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The cabin was buried in snow when you got to it, and you grinned to yourself. Four days of solitude. Four days of next to no one being able to get in touch with you and the peace of the mountain surrounding you.
Four days to welcome the new year properly.
More snow began falling as you stepped up onto the porch and shook yourself off, shifting your heavy pack. You floundered with the old lock for a minute in your thick mittens before it finally gave way.
You swung the door open, dragging your small supply sled piled high with firewood and a few other things into the main living area of the cabin. Whoever had been up here last had left a bundle of newspaper in the wood stove, and you wasted no time starting a little fire.
As night fell over the mountain and the cabin warmed up, you shed your damp hiking overclothes and hung them up to dry next to the stove. Clad in your most comfortable pair of pajama pants and placing your lantern on the rickety end table you recognized from last year, you curled up in one of the rustic chairs with the sleeping bag wrapped around your legs and a favorite book in your hands.
You didn't remember falling asleep. A loud bang woke you up with a jump, the book tumbling out of your hands to rest spine-up on the floor. Your brow furrowed as another bang rattled the door, and you glanced at your battery-powered alarm clock.
Its almost eleven o' clock at night. Who even in the hell?
Picking up your backpacking hatchet you crept to the door and began undoing the two deadbolts. "Alright," you said loudly, "I'm armed, so no funny business!"
"P-Please-" Whoever it was, they were shivering hard enough to break up their words.
They must be damn near frozen, out on the mountain this late, you mused as you swung open the door. "Don't you know its dangerous up here, idiot?" you scolded, grabbing one of the man's arms and tugging him inside. "It's snowing like a bastard out there. They all out of common sense at the fucking kayak shop?"
"G-g-got. L-l-l-lost." the frozen guest mumbled through ice-coated facial hair, struggling with the buckles on his (obviously new) frame backpack. You hastily lent him a hand, popping the snaps with veteran ease.
"Alright bud, peel your layers and we'll hang them up to dry. Pack by the door after you brush the snow off it." you directed him, taking down your (mostly dry) clothes and laying them out on one of the four bunks built into the walls.
"O-k-k-kay." The man's fingers were slow and clumsy as he fought with the laces on his boots, which were new-looking as well. As a matter of fact, his whole setup (soaked through) looked like it had just come off a rack at Cabelas.
You rolled your eyes. A fucking newbie lost, tonight of all nights. Good thing I was here, I guess.
"You got a death wish or something, buddy?" you asked, taking the man's black and gold coat and slinging it over the clothesline. The stove hissed as droplets landed on it.
"M-m-map. Got w-wet." New Arrival grimaced, unfolding what had once been a map and now more closely resembled wet tissue paper. All the ink ran together on the thing, staining his fingers green and blue. He plopped it down onto the table with a sigh.
"Looks like all of you got wet, man." you gestured up and down, an amused smile crossing your face.
"R-R-Roman. M-my name's Roman." the young man offered a weak grin, extending his hand. "Th-th-thanks for l-l-letting me in and n-not killing me with your ax."
"Don't thank me yet, the night is still young." you teased, shaking his hand. "And its a hatchet, you fucking Philistine." His handshake was firm despite the shivering of his body, and he certainly wasn't hard to look at. The ink wrapping around his right arm was impressive, in a word, never mind that face and hair. You decided you liked Roman.
...
He was from Florida, which explained his lack of preparation. Didn't excuse it however, and you said as much while sorting through his pack.
"Why the hell did you bring this much food? You're at fifty pounds, easy." you asked in confusion, placing another can of beef stew down onto the table.
"I got the lightweight sleeping bag so I could pack more food. This was supposed to be an endurance thing for me anyhow." Roman explained, drying his hair off over the sink with a t-shirt he'd brought.
"This 'lightweight' sleeping bag is only rated down to 40 degrees, dude. There's a reason it's lightweight." You continued pawing through his pack. "Where's your tent?"
"Tent?" He looked at you blankly while you tugged a large book out of the bottom of the bag. "I wasn't really gonna' do a tent."
"You were...oh no." you slapped your forehead with the book. It was one of those highly impractical casual backpacker books, full of incredible knowledge like did you know moss grows on the north side of trees and don't drink water straight from the stream. "It's almost the dead of winter, Roman. You can't be this dumb."
"What? I can build a lean-to, and a fire if I need it! I've got firestarter steel and everything!" he said defensively.
"Let's just be happy that you lurched onto my porch instead of up to the top of the mountain. Or worse, if you tripped in the dark and took the 'easy way' down." You tossed the book aside, brushing off your hands. "Do you have people that will be looking for you? Someone you can call?"
"No, my parents know I'll be gone for a few days. I brought my phone but I figured there wouldn't be any service up here."
"You figured right, buddy."
"Listen I...I'm really sorry about this. I didn't mean to interrupt your vacation and I'm sure you were just trying to relax and not have to handle some lost puppy greenhorn." Roman looked positively dejected and you relented.
"Hey, it's okay man. I don't know you or anything but you seem decent. I'm glad you're not in sixty pieces at the base of the trail for me to find when I come back down in three days, y'know?" you said, putting a hand on his arm. "If you promise not to murder me in my sleep and help out around here with the chores, you can stay as long as you need to." you offered.
"You sure? I'd hate to be a third wheel. I'm sure when your friends get here they'll be really confused as to why there's a strange guy hanging around." Roman said hesitantly.
You chuckled. "No one else is coming up here to hang out with me, Roman. Unless there's more 'lost puppies' like yourself. I'm alone."
"Oh." His brow furrowed. "If I could stay, at least overnight, I'd really appreciate it." he said finally, twisting his hands in his lap.
"I offered, didn't I?" you answered easily, getting to your feet. "C'mon, let's get you into a bunk."
…
The night passed quietly enough and you woke to a cold, blue dawn, well-rested. With a yawn you swung your legs off your bunk and got to your feet, shivering a little and shrugging into your sweatshirt.
Roman was still asleep, no doubt exhausted from his trek the day before. He'd mentioned it took him over six hours just to get to the cabin, a hike that should have taken three hours. He looked a little silly, bundled up in that paper-thin sleeping bag and his 'sporty' jacket.
You opted to let him sleep, starting the old propane cooktop in the kitchen to boil snow for the day. The wood stove in the main room and sleeping area still had a good amount of embers in it so you left it alone, setting the large pot of snow onto the cooktop and then shuffling through your supplies for your instant oatmeal and peanut butter.
"Mornin' boss." Roman was remarkably quiet for someone his size, startling you when he appeared at your elbow still in that black and gold jacket. "What're you up to?"
"Breakfast, Roman!" you replied cheerily, waving a packet of oatmeal in his face. "Want some? I'll trade you two packets for a can of your beef stew."
"Make it three and you've got a deal." Roman's smile was sleepy, head cocked to the side and wavy strands of hair loose from his bun. You fought the urge to tuck his hair behind his ear, busying your hands with your mess kit instead.
After breakfast Roman lingered at the table, fingers tapping the surface as he looked outside at the sunrise. "December thirtieth. Tomorrow is New Years Eve. I wasn't sure earlier this year if I'd make it this far." he admitted.
"What do you mean?" you asked, sitting back down across from him.
"It's been a rough few months." Roman said quietly. "Lot of hard times. It's looking up now though. That's what the new year is for, right? New beginnings, better stuff."
"I'll drink to that." you said, making him laugh when you tapped your metal mug to his with a dull clunk. "To new beginnings! To a better year, a better you and a better life."
…
Roman seemed to have decided to stick around, watching with something akin to wonder while you chipped some wood into smaller pieces and prepared to take a hike up to the top of the mountain. "Can I come?" he asked finally as you laced up your boots by the door.
You rolled your eyes teasingly and got to your feet. "Layer up the right way and we'll see. Come on."
The sky was bright blue over the two of you as you locked the cabin and set off through the snow, pausing to let Roman gawk at the incredible view from the porch.
"This is amazing." he breathed, almost tripping down the stairs before catching himself. You tucked your hands into your pockets, waiting while he snapped a picture of the snow-covered pines with his phone.
"Ready, tourist?" you grinned, gesturing back to where the top of the mountain fought free of its collar of hardy pine trees.
The woods were quiet, trees creaking under the weight of the snow and birds chirping the only noises to be heard. You took a deep breath in and exhaled in a sigh of content. This is what I came for.
Roman came thundering through the snow behind you, apparently only silent when not in gunboat-sized boots. "I saw a cardinal!" he exclaimed, "I got a picture too, look." There was a blurry mass of white with one brilliant speck of red proudly displayed on the dim phone screen he shoved at you.
You fought a laugh, resorting to rumpling his ski cap in a halfhearted attempt at a noogie. He grinned down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders after a second and aiming the front facing camera at the two of you. You were caught off guard, staring up at him while he smiled and took a picture.
"There! Now I won't forget." Roman seemed ridiculously satisfied with himself, tramping on ahead of you (albeit in the wrong direction). You rolled your eyes.
"Roman! Peak is that way!"
…
Night came with another series of flurries, and after stoking the coals back into a cozy fire you and Roman tucked into a hearty dinner of beef stew. A single candle lit the table, the cabin warming up as the evening fell.
"So why are you up here, all alone?" Roman asked while he rinsed the mess kits out in the sink.
"Tradition. I started three or four years ago. Originally there were more of us coming up the first time I came, but the weather was so bad I was the only one that made it." you shrugged, "I kinda' just kept coming back alone after that."
"A quiet New Years."
"Yep."
He fell silent for a few minutes, scrubbing a little harder than he needed to at a spot on his camp mug. "I'm uh. I'm sorry that I'm kind of fucking up your shit." he said bluntly. "Traditions are a big deal in my family, so I understand that I'm intruding."
"Hey, it's okay." you put a hand on his arm again, feeling him tense and watching the black ink shift under your touch. "I'm glad I'm not alone for once." You tapped his wrist. "Is this a tradition?"
"Is wh...oh! Yeah. My family is really close. A lot of us have the tattoos. It's great when we all get together, y'know? We play football and all our moms scold us when we're rough." He smiled fondly. "We raise hell. Me, my brother and sister and cousins. Cracking foreheads together and hollering."
"You sound like you have a lot of fun. Why come up here for New Years? Why not be with your family?" you asked curiously.
Roman's look turned serious, gray eyes falling to stare at the sink. "I have a lot to be thankful for. My family, my life. But after all the shit that happened earlier this year I...I needed to get back on track. Refocus. I figured a hike through a damn blizzard would straighten me out."
Silence reigned between the two of you as you laid the mess kits out to dry. The expression on his face seemed a little melancholy.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here. You're...a welcome addition." you said finally.
Roman lit up, smiling down at you. "Yeah?"
You couldn't help smiling back. "Yeah. Wanna stick around, help me ring in the new year tomorrow night?"
"Absolutely. You saved my life, after all."
The mood lightened as the evening carried on, the two of you sitting at the table with steaming mugs of hot cocoa while he flipped through the pictures and videos on his phone. Roman had so many good memories to share, his voice low and excited as he talked. He used his hands to illustrate points; his whole body was enthusiastically expressive and you just watched and listened while he reminisced.
"They won't believe me if I tell them I met a cute babe in a cabin out in the woods somewhere, that's for sure. Took your picture so they'd have to believe me." Roman pushed the hair back from his face again, and you found yourself tucking a lock of hair behind his ear.
"It was bugging me." you explained when he paused. "You were saying?"
"I was, wasn't I. Huh." Roman seemed at a loss for words, raising a hand to tentatively cup your face. He exhaled hard when you leaned into his grip, closing your eyes for a second. His thumb rubbed gently across your cheek. "Hey." he murmured, "I'm glad I'm up here with you, y'know that?"
"Why?"
"Why the hell not?" Roman asked, answering your question with one of his own. "You've been nothing but kind to me this whole time. Taught me some stuff, like maybe next time I ought to laminate my map or use a little more care when picking a sleeping bag." he said ruefully, making you snicker. "If you weren't up here I...I don't know what would have happened to me. So uh. Thank you."
"You're hardly someone difficult to deal with, Roman." you scoffed, fighting back a blush when he removed his hand. "You've been no trouble at all, and I've enjoyed having you around. I'm so used to being alone up here."
His eyes flicked down to your lips and then back up. "I'm glad that we could help each other out. I feel like you got the worse end of the deal though." he joked, getting to his feet and then stretching luxuriously, exposing what might as well be miles upon miles of tanned, well-toned muscle.
Your mouth went dry and you gulped, tearing your eyes away from him before he could notice you gawking. "Well, it's been a long day. And it'll be even longer tomorrow, New Years and all that." you managed to say, almost tripping over the bench in your haste to stand up from the table.
Roman caught you, his hand gentle on your forearm. He stared at you for a minute with a serious expression before releasing you, his brow furrowed like he was thinking hard about something.
"You okay?" you asked pensively, confused by his actions. Roman's only response was a silent half-smile before he laid down on his bunk and wrapped up in his sleeping bag again.
You tossed and turned that night, unable to get comfortable. That look taunted you, demanded that you think and overthink about it.
He looked like he was trying to figure something out. Probably deciding when to leave in the morning.
I wonder if he wanted to kiss me.
You huffed at your train of thought. Come on, pull yourself together. Don't be creepy. He's nice, yeah, but you're not irresistible by any means. Best to leave that where it is.
Roman shifted in his bunk across from you and you froze, the noise near deafening in the pre-dawn silence. He was shivering hard enough for you to hear that thin sleeping bag crinkling uneasily beneath him, and you sighed. "Roman?"
"Mmmhm?" he mumbled sleepily.
"You want my sleeping bag? You sound like you're freezing." you offered, wrapping your sleeping bag around you to make the trek across the room. The chill of the floor leeched in through your thick stockings, making you wince and quickly scoot to his bunk.
Roman groaned, "M' c-c-cold, baby girl." the pet name stopping you dead in your tracks momentarily. You thanked God for the fact that it was almost pitch black in the cabin, so no one could see the neon flush that was surely coloring your face.
"Hey, here." you said softly, extending a corner of sleeping bag for him to take. Instead a strong hand gripped your own, and Roman yanked you (somewhat gracelessly) into the bunk with him. You barely missed knocking yourself out on the upper bunk, ducking at the last second. "Roman?!" you hissed indignantly, heart pounding as he pressed you against his chest and hummed in what seemed to be happiness.
"Good...warm." he mumbled into your hair while petting it, his other hand tugging your thick sleeping bag across the two of you. "...sleep."
A leg flung over yours and you were cocooned in warmth. Your eyes drifted shut as his even breathing calmed your racing heart, and before you knew it you were sound asleep.
…
"Morning, how'd you sleep?"
You grumbled, still half-asleep as you snuggled down into the chest of whoever and waved your arm in irritation at whatever was trying to wake you. "Shhh."
"My bad, baby girl." Whoever it was sounded like they were trying hard not to laugh, fingers twining through your own and pulling your hand back under the sleeping bag.
"Good dream." you sighed contentedly, not wanting to wake up from this comfortable state.
"I'm really sorry to wake you, but we kind of slept in from the looks of things."
That was Roman's voice.
You were in Roman's bunk.
With Roman.
You sat bolt upright and regretted it instantly as you cracked your forehead against the bottom of the top bunk. "Ah! Fuck!" you burst out, feeling like an absolute idiot as you waited for the pain to calm down with a hand pressed to your forehead.
"Jesus! You okay?" Roman asked worriedly as you blinked back reflex tears, his hand rubbing small circles on your back.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Just damn near rang my own bell." you mumbled. "Hell of a way to start the day."
"Well I mean, now you could say you rang in the New Year." The grin Roman gave you was almost enough to keep you from walloping him in the shoulder as hard as you could.
Almost.
"Gee, nothing like a dad joke to cheer me up." you said sarcastically as he rubbed at his shoulder and grimaced. "Ugh, what time is it?"
"It's almost ten. I dunno' about you but I'm fucking ravenous."
"Same." Oh god no no not like that come on. Food, he's talking about food, control yourself! you thought in exasperation. "C'mon, let's make breakfast."
…
The old broom still cleaned the porch fine, just like last year. You leaned on it, sighing as you watched the snow drift down lazily. Your hair was damp from washing up, chilling your head even under your hat. Another year about to begin. Who knows what might happen? you mused, sweeping the light flakes off the steps. The memory of Roman literally pulling you into bed floated to the surface and you blushed, slowing to a stop. I definitely didn't see Tall, Dark, and Handsome in my future when I headed up here.
"Need a hand out here, baby girl?"
Speak of the devil. You shook your head no, partially at yourself and partially at Roman, who sported similarly wet hair from his own morning bath. "I'm all set. Done. Until more piles up, anyhow." you said curtly, leaning the broom beside the door and coming back inside. He followed you, leaning on the door frame while you started unlacing your boots.
"Do you uh...you wanna' go for a hike or something? Like yesterday?" he asked hesitantly. "Or is it too dangerous with the weather being how it is?"
He sounded nervous and it caught you off guard, your hands pausing. "...we should be okay? If you'd like to, we can try for the peak again." you answered finally, retying your boot. "Besides, what's New Years Eve without a dumb quest or two?"
"Yeah!" The smile he directed your way made you grateful you were sitting, your whole body feeling hot. Shit, did the man steal the sun from Florida when he came up here?! "Maybe a new tradition?" Roman continued, mischief plain in that grin.
The peak was alive with hikers despite the snow, everyone making the long haul to climb to the top as the start of their respective New Years resolutions. Some experienced, others...well, Roman may have found a few kindred spirits. You heard the phrase "she saved my life, y'know" leave his mouth more than once as the two of you chatted with the group. Eventually his arm wrapped around your shoulders, fitting you into his side like you belonged there.
When the sun broke through briefly around one o' clock, it inspired a chorus of cheers. Roman raised his hand with his fingers curled into the "hang loose" gesture, closing his eyes as he tilted his face upwards. You nudged him in the ribs after he stayed that way for a little while, and he blinked down at you drowsily.
"Wanna' head home?" you asked, surprised when he nodded and stood to help you up.
"It's fucking beautiful up here, baby girl." Roman's voice was so soft you almost missed his comment on the way back to the cabin, the snapping of his phone taking pictures the only other sound. "I can hardly believe it sometimes. I mean, we see this stuff on Christmas cards, but having it in front of you...it's pretty amazing."
"Well I'm sure the mountain appreciates your respect." you jibed, making him chuckle.
"She beat respect into me with the hike up, no doubt there."
Roman caught your hand under the shelter of a picturesque pine tree, his smile back in full force as he took another photo of the two of you. You at least had the good sense to smile at the camera this time. "Why do you keep doing that?" you asked curiously as he zipped the phone back into his pocket.
"Beauty needs to be documented." Roman's face had gone serious again, the mittened fingers in your own squeezing slightly before letting go. "I don't want to forget this. I think it's definitely in the running for best New Years yet." he said honestly, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. "And I'm not even shitfaced."
You couldn't hold back from laughing at that.
…
When you sat down on your bunk without your sleeping bag after supper, Roman grumbled.
"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow when he wrapped himself up in both sleeping bags (despite the roaring fire you'd stoked in the stove) and made his way over to plop down sulkily beside you.
"You can't go to sleep now, it's New Years Eve." he scolded. "We gotta' play games and shit. Like twenty questions."
"Another tradition, right?" you grimaced. Roman nodded enthusiastically. "Twenty questions is kind of kid's shit, Roman. No offense or anything."
"Question one," he began, making you snort. "what's your favorite color?"
"Are we really-"
"Hey! I'm the one asking the questions."
"Uh, fucking Georgia. Sue me. I'm not playing this." you protested.
"You forfeit your turn! Question two. What's your favorite memory of New Years?"
"I don't know, I've got a lot of them under my belt. You're seriously go-"
"You keep breaking the rules and I'm going to have to kiss you before midnight." Roman said seriously. "And then it won't count."
"What won't count?" you asked in confusion. He replied by running a finger over your lower lip and kissing you softly on the forehead.
"Your New Years kiss. That whole, 'if you kiss this person on New Years you'll be together until the next one' thing. Don't want to spoil it." he explained with a wink.
Oh god.
"Roman..."
"Baby girl, you didn't answer my question. Are you planning on answering?" he teased, nudging you in your side.
"How about you answer one of mine?" you demanded, flustered. "Yesterday night, did you want to kiss me?"
Roman's smug expression faltered, practically answering the question for you. "Well yeah." he said awkwardly after a couple of minutes. "You're beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to kiss you?"
"I um." Well this has backfired horribly. "Never mind. Next question. I promise I'll answer." you mumbled.
Roman quirked an eyebrow, wrapping the sleeping bag around your shoulders and hugging you. "If you're uncomfortable, we can stop. I'm just fucking around, y'know."
"No no, ask away. I'm already knee-deep in juvenile hell, might as well keep going." you said dryly.
"Just for that sass." Roman leaned closer. "Did you want to kiss me last night?" His expression was playful. "Alternatively: did you or did you not enjoy waking up with me this morning?"
"Th-that's two questions." you stammered, feeling heat pool between your legs as he rested a hand on your thigh.
He rolled his eyes. "Just pick one, baby girl."
You were gratified by his surprised gasp when you pulled him in for a kiss. "You ask too many questions." you breathed against his mouth as you drew back.
"I could stop, if you want. We could do something else." Roman offered, looking a little dazed.
"Oh? Like what?"
His reply was to take your hand in his own and place it over the tie on his sweatpants. You could feel him arched against your palm and you bit your lip at the sudden surge of want that came over you. "Or would you rather that I start with you?" he asked, sliding a finger agonizingly slow down the seam of your sleeping shorts and making you squirm.
"It's...I mean it's been a while for me." you admitted, rubbing your hand over his cock through the sweatpants.
Roman quickly wrangled your shorts down to your ass, growling "how long?" like he was offended by the notion that you hadn't gotten laid for any period of time. He didn't seem to actually expect an answer though, feeling how wet you were through your panties and groaning, "Must have been a long fucking time if you're already this worked up, baby girl."
You couldn't help the blush that rose at that, untying his sweats and shoving them down. "How about you fix that, huh?" you suggested boldly, loving the heated look that he gave you afterward.
"Oh, I plan on it."
Roman jerked your shorts down your legs and tossed them to the side, his own sweats following suit. He pressed your back down against the sleeping bag, eyes searching yours as he tugged at your underwear. "New question. And answer honestly." he said, pressing a kiss to your hip. His goatee rasped softly across your skin, making you shiver.
You rolled your eyes. More questions, seriously? You're fucking gorgeous and naked over me and you have more questions?
"You want this, right?" he asked quietly, pausing in taking off your panties. "Because if you don't, we'll stop."
"Jesus Christ Roman."
The dark-haired man laughed at the exasperation in your voice. "I have to ask! If the other party isn't into it, then why bother?" he reasoned, your underwear joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
"'Shut up', and 'fuck me please'. Those are all the answers you need." you murmured, and he snapped his head up from where he had been kissing your hip again. His pupils were blown wide in the half-light and he licked his lips.
"Damn, baby girl."
"I said please." you repeated, canting your hips up towards him. Roman smiled down at you, hair a complete mess and eyes hungry. His dick slid against your pussy and you whimpered needily.
"You sure fucking did." he whispered, the head of his cock rubbing your clit teasingly. You moaned, rolling your hips up into his and urging him on. "Easy, baby girl. If we go too fast, you'll get hurt. Nice and slow." Roman murmured into your ear, slow apparently meaning agonizingly glacial. "Oh god, it's definitely been a while." he groaned through clenched teeth, carefully pressing his cock into your waiting heat.
Your mouth popped open as he bottomed out, a breathless noise pushed from your throat. He shuddered at the sound, crooning wordlessly against your neck as he buried himself in you. "So tight." he managed to say quietly, "so damn fucking. Tight."
"God, you're huge." you gasped, closing your eyes and feeling the sensations wash over you. Roman fit into all the right places inside you like no one else had, making a low, sweet ache start in the pit of your stomach.
Roman shook his hair back over his shoulders at your comment, preening a little but then looking worried. "Is it too much?" he asked, cupping your cheek and going still for a moment.
"No, no! Please. I asked for this. Please don't stop." you begged, making him groan.
He rolled his hips against yours, the ache intensifying as he thrust into you. "I want this to be the best New Years you've ever had, baby girl. So no worries there." he panted, arms going rigid on either side of you.
You threw your head back and cried out when he stopped just a few seconds later, pulling out of you. "Please!" It was almost a scream, making Roman's eyes go wide.
"Damn." he breathed, kissing you hard and then getting to his feet. "C'mere, I promise it'll be worth it baby girl." he beckoned, smiling at you.
You blushed in embarrassment, your core throbbing with want as you tried to stand. You almost fell, knees shaking a little too hard, and Roman steadied you. His cock pressed against your stomach as he pulled you into him for another kiss. "I want everyone on this fucking mountain to know what we're up to." he said softly, urging you to lean over the table with his hand on your lower back. "Everyone."
You keened as he slid himself back into you from behind, the new angle letting him reach deeper than before. Roman groaned ridiculously loud, his hair brushing your shoulder blades as he bent over you briefly. One of his hands traipsed down your stomach to rub your clit, the other twining through your fingers on the table. "You're so fucking tight, so fucking good, fucking beautiful, f-fuck-"
You pushed back against him, loving how he stammered when you did. "Please." was all you could whimper, feeling his fingers on your clit speed up in time with his thrusts. "Please please-" His other hand kept your arm pinned to the wooden surface beneath you, like an anchor.
"It's alright. I've got you baby girl." Roman murmured. You shook underneath him, your orgasm rolling through you and making you arch against him with a muffled cry. "Fucking beautiful." he groaned, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and then pulling out quickly. "Fuck. Would you...?"
Roman wasn't even able to finish his question before you had turned around on unsteady legs, sitting back down on the bench beside the table and wrapping your fingers around his cock. You relished the way he moaned deeply, his hand resting on your shoulder and his breath coming in short bursts. "Fuck fuck fuck-" Roman chanted, shaking his hair back from his face and then watching you slide your hand up and down his shaft. "God baby girl please."
"Please what?" you asked quietly, making him suck in a breath. "Can you cum for me? Is that what you want?"
Roman nodded furiously, hips stuttering as he thrust into your hand. You opened your mouth, placing his cock on your tongue and stroking patiently. Roman gasped and then groaned loudly, thrusting into the warmth of your waiting mouth and finally cumming down your throat.
When he was finished he took a shaky step back, running a hand through his hair and sitting down hard on the bunk as you licked your fingers. "Holy shit." he panted, flashing you a mischievous smile. "That was amazing."
"Mmm, agreed." you said, shivering when an aftershock hit you.
Roman held out his hand, ushering you into the warm embrace of the shared sleeping bags and his body. "Happy New Year, baby girl."
"Happy New Year..." Eyes already half-closed, you watched sleepily as the ink and muscle of his arm shifted beside your head. You didn't remember nodding off.
…
The walk down the mountain the next morning was a gray and chilly one. The spell was broken, so to speak. No longer was the snow magical or soft. Now it was just heavy and wet and a nuisance. Roman tramped along behind your supply sled, quiet for the most part. No camera clicks interrupted the silence. All was as it should be.
The two of you made it down to the parking lot a little after noon, your cars huddled together under a thin blanket of white. The lump in your throat intensified as you popped the trunk on your car and started stowing your gear. Roman tossed his pack into the backseat of his own car and then turned back to you.
"I uh...thank you." he said softly. "For everything, baby girl."
You nodded wordlessly, crushing your sleeping bag a little harder than you needed to. Strong arms wrapped around you and you slumped against Roman momentarily, barely holding back a loud sniffle.
"I've had an amazing time with you." he murmured into your hair.
You were proud of the fact that your voice didn't shake when you stepped away from him. "Yeah, it's really been great."
All Roman did in reply was kiss your forehead and push a piece of paper into your hand, a sad smile on his face while he got into his rental. You slammed your fist down on the trunk of your car with a frustrated yell once he was out of sight, feeling like an idiot.
It's been great? REALLY?! That was the best you could do?! you berated yourself, beginning to yank your heavy clothes off and toss them into the backseat.
AN: Don't worry, part two will be out soon! I'm a total sucker for this stuff. Enjoy! :D
