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Thanks to: Kayla Tsukino, WWLAOS, continental-line, Triaxx2, kimnron4ever, Godhand's Number, Wanderer3, fanjimmy, Intrepidwarriors, Alan Wilkinson, scubagurl and MtnRon.

"I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with...'f'," Ron said after making a deliberately thorough sweep of the cabin with his eyes. Kim, who was lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand, took a quick look around as well.

'May as well get the obvious ones out of the way,' she mused. "Frost," she said aloud. It was a fair guess, as the interior walls of the cabin, and especially the windows, glittered with the stuff. Ron shook his head.

"Nope."

"Firewood?" Another good guess. Kim's attention was briefly given to the wood burning stove. According to the last weather report they'd seen, the temperature outside had fallen to zero, maybe even lower by now, and the wind was as fierce as ever. Because they had so little fuel the stove wasn't going full bore. Instead, they had a nice bed of coals to which, every hour or so, they would add another stick of their rapidly dwindling supply. As a result, the fire took the edge off the chill, but it was still cold in the cabin.

'At least our clothes are drying,' Kim noted, studying the garments. She had arranged them near the stove and checked them every time it was her turn to stoke the fire. They were drying, but slowly, and it would probably be several hours more before they were dry enough to put on.

"The floor?" Kim asked suddenly.

"Nope."

Her eyes narrowed. "Hmmm. Flannel shirt?"

"Ooooo! So close! But no."

Kim's eyes roamed the room. There had to be something... Her gaze swept over a decoration on the wall, stopped, and went back to it. There, hanging on the wall were two Japanese rice-paper..."Fans!" Kim exulted. Ron's face fell, and Kim giggled.

"Well, it's your turn," Ron said grumpily. Kim laid back on the bed, thinking. Absently, she ran her fingers under one of her bra straps. She frowned. "What time is it?"

Ron consulted his watch. "Just after ten o'clock," he told her.

"So we've been here what, eight, nine hours?" Ron nodded.

"It seems longer," Kim observed. She sat up and reached behind her, fingers working at the catch of her bra.

"What the heck are you doing!" Ron choked. Kim gave him a puzzled look.

"I've had this thing on for sixteen hours, Ron. That's about as long as I can manage before it gets too uncomfortable," she explained, pointing at her shoulder with her eyes. Even in the dim light Ron could see a reddish crease in Kim's skin. He ran a finger over it. There was a distinct indentation in Kim's flesh.

"Wow!" he murmured before turning away. After a few moments he felt Kim lie back down and turned around again. She had the blankets drawn up, with her bare shoulders the only sign that she was topless. Her bra was lying on top of the blankets at the foot of the bed. Curious, Ron picked it up. He turned it to and fro, then hefted it in one hand, judging its weight.

"It hardly weighs anything," he said finally. "I can't see how it would be uncomfortable."

Kim smiled humorlessly. "The bra may not weigh much, but the things it's holding up do, Ron."

Ron blushed, and Kim giggled again.

"I guess I hadn't thought of that," Ron admitted, and Kim smiled.

"Since you don't have boobs, I can understand that. Most guys never think past fondling them. They don't know what it's like to have to lug them around all day."

"I see your point. And now that I think of it, I once dated a girl with huge..." Ron said, indicating with his hands how big the girl's breasts had been. "They were the size of cantaloupes, and her bra had straps this wide." He held his thumb and forefinger an inch and a half apart.

"I'm not surprised," Kim said. "Looks like she was an 'E' cup at least. I'm only a 'B', but even that gets heavy after a long day."

Ron lay down as well, and stared up at the ceiling. After a few moments he heaved a sigh. At Kim's questioning look he said, "It's just odd, to be lying in bed with a naked woman, talking about breasts, and not having a single sexual thought about said naked woman."

"I am not naked!" Kim said with mock indignity. "Quite, anyway," she added with a grin. She rolled on her side and snuggled up to him. "Besides, it's not that odd. I mean, I'm lying in bed with a mostly naked man, and I'm not having sexual thoughts either."

Ron said nothing. He seemed a little tense. "What's the matter?"

"Your boobs are pressing against my side," he informed her. Kim lifted the blanket and looked down. Sure enough, they were. She looked at Ron again. "And?" she asked. "They were pressing against you half an hour ago, and I didn't hear you complaining."

"That was different," Ron said patiently. "You had your bra on."

"Some thin cloth makes that much difference?" Kim asked, a touch sarcastically. Ron didn't answer, just stared straight up. Kim relented. "Does it really make you uncomfortable?" she asked sympathetically.

Ron did look at her then. "A little," he admitted sheepishly. Kim started to draw back, but Ron's arm stopped her, then pulled her close again.

"You're right," he said, "I'm being a little silly. They're no different from the rest of your skin." He paused. "Well, they're a little different, but..." he clarified, grinning, and Kim smiled as well.

"Maybe it'll help me get used to it if I say it out loud," Ron went on. "Your boobs are touching me." He frowned thoughtfully. "Your boobs are touching me." Kim watched with an amused smile on her lips.

"Boobs," Ron said. His expression brightened. "Boobies!" he exclaimed, doing a creditable impression of Beavis from Beavis and Butt-head. Kim snickered and Ron went on, "Ta-ta's. Tits. Knockers. Hooters! Fun-bags!" Kim poked him in the ribs at the last.

"What?" Ron demanded, still grinning, as he rubbed his side. "Hey, I'm a guy. Get me started on breasts and I can't think of anything else," he teased.

"Oh really?" Kim asked. A wicked smile touched her lips.

"Pussy," she purred throatily.

"Gah!" Ron yelped. "You're not helping!"

Kim started to giggle and poked Ron in the ribs again. He responded by tickling her, which set her laughing helplessly. She retaliated, and Ron's own laughter mingled with hers. When they finally stopped they found themselves tired again. Snuggling close to one another, they drifted off to sleep in each others arms.