*A!A here--I screwed up. Poor cutting and pasting on my part. So here's the cleaned up 2nd part.*
Bridget nodded, settling beside the big Nord. It was nice. They didn’t do this very often, she thought tiredly, already reaching into one of her packs for some food she’d cooked earlier. She knew that she shouldn’t pass up this opportunity of a blazing fire to do more cooking but the cold and the day’s events had tired her out. Handing some of the wolf steak to Stenvar, she took a bite of her own share and chewed. “This is nice.” Her head fell against the shoulder of his armor, resting there as she stared into the fire. “You’ve been a good friend to me, Stenvar. That means a lot.”
Stenvar looked down at the Breton leaning against him. He was glad they hadn’t tried to make it back to town—she likely wouldn’t have made ten steps before he’d have had to have carried her. Not that he would have complained—he enjoyed the few chances he had to hold her to him. “You look exhausted, Bridget. To bed with you.” He turned to one of the bedrolls, making sure that furs were stacked beneath it to give extra padding. Turning back to her, he saw her shivering. “Bridget, we need to get you into warmer clothes,” he suggested gently. He hadn’t realized that the snow that had caked her armor had soaked into the leather as it melted. “Where are your other clothes?”
Bridget’s teeth chattered as she shook her head. “Only brought my armor. Thought we would be back by nightfall,” she admitted, cheeks reddening. “I’ll be fine.”
Stenvar shook his head. Strong fingers moving with sureness, almost as if he was getting a child ready for bed, he began to unbuckle her light leather armor. “You’re going to be ill. Now stop arguing,” he ground out. Soon she was huddled in just her underthings and Stenvar swallowed a growl. “Into the bedroll. Now.”
Bridget scuttled to the bedroll, cocooning herself in the furs. Slowly the cold began to seep from her to be replaced by the warmth of the bedroll. “Thank you, Stenvar,” she muttered groggily as sleep claimed her.
Stenvar stood staring down at the sleeping Breton, shaking his head. Stripping off his own armor, he settled down on the bedroll beside Bridget, pulling the furs of his bedroll around himself. In the morning they would be on their way. And woe betide Bridget if she was under the assumption that Stenvar wouldn’t be paying closer attention to her packing from now on.
It was hours later and the fire had burned down so that embers glittered like rubies amidst the ashes. As the fire died, so the cold curled back around the two adventurers and with it the shivering that wracked Bridget. Blindly, she sought out the heat she could feel just at the edge of her senses, rolling towards that solid wall of heat beside her. Finally she was beside it and she sighed contentedly as she curled against the wall of heat.
She had never felt so warm and safe, she thought, absently stroking her hand against the wall. The wall shifted and she suddenly found herself engulfed in arms like bands of steel. Oh, she thought with a small grin, it was one of THOSE dreams. Nuzzling, she snuggled deeper into the warmth, banishing the cold that chased the edges of her dreams.
Re: F!DB/Stenvar "Warming Up the DB" 2/? Corrected* (Stenvar/F!DB)
Bridget nodded, settling beside the big Nord. It was nice. They didn’t do this very often, she thought tiredly, already reaching into one of her packs for some food she’d cooked earlier. She knew that she shouldn’t pass up this opportunity of a blazing fire to do more cooking but the cold and the day’s events had tired her out. Handing some of the wolf steak to Stenvar, she took a bite of her own share and chewed. “This is nice.” Her head fell against the shoulder of his armor, resting there as she stared into the fire. “You’ve been a good friend to me, Stenvar. That means a lot.”
Stenvar looked down at the Breton leaning against him. He was glad they hadn’t tried to make it back to town—she likely wouldn’t have made ten steps before he’d have had to have carried her. Not that he would have complained—he enjoyed the few chances he had to hold her to him. “You look exhausted, Bridget. To bed with you.” He turned to one of the bedrolls, making sure that furs were stacked beneath it to give extra padding. Turning back to her, he saw her shivering. “Bridget, we need to get you into warmer clothes,” he suggested gently. He hadn’t realized that the snow that had caked her armor had soaked into the leather as it melted. “Where are your other clothes?”
Bridget’s teeth chattered as she shook her head. “Only brought my armor. Thought we would be back by nightfall,” she admitted, cheeks reddening. “I’ll be fine.”
Stenvar shook his head. Strong fingers moving with sureness, almost as if he was getting a child ready for bed, he began to unbuckle her light leather armor. “You’re going to be ill. Now stop arguing,” he ground out. Soon she was huddled in just her underthings and Stenvar swallowed a growl. “Into the bedroll. Now.”
Bridget scuttled to the bedroll, cocooning herself in the furs. Slowly the cold began to seep from her to be replaced by the warmth of the bedroll. “Thank you, Stenvar,” she muttered groggily as sleep claimed her.
Stenvar stood staring down at the sleeping Breton, shaking his head. Stripping off his own armor, he settled down on the bedroll beside Bridget, pulling the furs of his bedroll around himself. In the morning they would be on their way. And woe betide Bridget if she was under the assumption that Stenvar wouldn’t be paying closer attention to her packing from now on.
It was hours later and the fire had burned down so that embers glittered like rubies amidst the ashes. As the fire died, so the cold curled back around the two adventurers and with it the shivering that wracked Bridget. Blindly, she sought out the heat she could feel just at the edge of her senses, rolling towards that solid wall of heat beside her. Finally she was beside it and she sighed contentedly as she curled against the wall of heat.
She had never felt so warm and safe, she thought, absently stroking her hand against the wall. The wall shifted and she suddenly found herself engulfed in arms like bands of steel. Oh, she thought with a small grin, it was one of THOSE dreams. Nuzzling, she snuggled deeper into the warmth, banishing the cold that chased the edges of her dreams.