Boys make good space heaters!
The skylight had a layer of snow on it, blocking out the sun. They had slept beneath two blankets and their coats for some warmth, and he had protectively pulled her close to him. The cat had curled up by their legs, in an attempt to avoid freezing. He made a mental note to buy another blanket for the loft.
He studied her in the low light. She was still asleep, and curled up close to him. Not for the first time, he marveled at how small she seemed as she slept. She had such a large presence, and when she was angry she could seem an entire foot taller. Actually, seeing her angry was entertaining. He liked to see the emotion flash in her dark brown eyes. It made her look beautiful. He told her that once, and then he had merely suceeded in making her angry with him. When the anger was actually directed at him, it was considerably less entertaining. But still beautiful.
He ran his hand over her shoulder. He could feel the coolness of her skin, and the goosebumps that had been raised. He rubbed her arm, just contently not thinking about anything outside of the little room. He didn't have to think of his tribe or his wife or his children. He didn't have to think of the fact that Elphaba was a terrorist and had possibly killed. He didn't have to think of the danger she put both herself and others in. No, he could just focus on the soft skin beneath his hands, and the way her hair had the smell of lavender in it.
Eventually, she woke up, but he had lost track of time. "Fae?" He asked as she stirred.
With her voice still hoarse from sleep, she murmurred, "Yes?" She blinked her eyes slowly at him, streaching like a cat after a nap.
He pushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes. "Sometimes, I think you only keep me around for the body heat."
She laughed and kissed him. "Nonesense, Yero. You take the trash out for me, too."