DAY TWO: On a chilly evening, April is cold and clings to a warm Jackson, hugging him close for his warmth.


"I couldn't open the wine bottle so you're gonna have to do it."

April pulls down the sleeves of her sweater, tucks her legs beneath herself comfortably, resting her chin against the top of her right knee.

"Did you at least try this time?" He laughs from in the bathroom, and she can tell that he probably has a grin on his face even though she can't see it.

Rolling her eyes, the trauma surgeon nods to herself, cradling her arms around her legs, bringing them closer, keeping her warmer. "Yes, I tried."

The bathroom door opens then, hot steam pouring out across the cold wooden floorboards and making April glance up at her husband, stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame with a smirk on his lips.

Jackson eyes her for a second, contemplates moving, "Did you?"

"Yes." She bites her lip, hugs herself tighter. "How are you not cold right now?" The redhead almost pouts.

He shrugs, steps closer and sits on the edge of the bed, towel around his waist and wet chest glistening.

"Because I just had a very hot shower and you refused to join me."

She almost has to slap herself for staring, until she remembers that she can she will.

He is hers. She's allowed to stare if she likes, and maybe even use him as a radiator?"

She nods her head once, licks her lips and shuffles closer to him, "I now regret that decision."

"Because you're cold?" Jackson grins, holds his arms out open, inviting her into his tanned body willingly. His arms wrap around her waist then, her legs by his side and his chest to her side. She leans her head against his left shoulder, snuggles just a little bit closer.

"Because you're hot." She giggles at her own reply, looks up at him through long, tired lashes, "Maybe I need heating up?"

"Maybe you do." He nods, agrees, runs his thumb over her hip tenderly, tracing the cool pale skin beneath her purple sweater.

"Any ideas?" She shivers, once, twice when he kisses the side of her neck.

"Oh, I have plenty."

"Bath?"

"Not what I was thinking, but alright."