De-Ji shivered and clamped her jaws shut so that her teeth would not chatter. She could hardly believe that she was cold. She was usually toasty warm, even in the dead of winter. She huddled further inside the soft blanket that helped somewhat and glanced at the door. Garth should be home soon. A tremor ran down her body again. She sighed and wrapped the blanket closer to her.
A few minutes later, a knock sounded through the room and Garth entered the room and hung his coat on a hook by the door and looked in and saw Deej curled inside a blanket, her eyes welcoming him. He had been looking forward to her coming to him and greeting him with a kiss and a hug, but he could she that she wasn't about to move outside of her bubble of warmth. Garth started to cross the room to sit by her, when he noticed her shaking. He paused, then continued forward and sat by her on the couch, turning toward her and she turned to face him.
"Hey…" She said, her voice lilting in a way that made his heart skip a beat, and she smiled at him that set his heart going at a faster rate. Garth smiled back and amusement filled him at the way her eyes softened and the oh-so-slight way that her smile changed. It vanished as another wave of shakes took her attention for a moment. Then Deej looked back at Garth and smiled up at him sheepishly. "It's cold," She explained. Garth hadn't thought that it was cold inside, but everybody was entitled to their own opinions. He took a corner and pulled it off of her, ignoring the small resistant sound she made, then flung the blanket into the air and maneuvered it so that it fell across the two of them, now sitting so close to the other that they could feel each other's heat.
Once the blanket had settled over the two of them, Garth enfolded Bekah in his arms, and she curled hers loosely around his neck and shoulders, her fingers entwining themselves on the back of his neck and in the dark ends of his hair. She rested her head on his chest, just under his jaw and sighed contentedly, letting herself soak up his warmth, and yet she still quivered.
Garth felt it, and shifted an arm and lifted a hand to her temple and lightly rested his fingertips on it, then curled his fingers loosely around her head and lifted it away from his chest and guided her so that her face was directly in front of his, so close that they could feel each other's shallow breaths. Deej's eyes were staring into his curiously, wondering what he was doing. His hand moved back to being around her waist, and pulled her closer to him so that they were pressed up against the other, erratic heartbeats felt, the other's heat, the other's scent filling their minds, the feel of smooth warm skin on skin, the sound of breathing, the sight of the other's sparkling eyes; it was all there was. The only sense unfulfilled was taste.
A hand of Garth's shifted up to Deej's upper back, pushing her still closer, until her lips connected with his, lightly at first, but as the kiss lengthened a need for more grew and filled them. They pressed harder against each other, lips progressing over each other almost mindlessly. Deej opened her mouth momentarily before closing it over Garth's again. Garth opened his mouth back over Deej's lips, his tongue flicking over her lips. She was wearing her spearmint lip gloss. He slid his hands up her back and dove into her curls, savoring the soft as she massaged the back of his neck. Garth couldn't help himself. He just needed one more taste. He swept his tongue over Deej's bottom lip, and before he could control it, it followed her mouth up to her upper lip as well. By then Deej's mouth was open and moving up, catching Garth's tongue and swirled her own around it. Garth gripped and ungripped her hair, his fingers intertwining with the silky ringlets, his mouth and hers joined into one cavern, with two tongues dancing languorously. He could still taste her lip gloss; it was mixing with her taste. He ran his tongue over her smooth teeth, then to the rough top of her mouth, back to her exploring tongue.
Deej's tongue ran around Garth's tongue, over his teeth, tasting everywhere she could reach. His taste… It was like nothing else. It could compare to nothing else. She couldn't get enough. She ran her tongue back over then under Garth's own, relishing the difference in sensation. Her hands slid from the back of his neck in a slant upward, over his ears, and finally resting on his cheeks, holding his head in place loosely as her mouth interacted with Garth's. He was sending heat through her, despite the cold, sending light through her, despite the dark, setting her heart, soul and mind ablaze. It was then that she realized that Garth was her fire.