A/N: Doubly update today, as promised

Coldest Nights, Warmest Hearts

"I'm not getting out of this bed. Ever," Skye states stubbornly (well, whines, rather), her voice muffled by the duvet pulled over her head.

Grant just laughs as he throws another log at the fire.

"Hey, it's not that cold," he says, trying to hold back the teasing undertone in his voice. "And it'll be even warmer soon, just give it some time."

"You and I have a different definition if 'warm'" she huffs. "Please, I'm a California girl – I need heat to feel good." The covers move as she pulls them even closer to herself. "Next time you say you planned a romantic weekend getaway, and say it's a surprise, I'm going to veto it. I'd rather take Hunter's lewd comments and the risk of Coulson walking in on us than freeze to death."

Chuckling to himself, Grant makes his way to the bed, kicking off his boots as he goes. The cabin they are staying at belongs to a… well, an old acquaintance of his who owned him one. When the Playground started to feel a little crowded, with somebody seemingly always interrupting them when things started to get exciting, he thought a few days on their own was in order, and this cabin seemed like the perfect place to go – cozy, quiet up in the mountains, but just thirty minutes from the civilization. All he needed, really – and anyway, it wasn't like he planned on leaving the bed much. Of course, he didn't count on his girlfriend's distaste of cold.

"It's a shame – I mean that you won't leave the bed," he says in a low, teasing voice. "I had so many plans for us – snowball fights, hot chocolate under the stars…" he goes on, lifting the corner of the duvet and slipping beneath it. "But if you want to stay inside…"

Skye reacts to his closeness right away, turning towards him, and slipping her feet between his legs. Okay, her feet really are a bit cold.

"I do. More than anything. I meant it when is said I'm not moving from here." She slides closer to him as she talks, molding her body into his. "And now, warm me up – it's the least you could do."

His eyes glint mischievously as he throws back the covers (Skye lunges for them right away, pulling them back) and all but jumps from the bed.

"Where the hell are you going?" she calls after him, almost desperate.

"Well, you said you wanted to get warm – so I thought I'd make you some tea. Or you'd prefer hot chocolate?"

Skye let's out something between a scoff and a laugh as she rises to her elbows, reaching after him.

"You cheeky little… Stop acting like you don't know what I mean and come back to me!" He laughs, turning around and climbing back into the bed. "And now give me a kiss."

"Just a kiss? Will it be enough for you to feel warm again?"

"It'll be just the start," she says as she wounds her arms around his neck and leans in to kiss him.

By the time dawn breaks, the cabin is littered with shed clothing, but they are completely comfortable under the covers, sharing body heat.