A/N: I'm so stuck with everything else so here's this. Much more like what I usually write out of the fandom. Can you tell I was cold?
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She woke to have her heart leap into her throat.
What was that?
A few seconds to quiet the beating of the organ as it slowly slid back to its normal place as recognition ticked in her brain.
Laurie.
Her fingers were tangled in his still ones and she could tell that they had cramped from their nightly stay in such an unfamiliar position. Gently she tugged their hands apart, tucking her own under her side to warm it up for the winter's air was far harsher than she recalled it ever being.
He's so warm.
She shuffled closer, mindful of his pillow as she heaped the blankets that had dragged down in sleep up above her shoulders until her head barely saw the cold light that was dreadfully early morning. Moving about proved to be less fruitful as the cocoon of body heat quickly vanished with her.
If I can just get close.
All those lectures from Marmee and all those talks with the hiking boys in town sprung into her groggy mind and she sought her lover's body quietly thanking science under her breath as she got closer and closer to her sleeping prize.
Oh thank God.
She hit the mass that was her husband and instantly let her hands crawl over his form, apathetic to her promise not to wake him.
Thank you thank you thank you.
She pushed her thin face against his chest and couldn't help the little sigh of delight at the sheer furnace Laurie was, even under his thick bedclothes. It was a simple hooked leg over his and a last wriggle for comfort and she had it!
Warmth.