A/N: Really considered posting this one as a standalone short as I'll have to increase the rating of this set of stories to M to accommodate it. That given, it's still all about Lloyd and Presea so I guess it belongs here. Frisky fluff that does contain adult sexual scenes (the mildness of which I shall leave for readers to judge for themselves), but they are not sex scenes, they are love scenes and there is a difference. If it's not your thing then have a browse at the other chapters in this collection instead, as this story will probably be the only one in it with the aforementioned content. Ahem, Disclaimer over. This is set sometime after When the Journey Ends
The sound of Lloyd dousing the campfire outside the tent with water caused an involuntary shudder to pass through Presea, and she instinctively rolled herself further into the embrace of the sleeping bag and blankets to ward away the night chill coming from the open flaps. Her teeth chattered relentlessly as a result of whatever mild ailment she had caught from the cold weather and her limbs trembled with every small movement. As the fire died away, fizzling in protest, Presea listened to the various sounds of nocturnal animals outside and shuddered again. Outside it was night; dark; dangerous. But within the confines of the tent it was lit and safe and protective. That was it felt to Presea.
The sound of movement caught her attention and, a few moments later, Lloyd climbed into the spacious tent – fastening the flaps shut behind him.
"That's the fire out," he announced, removing his outer clothing and trying to stifle a yawn. "How are you feeling?"
"Body temperature; significantly lower than usual," the pink haired girl felt her teeth chatter as she replied, and drew the warm blankets closer around her. "There is a high probability that I have contracted a malady of some description; most likely a cold."
Lloyd laughed softly as he removed the rest of his clothing down to his underwear, and climbed under the blankets beside Presea. "I said you should have put on a coat before going out in the snow. Come here."
Presea felt his arms wrap around her, and shuddered a little as the contact pressed the cool material of her nightgown against her skin. Nevertheless, his arms felt pleasantly reassuring and the pink haired girl made a contented sound in her throat as she rolled closer in his embrace.
"That sounds like something I would normally say to you," she replied, threading her own arms under his so that they were wrapped around his waist.
"Yeah, but I would have listened."
Presea smiled and rested her head against Lloyd's chest. "The odds of that happening are…" she paused for a moment. "…Is it possible to go below zero?"
"Hey!" Lloyd grabbed a small, puffed pillow and tapped it gently against Presea's head, causing the small girl to giggle. "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"
"No," Presea took one of the young man's hands in her own, bringing it up to her lips to kiss it. " I think that would be an unnecessary and wasteful expenditure of time. It is only a minor affliction."
"Yeah, I know." Lloyd ran a finger down the pink hired girl's chin and neck, pausing to lightly trace over the design of her Exsphere. She shuddered at that; for some reason contact there made for the most wonderful sensations. "But I was just thinking, if you went to the doctors then I'd get a little peace at night – you snore really bad when you get a cold!"
"Ah!" Feigning mock outrage at his comment, she returned his earlier gesture and struck him gently with a nearby pillow. "Be nice, or I will do my best to pass it on to you."
Lloyd returned the delighted smile and rested his forehead against hers. "Really? How'd you plan on doing that?"
She grinned. "I had high hopes that you would ask that." Pulling the young man closer, she kissed him passionately, moving her hands to run through his delightfully soft hair and down the back of his neck. Lloyd made a sigh of pleasure at the contact that sounded adorable to Presea. I'm glad I make you happy Lloyd, she thought, as he slid his hands up her body to caress her cheeks.
Presea pulled back for a second to study the young man beside her, staring at him with eyes half-closed through pleasure. "There is approximately a 55 chance that you have now contracted my cold," she announced.
Lloyd pulled her gently closer, and turned her so that her back was pressed against his chest. "It was worth it," he replied, running a hand through her silky, pink hair. Presea shuddered at the wonderful sensation it generated within her, and grabbed the young man's free hand, trailing it lightly across her waist. Beside him now, and under the warm protection of the blankets and open sleeping bags, the idea of feeling cold suddenly seemed very strange and distant.
Rolling over to face the young man, Presea ran a hand up Lloyd's bare chest, feeling, even now, her cheeks flush at the intimate contact. Her other hand moved up to join the first and Presea allowed them to roam about his body, exploring his chest, torso and back in the dim light of the tent.
Making contented noises that matched her own; Lloyd shifted position slightly, and brought his hands up along her waist and under her nightgown, caressing her body. Presea surprised herself by releasing a very passionate, feral, growl and clutched Lloyd tightly to her, bringing her mouth up to meet his again.
"Lloyd, I…" she found that flush to her cheeks had only increased with the uninterrupted intimate contact and paused briefly to kiss the young man again – finding it amazing how wonderfully nervous she could still feel with him. Through the giddy dizziness in her head, however, the pink haired girl knew what she desired. Wrapping her arms around the back of Lloyd's neck, Presea rested her forehead against his, her demanding voice barley more than a whisper.
"…I want you."
Lloyd laughed, the sound a combination of acknowledgement and nervousness, and the shy smile that lit up his face sent a shiver of exhilaration up Presea's spine.
"This is just a sneaky way of making absolutely sure I get your cold, isn't it?"
"Affirmative," Presea felt a tiny giggle, excited and youthful, escape as she replied, "That, and helping me increase my internal temperature."
"Haha, cheeky! Well, if it's Doctors orders…" Lloyd's mouth found hers in the dim light and as the embrace intensified Presea rolled across to lie on top of the young man. The movement triggered a burst of intense, fiery passion and the pair began to furiously help each other out of their nightclothes and underwear in between moments of lengthy kisses. Slipping across so she was beside the young man again, Presea moved her mouth to shower him with even more kisses – on his cheeks, his neck, his chest. Lloyd's skin was soft, yet firm, and she enjoyed the sensation of it on her lips as they brushed over it time and time again. Her hands remained where they fell, clutching his waist and pulling Lloyd to her. The young man responded with equal desire, shifting to adorn Presea's body with kisses and caresses – each one causing her to shudder with pleasure. Oh Lloyd, she thought, I want you – oh! I love you so much! Make love to me!
They did, and for a while the temperature within the tent increased significantly as the pair expressed their love and devotion between the blankets and sleeping bags dotted around the tent. With the exception of closing them when they kissed, Presea kept her eyes on Lloyd's – neither of them wanting to break the captivating bond they shared in the gaze.
A further few minutes passed before Presea joined Lloyd in emitting a low moan of pleasure as they finished, and she slumped down across his chest, exhausted and happy.
"Feeling less cold?" He asked, still wearing the same contented and shy smile from before.
"Mmm, affirmative." Presea looked down into his eyes, feeling as though she was going to melt in the young man's arms. "I love you."
"Heh, I love you too!" Lloyd stroked her hair as Presea lowered her head onto his chest, nestling under the young man's chin. She nuzzled up close, making small noises of pleasure.
"…Although the odds of you catching my cold has now increased to 100."
She laughed as Lloyd swung a pillow at her again, and rolled off to lie beside him once more. Pulling the blankets up over them, Presea moved across back into the young man's waiting embrace.
"I am staying like this tonight," she whispered. "And I'm staying in your arms."
"Sounds good to me," replied Lloyd, kissing the back of her neck and causing the pink haired girl to shudder happily. "I'll make sure you keep warm. Doctors orders, right?"
"Affirmative. Thank you." Her gratitude had been intended for Lloyd's actions tonight but as she said it, she realised that it encompassed so much more. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting me be with you. To grow old with you.
Allowing a small smile to cross her lips, Presea nestled close for the night and closed her eyes, making an addition to her earlier statement. "Thank you for tonight Lloyd, and for everything. I shall return the favour when your cold breaks out."