work clothes." Nodding her head in agreement, she turned around to reheat the water as he strode out of the room.

She was already waiting for him by the fire when he appeared from the bedroom in his sweats. Smiling at him, she realized he looked much more comfortable now that he had changed and they could enjoy each others company. She didn't want to keep any tension between them going and wanted only to have a nice, romantic weekend together. The only tension she wanted to feel, was the sexual tension that always seemed to be evident when he was in her company. As she thought about that feeling, she realized it felt like a pulling sensation; an invisible string connecting them both, which softly vibrated.

Sitting down next to her on the floor, he leaned back against the couch and stretched his long legs before him, taking the cup of hot steaming tea she handed him. It felt good to relax and he realized he should have come there sooner and enjoyed her company. Smiling at her and putting his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her towards him tightly. He started to gently massage the back of her neck; running his fingers from the soft nape of her neck, along her scalp and into her hair. She snuggled in closer to him, her body tight to his, as her one arm went up to his shoulder and the other around his waist. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her fragrance and thought about how he'd like to have his face buried in her body as his hands explored her softness. Taking one more sip of his tea before setting it aside, he realized he had warmed up sufficiently, both inside and out. Looking down at her he thought she looked so much like an angel, but in truth, he knew what a devil she could be and loved that side of her; she made life interesting and fun. Smiling at those thoughts, he started to rub her back with his strong hands, thinking about all the things he wanted to share with her that night.

As if she had read his mind, which seemed to happen quite frequently, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes with that knowing look; knowing what he was thinking. He caught her around the waist and turned her so she was sitting on his lap; her arms going around his neck. Leaning forward and pressing her parted lips into his, she slid her warm tongue softly into his mouth, as he felt the familiar stirrings she brought about so easily. As she was softly stroking the back of his neck, he reached his hands under her sweater so he could touch her soft skin; running his hands up her back to her shoulders and around to the front so he could cup each breast.

When his hands touched her nipples through the fabric of her bra, she thought, "God, I want to feel his hands on my naked skin. It just sent ripples of goose bumps all over her body." Staring at him as she pulled away from his lips, she lifted her arms and waited for him to pull her sweater over her head. Without a word of instruction he complied and pulled it over her head, laying it on the couch. Reaching behind her, he undid her bra and tossed it over his head and onto the couch. Her breasts sprung out of the material they had been held prisoner in, fully awake and visibly aroused. The fire light gave her skin a creamy glow that cascaded into inviting shadows. Damn, he thought, I want to put my mouth over those pert nipples of hers and make them harder."

Feeling a bit impatient, he pulled his sweatshirt off and let it fall onto her clothes. He wanted to feel his chest against her hard nipples and savor the feel of her nakedness against him. Pulling her back towards him and up against his chest, he closed his eyes as he rubbed his hands up and down her back, then sliding his hand inside the back of her pants so he could run it down her bottom. Mmmm, she feels so warm and soft tonight, he thought, I can't wait to touch her everywhere.

She was so aroused then, and her impatience was at an all time high. "David, let's lay on the rug by the fire. I want to feel all of you against me, darling." Needing no further coaxing from her, he stood her up and quickly, they both shed what remaining clothes held them back from feeling it all. Lying down on the fur rug, they rested on their sides facing each other, with their arms wrapped around, as they looked deeply into each others eyes; sharing a silent moment of smoldering, passionate looks. Slowly they moved their bodies closer, as their mouths parted and claimed the others lips, while their tongues tasted and teased with the longing they both felt. Slowly he ran his fingers down to her nipples, as she ran hers down his stomach to his hard cock.

"I want to taste you," she gently whispered.

He pulled her closer to him and reached his hand down to her warm, wet pussy, "I want to taste you too. I want to put my mouth and tongue all over you. I have been thinking about it all night, and I can't wait any longer."

He rolled over on his back and pulled her over him so her pussy was straddled right above his mouth, her bottom high in the air, as her mouth hovered just above his hard, waiting cock. Reaching up with his hands, he spread her lips and felt her quiver, as he ran his tongue from her clit to her bottom. God, she tastes so sweet he thought. He knew he would never get tired of tasting and pleasing her that way. He could feel her clit getting hard and swollen. Making his cock harder just thinking about it, the feel of her warm wet mouth on him was about to send him over the edge. He continued to run his mouth and tongue over her pussy, and kept flicking his tongue over her swollen clit; teasing her the same way her mouth and tongue was teasing his cock.

"Oh God, that feels good baby I'm going to cum." She felt her orgasm starting to build, but continued to slide her lips tightly down his cock, as her hands held onto the base and played with his balls, sucking him deeply as she pulled her mouth back up to the tip again; only to run her tongue over the tip and down the shaft. She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth, so smooth and hard. She was imagining it going into her pussy, and wanted it all the way her mouth. Feeling they were both about to cum, she increased her tempo to match the growing passion she felt within. She felt her orgasm break free and come racing out; making her shake with strong contractions that threatened to carry her away like a tidal wave.

When she contracted the first time, his mouth felt the trembling and the wetness along her pussy, making him lose all hold on his own impending orgasm, as he exploded into her mouth. Tenderly and with not as much urgency, they continued to lick and suck the other's sex, as the contractions ebbed away to a sweet afterglow of contentment; feasting on the pleasure they both enjoyed giving to the other.

Pulling away from him, she turned around and straddled his lap, as he laid there trying to make his breathing a little easier. Smiling at him with a wicked grin, she knew her mouth had been too much for him. They moved forward kissing, tasting each other on their tongues. She took his hands from behind his head and held them up above his head with hers, as she softly ground and wiggled her pussy around his cock. He couldn't help but laugh at how playful she made him feel and lunged upwards, grabbing her around the waist and rolling over with her. "You are incorrigible", he said laughing at her, "But, I'm not through with you yet."

Pulling her back close to his chest, he started to slide his reawakened cock, up and down her still wet bottom. "See, Cindy", he said teasingly, "You've brought him back to life again, and it's your entire fault." Laughing back at him, she joked, "My fault! Like he was ever dead in the first place. You know, David, I don't think he ever sleeps. You'd better keep a close eye on him. You're libel to wake up one night, only to find he has gone out without you." With that remark, she broke out in peals of laughter and he grudgingly laughed too, but couldn't help taking a swat at her bottom for making him laugh in spite of himself. "David!" she said quickly, "That wasn't very nice. I was only teasing with you."

"So was I sweetheart", he said laughing, "But sometimes, Cindy, you just go a little bit too far and it would please me very much at those times to have you in a, shall we say, vulnerable position." Taking the hint rather quickly and before things got along this subject too far, she decided not to say the devilish remark she had planned to say, and was glad her face was turned away from him. If he could see the look on it, who knows what would happen, but he felt her stiffen a bit in his arms and relented for the time being.

Deciding on a little break from the moment, she pulled away and stood up. "Let's take a little rest for a moment, David. I need a potty break and I want to see if it's still snowing outside. We might never be able to leave here if it is", she said with a smile on her face. Realizing she may be right, he said, "Okay, sweetheart. I'll put another log on the fire and you take care of business."

Coming back into the room with her robe on, she admired the newly awakened fire and thought how romantic it made the room glow. She walked over to the window and was shocked to see how much snow was on the ground. "David, I'm getting worried", she said, her voice sounding more serious, "It's still snowing and it looks like it's getting really deep. I know its cold out there, but maybe we should dig ourselves out a bit before morning. If it snows all night like this, we may not be able to do much by then."

Walking over to the window and looking outside, he had to admit she may be right. "Damn", he thought, they had to leave tomorrow, and he didn't relish the thought of shoveling so much at one time. "Okay, Cindy, I think you're right", he said, "Why don't we get bundled up and get this over with. The wind isn't blowing, so it's not going to drift. We can get a head start on clearing it out now and tomorrow won't be so bad. We can come back in and get warmed up all over again." Smiling at her with that look on his face made her laugh. She had to admit the idea was a pleasing one to think about after the chore they had ahead of them. Turning around to go change, she said over her shoulder, "I'll be right back, David, let's get this over with", and then smiling from ear to ear, she laughingly said, "Getting warmed up again will feel good." While she was gone, he anxiously jumped back into his clothes to get ready. He wasn't looking forward to going outside again, but smiled when he thought of how much he was going to enjoy being inside again afterwards.

With snow shovels in hand and bundled up against the chill, they planned their strategy and set out to clear as much as they could. The weather showed no signs of letting up, and with at least eight inches on the ground already, they decided what they were doing was going to help in the long run. She took the steps to the porch, working her way down to the walkway that leads to the drive. He started on the driveway, and she was to meet him in the middle. The snow was heavy, hard work to shovel, and each felt how cold and tiring it was to move.

After what seemed liked ages, she finally made it to the drive. Standing there to catch her breath, she watched it come out of her mouth as steam when it hit the crisp air. Teasing her, he joked, "Well, it took you long enough. What's the matter, not used to hard work, sweetheart?" He was teasing, but he was tired, and his voice didn't reflect the playfulness he meant to convey.

Feeling as hard as she had worked and how cold she was after all the ground she had covered deserved a little more thanks than that; she was tempted to give him a snotty reply. She felt annoyed and didn't find any humor in his remark at all as her temper flared. "Hummm", she thought, suddenly smiling, "I'll have to pay him back for that remark." If it hadn't been as dark out as it was, he would have seen that look, recognized it and prepared for trouble. Deciding she didn't want to tip him off, she knew she had to respond with something, so she said, "Very funny!" She let him get farther down the drive with his back towards her. As soon as he was far enough away to put her plan into action, she reached down in the cold wet snow and started packing snowballs together as fast as she could with her gloved hands.

Smiling to herself, she could not wait to start bombarding him with them; in fact, she almost let out a laugh with the images she was creating in her mind. Looking down at her little stockpile, she had to smile. She expected him to fight back, but she had the advantage of a head start with all the ones she had made ahead of time. "He won't know what hit him", she amusingly thought. "Oh, David", she called seriously; "I seem to have a problem here." It was all she could do to not give herself away with the images she had in her mind of the artillery landing on her target of choice. He wondered what was wrong now, but thought she sounded like she was having a problem, so he stuck the shovel in the mound he had made and turned to walk back to her.

He had only gotten within twelve feet when the first one landed on his head; laughter soon followed, as another one went flying by his ear. "That damn little brat", he thought amusingly, "She's been playing, while I was shoveling." He had no more than thought that, when one smacked him in the forehead. He had hardly moved, when a new volley came flying at him in a torrent, which didn't give him time to think about how to respond. Now he was starting to get pissed and she was almost weak from laughing at the surprised look on his face; thoroughly enjoying taking her frustrations out this way. Realizing she was almost out of ammunition, she decided that retreating may be best line of action right now. As if reading her mind, he decided she might retreat before he had a chance to retaliate, so he decided to charge. With seeing him come at her so quickly, she let out a squeal and took off running back to the cabin, but it was hard to run and laugh at the same time. He caught up to her by leaping forward, and tackled her in one of the fresh heaps of snow. By now, they were both laughing, but he had the advantage as they tumbled along the ground, ending up with him sitting on top of her.

Grabbing a handful of snow with one hand, he pulled her shirt out and stuck it inside before she could move. "David!" she yelled, "That's cold!" Still not able to stop laughing as she was looking up at him from lying on her back, she said, "You're just mad because I outsmarted you!" Smiling back at her, he calmly said, "No, I'm not mad, you little witch, you just outsmarted yourself. I'll have to decide on the right punishment for you." Now he was laughing at how the expression on her face had changed from victory to uncertainty. "It would do her good to worry", he amusingly thought, "She deserves it." Deciding it was too cold and they had done enough for one night, he stood up and held his hand out for her to grab onto so he could pull her up. As they were walking back to the house, she was thinking about what he had just said. "Was he serious, or is he trying to playfully scare me? I know he would never really hurt me, still..." she thought as her sentence trailed off without an answer, a worried frown on her face.

Once inside the cabin again, the heat almost stung their skin with the contrast of the cold they had just left. It was hard to make their stiff body joints move after the bone chilling cold of the past two hours. After shedding their coats, gloves and shoes, they once again sat by the fire to gradually bring some warmth to their chilled bodies. Little by little color came back into their faces, but the silence between them grew; each lost in their own thoughts. Wanting to break the silence and get back to feeling closer, he said tenderly, "Why don't you go take a hot shower to loosen up. I'll pour us a couple of drinks to warm us up from the inside while you're gone; when you come back we'll relax. She smiled at him and nodded, feeling too weary to answer him for the moment. "That does sound good", she thought, "I don't want to feel at odds with him and a hot shower would feel wonderful."

A little while later, she came back feeling much better and refreshed, as she took the brandy he had poured for her. Taking a sip, she felt the warmth spread all the way down to her tummy. Her thick robe was comforting, but the drink felt better. Smiling at him, she quietly said, "Thanks. I didn't realize how much I needed that shower, and this drink certainly feels good going down." She could feel the warmth of it spreading throughout her body. Looking back at him, she realized he must need a good hot shower too, so she put her hand on his shoulder and said tenderly, "Sweetheart, why don't you go warm up in the shower yourself. I'll meet you in the bedroom when you're finished. I'll rub your back for you." Nodding his head to her, he said teasingly, "I think you're right, it seems to have done wonders for your disposition. I'll meet you there." Feeling herself blush, she realized she really had behaved rather childishly, but smiled when she thought of how much fun it had been.

She was waiting naked in the bed for him when he came out of the shower. He had to smile when he saw how she had prepared the room. She had turned off the light in the room, lit a scented candle and the radio was on softly, playing slow romantic songs. "She is impossible to stay mad at for very long", he thought with a smile, "Still.... " his thoughts trailing off. Climbing into bed, he got on his stomach so she could rub his back.

He loved the way her strong, warm, soft hands kneaded the kinks out, and how she seemed to sense where to rub. After she had massaged his back for a while, he rolled over and smiled. "Thanks, Sweetheart, "That felt really good and relaxing." She smiled with how pleased that made her feel. Putting his arms out to her, he drew her to his chest, and laid her on top of him, stroking her back with his hands. He could feel how relaxed she felt and smiled as he rubbed his hands further down to her bottom. "Ummmm", he thought, still smiling to himself, "This is just too damn tempting." Taking a deep breath, he decided to go for it while he still had the nerve, knowing it was going to become intense and physical at first.

He slid his arm down her back to her waist very slowly and yanked her sideways very quickly before she could react. "David, what the hell are you doing?" she yelled at him, trying to squirm away. "You're not going to do what I think you are, are you?" she quickly added. Smiling at the picture before him, all he could do was answer, "Yes darling", in a tender voice. Holding her down by the waist very tightly, he realized quickly that unless he also held her one wrist by her side, he would never be able to accomplish anything, with her constantly reaching back to stop him. With that taken care of, he smiled, as he started to slowly rub her bottom with his free hand. He had wanted to do this for a very long time, and had hinted on a few occasions, but knew she would not be receptive. He thought of how earlier this evening she had earned being where she was right now, but he didn't want this chance of showing her what it could be like, ruined by putting her off the idea entirely. "Still", he thought, as his grin widened, "A few good smacks might be in order for those cold snowballs that found their mark."

Lifting up his hand, he brought it down with a resounding slap. "David!" she yelled in a hurry before he could slap her again, "Stop it! Don't do this. I was only playing before and you know it! "Cindy, I know you were only playing, but so am I, sweetheart", he replied a little too sarcastically for her to believe him. Before she could get in another word his hand came down again just as sharply. "Damn", she thought, "This stings like hell." She could still feel the spot where his hand had landed and tried to wriggle off his lap, but to no avail; he had her pinned tightly. He brought his hand down several more times, but not as hard as the first two, and rubbed her bottom with his hand between each smack.

He knew he was enjoying himself by how hard he had gotten. Between her moving about with trying to get off his lap and how erotic this act felt to him, he could feel his excitement growing rather quickly. He realized if he didn't start to make it more exciting for her, she would be totally put off by the whole thing, and would never be receptive to trying it again. He didn't want it to seem like a punishment to her, on the contrary, he wanted the exact opposite, but he couldn't resist a few really hard smacks in the beginning. He knew she deserved those, but didn't want to keep it going. "Cindy, I want you to trust me, because I don't want to hurt you sweetheart. I just couldn't resist giving you the few hard smacks you asked for earlier, but now I want you to trust me. Will you do that?" It did feel good to her the way he rubbed her bottom, but she also felt she was in no position to bargain. "Still", she thought for a bit, "I have always trusted him before, but I'm not sure I like feeling so vulnerable." His hand came down again on her cheek, making her jump from the unexpected connection. "Well", he asked her again, "I asked you a question. Are you going to answer me?" "Okay, David!" she answered quickly, "But it's not like I really have much of a choice at this point as I see it. I have always trusted you, but stop smacking me so damn hard!" Laughing at her still defiant response, he agreed. He enjoyed her spirited nature so much and was glad to see she would dare to even show it in this vulnerable position.

He let go of her wrist and grabbed one of the pillows, sliding it between them so her bottom was raised slightly. Softly he started to stroke her bottom again, as he leaned down to kiss first one cheek and then the other where he had colored them. He brought his hand down again on one cheek, but much gentler than before, as he ran his tongue up and down the other. Slowly he inserted his finger into her bottom as he continued to kiss and slide his tongue over her cheeks. She had never felt a sensation like this before and found it to be a bit confusing, but wanted to find out just where he was going with this.

He continued with what he was doing a few more times, then started to run his tongue up and down the middle of her bottom, as he parted her legs and moved his fingers toward her pussy. "David, that part feels very good", she slowly said, "Keep doing that, sweetheart." He knew it felt good to her from how wet she felt to his fingers. He ran his fingers up and down her slit while he ran his tongue over her bottom, giving her gentle smacks in between. "God, I'm getting hard", he thought, "And she is so damn tight". He gently pushed his fingers in her warm, wet pussy and leaned his mouth down, so he could both taste and feel her excitement. He slowly moved his fingers in and out as he flicked his tongue over her clit; feeling her excitement grow in his mouth. Her hips started to move back and forth to him as he worked them faster and faster. "Oh, David!" she cried passionately, "I'm cumming! I can't hold it any longer! God that feels good! Her hips ground down into his mouth and tongue, as he removed his fingers and put his whole mouth over her contracting pussy. He felt her warm wetness fill his mouth, as his tongue continued to flick back and forth, making her quiver with how sensitive she was after just cumming.

He took the pillow out and turned her around, pulling her close to his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, but he pulled back a bit, so he could smooth a stray hair away from her face. As their eyes met, the passion they shared between them was so overpowering, they stopped a moment and just stared. Leaning forward he claimed her lips in his so she could taste herself before he turned her again to face away from him on her side. He moved in close behind her and rubbed his hard cock up and down her bottom, mixing the pre-cum from the tip with the wetness still on her. Sliding his hands around in front of her, he slowly started to caress her nipples with his fingers, as he gently kissed the back of her neck, keeping his cock tight against her bottom; moving it back and forth.

Taking his hand down to her bottom, he moved the tip of his cock against her, making sure she was still wet and relaxed. Slowly he pushed the tip against the opening, until she opened wider, but he stopped for the moment, so he could enjoy all the sensations that were flowing through him. Taking her hand, he brought it down to her clit, so they could both massage it, while he continued to softly kiss her back and shoulders. He wanted to go slow so they would enjoy every minute of this new experience. He increased the pressure on his cock a little more and felt the tip slide all the way in, but kept it from going in further. Feeling himself pressed up against her like this was heaven and he didn't want this feeling to stop. She felt herself building up to another orgasm with how sweet his kisses were on her back and how wonderful it felt to both be stroking her pussy at the same time. His cock felt very tight in her bottom, but she could feel herself relaxing with the other sensations she was experiencing. Little by little he pushed himself in a little farther at a time until she had taken in all of him.

She was so tight around his cock, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep from exploding soon, so he continued to slide his fingers up, down and inside her pussy; both of them continuing to stroke it at the same time. Slowly he moved his cock back and forth, softly teasing her clit with his finger, as their breathing increased with their movements. She could feel the beads of sweat starting to build up on their bodies with the increased sexual tension they were creating. "Oh my God", she thought, "I'm going to cum again." He wasn't holding on by much from cumming himself, and when he felt her contractions start from deep within, he felt it trigger his own orgasm. As her contractions started to ripple through her, he slowly pulled his cock out, keeping his hand tightly around it and aiming his cum down to her bottom and pussy. Her hand continued to stroke her pussy, as his hand continued to stroke his cock, before he put it between her cheeks and rubbed himself back and forth. "God, this feels good", he said close to her ear and kissing it, before putting his arms around her once more, pulling her back close to his chest.

After a few minutes, he slid down to her pussy and rubbed mixing their cum together, before taking his tongue and tasting their passion; licking her gently as he savored that moment. His tongue felt so sweet to her at that moment when the afterglow was starting to tingle throughout her body. After a bit he stopped and slid himself up beside her, pulling her close to him. As they lay resting against one another, still trying to catch their breath and feel the peace and joy of what they just experienced, they couldn't help but replay some of what just happened through their minds again. Leaning back from her and looking into her eyes, he softly said, "Cindy, I would never hurt you, sweetheart. I love you too much and only want to please you and experience all that is special to us." Seeing a little tear slip out of her eye with the tenderness she felt for him, he reached over and wiped it away with his hand. "David" she tenderly said, "I trust and love you with all my heart. I want to experience all things with you because you make it special. I'm sorry if I gave you such a hard time, but much of this is so new to me and it just takes me longer to warm up to these subjects. I'll trust you, if you're patient with me sweetheart, deal?" Smiling back at her, he had to laugh at how she still managed to make it sound like one of her bargains or bets that he always fell for.

Pulling her close to him, as he smiled, he quietly said, "A deal, darling." Wrapped in each others arms, they fell into a peaceful, dreamy sleep of new beginnings in this cabin in the woods, unaware the snow had stopped falling and the new day that was upon them was the beginning of many new tomorrows.

The end