A/N: Finally caught up with the backlog of drabbles for this one! Sorry for all the spam.
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"Finley, I wanted to check with you and—"
Cullen's voice trailed off, his boots scuffing to a stop. No doubt he'd noticed her desk was empty, half of her paperwork still untouched.
It was another moment before she heard his steps resume and felt that familiar, faint prickle in the back of her mind that told her he could see her. It had been getting fainter over the past year, and she had an idea as to why, but didn't want to bring it up, lest there be disappointment.
She felt the tentative touch of his fingers on her arm. He was always so careful with her, like she might break if he grabbed her too quickly. She loved that.
Reaching up, she pulled his arm around her, and he moved willingly, his chest pressing gently against her back as he leaned his head against hers, watching the swirls of white dancing beyond the balcony.
The storm had hit almost an hour prior, and Finley was happy to be indoors for this one, as it reminded her somewhat of the storm after Haven.
Even as she idly wondered if she'd always compare storms to that now, considering she'd been through plenty of ones just as bad while she was in the Wilds, Cullen pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her ear. "You're cold."
"I hadn't noticed," she admitted, though the chill did bite into her a bit now that he was here, making her snuggle back against him, pulling his arms tighter around her. He nuzzled her cheek and she tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder, closing her eyes and smiling as he trailed kisses down her neck.
When he reached her shirt collar, he brushed his cheek against her skin, letting out a soft sigh. "You'll freeze if I go any further."
"You underestimate me, commander," Finley teased, turning so that she could kiss him as he straightened up. One of his hands came up, fingers lightly brushing across her neck as he kept her chin tipped up so that he could kiss her. When they parted for breath, she gave him a small smile. "I walked through worse than this, if you remember."
"I'd rather not." He frowned, taking a step back and carefully tugging her with him. "Come inside. We can pull up the fainting couch and watched the snow where it's warm."
With a sigh, she slipped out of his arms, though she held onto one of his hands as she wandered back into her room. "You just want me to listen to whatever you've brought up to add to my pile of paperwork."
With a half grin, Cullen held up both his hands, pulling her closer as he did so. "I'm hurt you think that."
Eyeing him, Finley tilted her head, "What needed checking, then?"
"Nothing that can't wait a few minutes…" Cullen murmured, pulling her flush to him and leaning his forehead against hers. "That is, unless you'd like to get business out of the way first."
"I might be persuaded."