A/N: I've decided to start a little drabble/oneshot collection. There are going to be twelve drabbles/oneshots, all focusing on a month. They won't really be "connected" to each other, story-line wise, so some might be set back in the days, some will feature them as an established couple, and some as simply good friends :) And you know the pairing I'm talking/writing about is Jibbs :) The title is from a song by Sarah McLachlan, and the little "summary" I put up is a taken from that song. I will be focusing my drabbles/oneshots on the small things that makes life precious, which is what the song is about :) I will update as I write them, and first up is...
January
She slinks in just after midnight, glad to escape the clutches of the icy winter cold, silently gesturing to her driver to leave her bags in the foyer, shakes his hand and tells him good night. She quietly pulls the door closed behind him. Shivers as the cold night air is still clinging to her, waiting for the warmth of her house to penetrate her clothes and reach her skin.
She hangs up her coat, glances into her study to see that everything is in order. Takes a brief look at the stack of mail waiting for her on the kitchen counter. Decides that's tomorrow's problem.
She is tired, and cold.
Bags still in the hallway, she ascends the stairs as quietly as she can, using the knowledge she acquired during her teenage years which steps creak, and put in an effort to avoid those.
The door to her bedroom is ajar, inside it is dark. She slowly pushes the door open, her eyes immediately falling on the bed, and she smiles.
Too exhausted to care about her clothes, she simply sheds them and let them lie where they drop, and fumbling in the dark she manages to find a t-shirt that is not hers and pulls it on, not wanting to risk turning on the lights.
Without further ado, she crawls beneath the covers until she finds what she's seeking. A warm body. His warm body.
He tenses slightly at first, then relaxes when he recognizes her scent, and pulls her petite body closer to his.
"You're late," he mumbles sleepily into her hair, his arms tightening around her.
She smiles against his shoulder. She should have known she couldn't sneak in without him noticing.
"The flight was delayed," she whispers back, closing her eyes as the warmth emanating from him spreads through her stiff limbs. She shifts closer.
"Jenny, you're freezing," he groans, shivering as her icicle toes caress his calf, his fingers slipping beneath the shirt to rub warmth back to the skin on her lower back.
"Not for much longer," she murmurs, already feeling sleep sneak up on her. She smiles as he places a kiss to her hair, and the last thing she thinks before she surrenders to sleep is how much she loves his warm embrace on a cold January night.
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xxx
Emma