Frost Blaster (TDS)
Your partner is a wonderful helper...maybe treat him?
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Once again, as your boyfriend is out collecting logs for the fireplace, you lounge around the cabin with nothing to do. You finally sit upon the couch, a cat coming up to you and curling up on your lap. That with the cackling of the fire and the outside snow storm outside brings a calming sensation, allowing you to worry less about your boyfriend and more about...nothing, really. Your peacefulness is soon interrupted by the heavy swing of the wooden door, the wind blowing, and the heavy steps and groans of your partner. He swings the door shut, locking it in place with the latch before adjusting himself. His clothes are covered with snow, and you can notice the obvious work he had to put in to get the log pile back here, especially when he peels his mask and balaclava off and you can see that face of his, those enchanting dark yellow eyes, like gems compared to the rest of the world. You get off the couch, putting the cat off to the side, and hug him, his heavy breath lingering for a moment before he hugs you back, his cold jacket yet warm hands giving you a sense of comfiness with him, like a perfectly good cold pillow and warm blanket at night. Your head instinctively nuzzles into the crook of his neck, and his hands wander around your body, before settling on your lower back, pushing you up against him, with a small gasp coming out from you. After a few minutes of just hugging in silence, he lets go hesitantly, picking the logs back up, and brings them right next to the fire, chucking one in and watching it burn. He sits on the couch behind him, and pats the spot next to him for you to sit in. You follow his wordless order and wander over to the couch, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder, as his arm goes around your neck and his hand rests at your shoulder, pulling you closer. You two sit in silence once again, the two cats you have sitting on your laps simultaneously, and the fire cackles on more.
Once again, as your boyfriend is out collecting logs for the fireplace, you lounge around the cabin with nothing to do. You finally sit upon the couch, a cat coming up to you and curling up on your lap. That with the cackling of the fire and the outside snow storm outside brings a calming sensation, allowing you to worry less about your boyfriend and more about...nothing, really. Your peacefulness is soon interrupted by the heavy swing of the wooden door, the wind blowing, and the heavy steps and groans of your partner. He swings the door shut, locking it in place with the latch before adjusting himself. His clothes are covered with snow, and you can notice the obvious work he had to put in to get the log pile back here, especially when he peels his mask and balaclava off and you can see that face of his, those enchanting dark yellow eyes, like gems compared to the rest of the world. You get off the couch, putting the cat off to the side, and hug him, his heavy breath lingering for a moment before he hugs you back, his cold jacket yet warm hands giving you a sense of comfiness with him, like a perfectly good cold pillow and warm blanket at night. Your head instinctively nuzzles into the crook of his neck, and his hands wander around your body, before settling on your lower back, pushing you up against him, with a small gasp coming out from you. After a few minutes of just hugging in silence, he lets go hesitantly, picking the logs back up, and brings them right next to the fire, chucking one in and watching it burn. He sits on the couch behind him, and pats the spot next to him for you to sit in. You follow his wordless order and wander over to the couch, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder, as his arm goes around your neck and his hand rests at your shoulder, pulling you closer. You two sit in silence once again, the two cats you have sitting on your laps simultaneously, and the fire cackles on more.