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[tragic_mask]

They are outside the Blue Owl Bar. It's mid-morning, so there are cars rushing [so to speak] by, and people walking, biking, or rollerblading down the sidewalk nearby.

"Well, here we are,"  she says brightly, ponytail ruffled by a light breeze.

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[tragic_mask]

"I don't mind," she says, and begins drying off. "As long as I get my share of blankets."

[mechanicalswans]

"You'll get plenty," he says, drying off as well. "And I happen to be a decent furnace when I'm sleeping; if your feet get cold, you're welcome to keep them warm on me."

[tragic_mask]

"You're kind," she says, wrapping her towel around herself and making her way back to the bedroom.

[mechanicalswans]

"It's a gift," he says with a smile, draping his towel over the curtain rod and following her. "It would be selfish not to share it."

[tragic_mask]

"That's true," she says. "Good thing you're so benevolent."

[mechanicalswans]

"I'm careful to use my powers only for good, not for evil," he says, pulling the covers down on one of the beds and climbing in. "Well... that one may be more evil and less good in the summer, with no air conditioning."

[tragic_mask]

"Well, I'm sure I'll be ungrateful then. But in the meantime--"

She drops her towel, rather messily, and quickly jumps in next to him and pulls the covers up to her chin.

[mechanicalswans]

"In the meantime I'll keep you warm," he says with a chuckle, squirming a bit to adjust the pillows to a more comfortable position, and then edging closer to her. "Another of those Minnesota things."

[tragic_mask]

"Ah, one of those," she says, nodding sagely.

[mechanicalswans]

"I can keep you... even warmer, if you want," he says quietly. "If not, that's also fine."

[tragic_mask]

"What's 'warmer' feel like?" she murmurs, with a smile. "Maybe I should do some comparison shopping."

[mechanicalswans]

"...well, it would start with getting closer," he says, leaning closer to nuzzle her neck. "A lot closer."

[tragic_mask]

"That makes perfect sense," she says.

[mechanicalswans]

If she doesn't object, she is getting kissed.

"It's hard to warm someone up from across the room, after all," he murmurs. "And we don't have a fireplace..."

[tragic_mask]

And, naturally, she doesn't.

"Exactly," she replies.

[mechanicalswans]

"Or even candles," he murmurs, and steals another kiss. "I like having fire around; it enhances the mood..."

[tragic_mask]

"I'm somehow not surprised to hear you say that," she smiles.

[mechanicalswans]

"...well, it does," he says with a smile. "You live in the frozen north, and outdoors everything is pale blue or grey, and still--very still. Indoors, there is warm light, and heat, and the movement of the flames. So much more alive."

[tragic_mask]

"I see your point," she says, and nestles herself closer to his warmth.

[mechanicalswans]

"In that house in the suburbs, when we retire, we're going to have a fireplace," he says, nibbling lazily along her jawline. "Maybe more than one."

[tragic_mask]

"Mm. Naturally," she says, tilting her head up unconsciously.

[mechanicalswans]

"And," he continues, both speaking and nibbling, "a fire in the backyard. More untamed, more natural, than one indoors..."

[tragic_mask]

"I see you've got the blueprints half-planned already," she says, grinning at him.

[mechanicalswans]

"...well, there are settings that have always appealed to me," he says with a smile, "but really you're the only important part. Anywhere would be fine, as long as it's with you."

[tragic_mask]

"That's terribly romantic of you," she says, with an arched brow.