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“Who said it would stop you?” I insinuated, going right back at him. “Maybe I’m the one who needs stopping.”
Axel’s handsome grin continued growing wider, until he looked up at the ceiling and laughed. He wasn’t used to this, I realized. He was accustomed to being the one in the control.
“Besides, we’re just friends,” I told him. “And it’s cold. And friends spoon when they’re cold.”
With that I twisted around, giving him my back. A second passed. Three seconds…
And then I was letting out a sigh of happiness, as his beautifully-warm body molded itself tightly against mine.
YES.
Axel’s arm slid over me, then tightened itself around my waist. I could feel the transfer of heat from his body to mine. It felt damn-near orgasmic, like sinking into a hot tub on a cold winter day.
“You’re the best big spoon ever,” I purred. “You know that?”
He squeezed tighter and I squirmed into him, without thinking twice. It had been a long, hard day. An even colder, harder night. And now here we were, Axel and I, making the best of a bad situation. Finally deriving some comfort in the warmth provided by each other’s bodies; two friends against the world, the elements, huddled down in some strange place, in a foreign—
I halted mid-thought, as something shifted into my lower back. It grew even larger as I continued to do nothing, expanding slowly until I could feel a warm knot just above the crack of my ass.
“Sorry,” I heard Axel mumble.
For a second or two I lay there in shock. Then I giggled.
“It’s alright,” I conceded. “I… uh, I guess it’s flattering.”
“It is?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Sure,” I told him. “I mean, the alternative is worse, right? If you didn’t get… that… what would it say about my sex-appeal?”
I lifted his arm and twisted, repositioning my body so that were face to face again. The breathing room it gave us down below avoided the whole ‘incidental contact’ thing. At least for now.
“Besides,” I sighed, “you already told me you found me sexy in your hockey jersey.”
My statement was met with silence from Axel’s side of the bed. Those ocean blue eyes shifted with tiny, precise movements, scanning different areas of my face.
“I think you’re sexy even without my jersey,” he finally murmured.
My pulse picked up speed. “You mean—“
“No, I don’t mean naked,” Axel flushed red. “I meant you’d be sexy in anything, really. Not just my hockey jersey.”
Our eyes kept searching, dancing, flirting. And somehow, pillow to pillow, our bodies kept shifting. Moving…
Drifting us inexorably closer together.
“So I wouldn’t be sexy naked?” I pressed, enjoying the color he was now turning.
“I wouldn’t know,” he shrugged. “I’ve never seen you—“
“But you’ve pictured it before, right?”
“Pictured what?”
“Me. Naked.”
I was playing with fire now. Alarms were flashing wildly, somewhere in the back of my mind.
“I mean sure,” Axel finally admitted. “I’m a guy, aren’t I?”
