1. Snowblind


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    swirled around us. I clutched her hand tight in mine and dragged her to the nearest tent. Victoria stumbled after me and only watched as I threw open the flap to my tent and pulled her inside, fastening down the door in a vain attempt to isolate us from the bitter world outside. She stood in the middle of the tent, hugging herself, looking confused. “We can’t stay out there in this, Victoria. We’ll slowly freeze to death. The fire’s out, we’ll just have to make do.” I walked over and held her shoulders, gently sitting her down on my bed roll. She just watched me work. I fished for my stove, lighting the small fire and setting it in front of her, on the quilted sleeping bag. She sat, trembling, while I took her gloves off and held her hands close to the fire. “Keep warm,” I told her, ducking out of the tent again. She shouted after me at last as I fastened the door shut and, shivering still, I headed for her tent. I returned a few minutes later, exhaling deeply and watching my breath rise around me as I rushed to close the tent once more. I dropped her sleeping bag, and the blankets I found in her tent, next to mine, along with her stove – just in case. “You’re sleeping with me tonight, Victoria.” I suddenly realised my phrasing might not have been very well chosen. I turned, slowly. She was sat in front of the small fire, her slender hands cradling the flame. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and the snow-flecked fur of her lowered hood. The colour had ...
    partially returned to her cheeks and her eyes had dried up. She gave me a smile that made my heart skip. I’d not seen her smile too often in the past few days, but the grin that spread across her face and the giggle she let out was warm and smooth, like liquid chocolate to my soul. “I am, am I?” She giggled. “Hmm. Maybe.” She winked and laughed, throwing a glove at me as I struggled out of my own. The return of Vicky’s playful side had me grinning instantly. I threw myself down next to her, bumping her into the wall of the tent. A small avalanche of snow slid down the outside, loudly, as she pushed me back. Laughing, I took my freezing hands and cupped the warmth of her cheeks. She gave a shrill, high shriek, and pulled away. “Your hands are dead !” she cried at me, holding them tight in her slightly warmer ones. She held my hands over the stove and we both tried to regain some kind of feeling, rubbing each other’s fingertips and breathing fruitlessly on the stinging skin. “If I’m sleeping with you, tonight, mister, you’d better warm those hands up! They’re not getting in my knickers in that state.” I looked at her and we both smirked before she hit me again. She brushed the dusting of snow from my shoulder and rested her cheek against me as we resumed the cuddle we’d held outside. Quiet fell in the tent, apart from the merciless lashing against the tent walls, pulsating like bellows. Pulling the blankets and opened up sleeping bags over us, we huddled close together around that tiny ...
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