Let It Snow
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
The lake house was their sanctuary, their own private world that Kate and Daryl snuck away to whenever they found the chance. Last night had been one such opportunity.
Now Kate stretched lazily across the bed grasping through sleepy eyes for any scrap of quilt to cover herself with. The weather had turned so cold in these last few weeks and she begun to realise that Daryl had a serious problem. He was a monstrous duvet stealer of the worse degree.
She opened her eyes fully to see the thief's side of the bed empty and the quilt on the floor to her annoyance. As Kate scooted along the mattress to grab the blanket she caught sight of Daryl running in the cabin from outside, stark naked in all his glory, his manhood swinging between his legs and she blushed. No matter how long they were together and how many times she had seen him like this she still felt the same butterflies, the same nervous excitement.
Daryl was holding something in his hand and his faced was covered in a grin, "it's snowed," he rasped as he threw what he was holding directly at her. She realised too late what it was and the snowball flew through the air hitting her square on her naked arse.
"You little shit!" Kate gasped and jumped out of the bed. Pulling on her jeans, boots and jumper in a frenzy as Daryl did the same. She was ready faster and snatched up his shirt before he had a chance, stealing it away with her as she dashed out into the snow.
"That's just damn cruel woman…"
Kate smirked and tied his shirt around her waist, "too bad Mr Dixon... should have been quicker…"
She ducked behind his motorcycle and started to make a pile of snowballs. She managed three before Daryl came charging towards her throwing his snowball, it hit the handle bar of the bike and Kate squealed and threw one back at him. It smacked straight on his bare chest and exploding into frozen powder that was sweet vengeance.
Then Kate started to run behind the cabin, Daryl's snowballs whizzing past her head, "you go straight for the bloody kill don't you," she laughed and threw one back at him.
Then she felt a ball of snow hit her arse and shuddered as some snow crept past her waist band and into her jeans. "That's an easier target…" he teased.
"What are you trying to say?" Kate halted and narrowed her eyes.
"Yer a woman with a great ass… it definitely ain't… flat," his hands gestured as if to illustrate the roundness and she threw her remaining snowball hitting him directly on his stupid head. Daryl stumbled around and fell into the snow acting out a melodramatic death scene and Kate snorted. He looked so ridiculously boyish rather than her rough around the edges wild redneck and she felt more in love with him than ever.
"Ain't ya gonna rescue me woman?" he lay in the snow and half opened his eyes before shutting them again a smile twitching on his lips.
Kate tiptoed towards him scooping up another snowball along the way and when she came to within a couple of feet of him he grabbed her legs, rugby tackling her to the ground. As Daryl climbed on top her he scooped a heap of snow down her jumper. "No... no…" she pleaded through breathless laughs before shouting, "you're evil."
Daryl grinned completely unapologetic and Kate squashed the snowball in her hand against his forehead. He shook the snow out of his hair and leaned his head slowly forward to kiss her. His lips on hers were red hot as she lay on the freezing cold ground and she felt a fire of butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly, sending heat down every limb.
Snowflakes began to drift from the sky, tucking them into their icy blanket and Daryl shivered against Kate's body as his naked chest covered in goosebumps. He nuzzled her neck with one more kiss before scooping her up off the ground and over his shoulder as he ran into the lake house where he lit the fire to warm them back up.
"It's snowin' a damn blizzard out there… might have to stay here for a coupla days," he smirked with his eyebrows raised before he strode over to Kate. He pulled her wet jumper over her head, nestling his ice cold nose between her breasts before he laid her in front of the fire and made love to her until they were hot and sweaty. Just like he had that first night in the lake house.