The glow from the fire warms my back. I feel her drawing figure-eight patterns on my back…my back where moments ago she was kissing and caressing.

I smile at the still fresh memory as I pull her in closer to me. “Mmm, warm,” I mumble.

I feel her eyes on me.

I purse my lips and place a soft kiss on the swell of her breast.

I smile.

I feel her body react to my touch. My body reacts the same way to her touch.

I feel and hear her sigh. I am content like her.

I let my mind drift back to the few months before…when things were hard…when neither one us knew what we were doing.

I hear her breath catch. I know she is crying.

Her movements indicate to me she reached up to touch her face.

I hold her tighter to give her whatever comfort she needs, but I don’t make a sound.

I know what she’s thinking about because I’m thinking of the same thing.

I feel her eyes on me again.

I know she was surprised by this trip, but I convinced her we needed it. We love New York City and what it has to offer. Maybe before head back to L.A. I’ll take the extra few days and we’ll spend time in the city.

I hear the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace, but no snowplow. I don’t mind being stuck in the cabin with her. This is where I want to be. This is where we need to be. This is where we need to mourn because we haven’t really. This is where we need to be close. Right here, right now…with no distractions. 

She picks up my hand and entwines her fingers with mine. I feel her play with them.

I feel her shift slightly in bed.

I smell of sex.

I smile.

I smell of us.

She inches lower in the bed and holds me tight.

I feel her reach for the down comforter that has gathered at my waist. She pulls it up to cover us both; the comforter envelops us and gives us our security.

I feel her eyes on my again.

I hear her breathing even out.

I know she will soon be asleep.

I am her Bette and she is my Tina.

tbc?