Mon amour, as I write this letter, I’m imaging us in our bed, making love. You place your hand on my eager cock. I realize, as I write this, that you’ve never seen it soft. If I make it back home and we grow old together, the day will come when I’ll lose my vigor. But that day is far, far away in the future. For now, I guide your hand up and down my length, until I find a good rhythm. After that, you keep going on your own, and you bring to a fever pitch. You are so gifted!
I start kissing your mouth and whispering that I love you, that you make me feel so good, that I am yours body and soul. While you caress me, I caress you. I squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts and slide my hand down to your panties. I kiss your tummy. I lick it just above your panties. And then I push them down your hips and keep licking. With the panties around your thighs, you cannot spread your legs, but that’s all right. I’m in no hurry. I bury my face against your thatch and stroke with my tongue what I can reach. I slip a hand under you and add a finger from the other side. You whimper.
When I enter you, you let out a moan of relief. I love it so! Your mewling when I move inside you is just as glorious, but the best part is your cries of pleasure when you come. We make love again and again, and then we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Oh là là!
It’s my turn to stand up and turn away from Theo. I don’t have an erection to hide, but it’s too tempting to look at his. And if I do, he’ll see my flaming cheeks and heaving chest.
I scramble for something to say. “The fire in the stove has died.”
“Yes,” he grates out.
“We have no more wood left to burn.”
“No.”
We remain silent for a few seconds.
“I could chop up the chairs and the table,” he says. “The problem is, they’re varnished.”
“Yeah, it’s a problem. They’ll release toxins when burning.”
Not to mention that the owners of the cabin may not appreciate our cavalier attitude toward their furniture.
He points at the bed. “If you get into the sleeping bag while the room is still warm, you’ll have a better chance of falling asleep and getting some shut-eye tonight.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll put on my coat and try to sleep in my chair. Or perhaps on the table.”
“The bed is wide enough for two,” I argue. “You can wear your coat, lay next to me on the bed, and use my down coat as a duvet.”
He smiles. “Your idea sounds a bit more comfortable than mine.”
“It’s decided then!”
With a firm nod, I head to the washroom. In a wall cabinet above the sink, I find a roll of toilet paper, a bar of soap and a tube of toothpaste.Yay!
While brushing my teeth with my finger, I find myself in a bizarrely upbeat mood, my tummy tingling with something suspiciously akin to excitement.
Why would I feel excited in this shitty situation?I nearly died today. Our two pilots might be dead, too. I should be sad, bracing myself for a long, wintry night next to a man with scarred skin who I barely know.
This must be a case of reverse PTSD like when nerves make you laugh.Yes, that must be it!Because… what else can it be?
ELISE
It’s cold.I should’ve kept my boots on.
The roomy sleeping bag I’m in is well padded, but the temperature in the cabin is dropping faster than I’d hoped. Theo has placed himself between me and the wall, which is thoughtful of him. I’m tempted to scoot backward and press my back to his chest for extra warmth. But I don’t dare. That would be too intimate, despite the layers of clothing and the sleeping bag separating us.
If only I could drift off!
I close my eyes and picture the glassblowing studio in Chambéry. We like to bitch that it’s too warm in the “hot shop,” what with three furnaces running nonstop at about 1200 degrees Celsius, not to mention the annealing oven. The furnaces require days to reach that level of heat. Also, glass takes ages to melt, which is why it’s a good practice to have some at a workable temperature. Despite our complaints, we take care to never let the furnaces go out. If that happens, we’re stuck for a week, idling about and accumulating delays.
I’d give away everything I own to be transported into the hot shop now!
My fingers start to go numb again from the cold. I rub my hands together.
