Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)
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				Title: <strong>Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 19:27:39</strong>
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				Chris was wearing a pair of jeans, snow boots, snow socks, a t-shirt, a sweater, and a snow jacket - topped off with a wool hat - as he walked over to his Jeep. His sister-in-law was due in in an hour or so, so he needed to go pick her up from the airport. He let the car get warm for a few minutes, cursing the freezing weather. He hoped that the expected snow storm would hold off until later tonight. The last thing he wanted was traffic or to get in accident due to the conditions. <br><br>With the heat blasting, his hands nearly numb from holding the steering wheel, he heads off. They lived out in a quiet area, down some backroads that got snowed in during the winter. The jeep was usually enough to tackle any obstacle, though deeper snow presented a bit of a problem. There was already two inches on the ground from a previous storm, but that was hardly noticeable. The plows couldnt get to these roads, which is why there were left unplowed.<br><br>He arrives at the airport with out incident, waiting for his Sister-in-Law to call him once she's got her bags. He didn't want to park and let the car get cold, so he drove around in circles, waiting for the cell phone to ring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 21:38:44</strong>
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				Anna pulled a slim compact from her carry on bag and opened it with her slender fingers, and at the same time slid her delicate feet into her patent leather pumps. As she suspected, but needed to verify her appearance was fine, not a golden brown hair or thick eyelash out of place. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to look perfect, her husband’s family loved her, and she them, but…she just wanted to be sure. For all her success and poise, she often internally reverted to the insecure teenager most women were at one point or another. <br><br>When it was time to exit the plane she rose from her seat and straightened the slim fitting skirt that fell to several inches above her knees. It was black and of a material that didn’t wrinkle, assuring that she would look fresh and put together when she met up with her brother in law. He was the one picking her up, and she couldn’t wait to see him, sometimes she felt she got along better with him than his brother. She adjusted the fabric of her purple knit top, it fit like skin to every curve, and she made sure the v-neck wasn't dipping to deep. She pulled on the black leather short trench type jacket that fell to just below her hips, tying it around the waist. <br><br>Declining an offer from a gentleman to assist her with her carry on, she smiled and continued her way off of the plane. With the other passengers she approached the gate, eventually working her way to baggage pick up. She’d packed light, planning on doing some shopping while here. Charles may not pay her much attention, always off on business, but he was liberal with her ‘allowance’. She hated having an ‘allowance’ in the first place, but at least it was a healthy one. He liked for her to look good, to be a trophy. But honestly she would give all of that up for companionship.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Anna’s tanned cheeks were already pink from the cold. The weather here was so different from her native Georgia. She’d been a number of times with her husband to visit his family, but it had been summer, and not so dreadfully cold. Her husband, Charles, had warned her it would be chilly…but he hadn’t prepared her for this. So she hadn’t prepared for this, her attire nowhere near suitable for the winter. She would need buy a wintery coat sometime when she was shopping. Her jacket was lined with a furry animal print, but it was more for show than for protection from the elements, as were the expensive leather driving gloves she pulled on. <br><br>Finally in possession of her bags, she dialed Chris’s cell, and stepped out of the airport doors, gasping audibly as the wall of cold and wind slammed into her, her legs burning and stinging from the low temperature. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 21:51:06</strong>
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				Chris finally heard the cell ring even as the sky opened up. White flakes, fluffy at first, but growing heavier by the minute, began to flutter down. It looked like the storm had caught up to him. If it was the blizzard they were all expecting, the drive home wasn't going to be very fun. He spots her outside the Arrivals area, under dressed from the cold, and pulls up in front of her. It was hard not to miss her - he had to admit that she was rather attractive despite being his brothers wife. He seemed to get along with her pretty well too, and knew that she and his brother had some issues. For instance, his Brother wasn't due in until tomorrow, out on business like always. If this storm was as bad as it was supposed to be, it might not be for another day before he arrived.<br><br>Chris pulls up in the jeep - she probably didn't know what he was driving - and puts it in park. He quickly hops out, cursing silently against the freezing temperatures and the snow, and moves over to her, unzipping his jacket. He slips it off and gives her a welcoming hug before wrapping it around her shoulders. "Hey, Anna. You look like you need this more then I. Hop on in, i'll get your bags." He says, quickly moving from her to take her bags, loading them in the trunk, before quickly moving around to get back in the drivers side.<br><br>He blows on his hands for a few seconds before putting it back in drive, blasting the heat again for the both of them. "How was your flight?" He asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 23:29:11</strong>
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				Her body shivered and shook from the offending weather as she scanned the people and cars through the ever thickening curtain of white. Chris had said he would pull right up. Her was collar turned up against the wind, her hands stuffed in her pockets, but they were of little help. <br><br>A jeep pulled up right in front of her, and she squinted through the window. Upon seeing it was her brother-in-law, her face burst into a wide grin around her chattering teeth. As he rounded the car she spoke warmly in her southern accent, her voice it’s usual soft tone. “Chris! Darlin’! Thank goodness y’all found me before I ended up Frosty’s bride!”<br><br>She laughed and parted her shivering lips to ask him what kind of crazy person takes his coat off when he gets out of a car, but then his intention was clear as he wrapped it around her shoulders. She gently closed her mouth and looked up at him in quiet surprise, snowflakes dusting her hair and one sitting on her eyelashes. “Thanks. That’s sweet of ya’.”<br><br>Anna accepted the offer of getting in the jeep and letting him handle her luggage. It was warmer in the jeep, but her feet were still like blocks of ice. Another cold blast greeted her as he opened the door and climbed in, blowing on his hands. Soon they were off, the working engine giving them good heat. “Mah’ trip was right fine, landin’ was a bit rough, but nothin’ too frightenin’. “<br><br>She pulled her hands from her gloves and reached into her purse to check her iphone for a message from Charles. “But they ‘nounced all flights are cancelled until furthah notice.” <br><br>Her face dropped a little as she saw that there was in fact a message from her husband. They had only been married since the spring, but she felt nothing like a newlywed. Her voice was the same gentle volume it usually was, but it was edged with disappointment when she spoke again. “He’s not gonnah make it. Says with the cancelled flight he might as well stay in Georgia for the week.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 23:35:36</strong>
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				Chris leans forward, close to the windshield as the flakes thicken and come down faster. It was getting harder to see. The sun had set at least an hour ago, and the darkness made everything rather bleak looking. Luckily, the highway was busy so the snow was only clinging to the edges, where the cars weren't moving. He turns the radio off so that he can talk to her, the noise of the heaters blowing full steam enough to cause enough noise. He drives carefully, knowing how treacherous it could get. And her accent - he loved it!<br><br>"Thats too bad. I'll give him a call when we get home, see if I can talk him out of it. Though, to be honest, we're supposed to get a pretty good storm tonight." He says, keeping his focus on the road. "Feeling warm? Theres a blanket on the back seat if you need it." He was barely containing his own shivers himself, though was starting to warm up as the hot air got to him. "I hate traveling in this kind of weather." He says, the light from the jeep picking up the snowflakes. It looked like warp-speed, the way they moved around the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 16:14:39</strong>
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				Anna twisted her body and leaned into the backseat, stretching her arm until her fingers could hook the blanket. Once she had it she righted herself and spread it out over her hose covered legs, slipping her feet from her heels and nestling them in the blanket as well. "That's a right sweet...but if he's made up his mind...well, y'all know your brothah...more stubborn than a tick on a bloodhound."<br><br>She flashed him a smile as if to say it was okay, no big deal, but there was a bit of hurt in her eyes. Anna knew why he wasn't coming on the trip...he was going to be working...working with his secretary, Diana. <br><br>Seeing him hunched and a shiver shake him now and then, Anna slipped his coat from her delicate form. "Here, y'all better take this back. Ah'm warmin' up quick, and it won't do me no good ta have a frozen chauffer."<br><br>She gave him a quick wink and turned towards him. "Here, lean forward. And don' try sayin' no."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 16:25:26</strong>
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				He nods his head, concentrating more on the road then anything. He almost missed their turn, the snow coming down so thickly and fast it was nearly blinding. He's only going 25 MPH, in 4 wheel drive, but he almost slides off the off-ramp. "That was close..." He murmurs, noticing the snow piling up around them. He tries to refuse the jacket, but does as she says, leaning forward so she can drape it around his shoulders. He didn't want to let go of the wheel to get his arms through the sleeves just yet.<br><br>The backroad, paved, was already covered in a few inches of snow in the time it had taken to get there. This didn't bode well for the unpaved road they needed to take to get home. He was going 10 MPH now, window wipers on full speed as flakes began to settle on the Jeep. He cursed, then excused himself for cursing in front of her. "This weather is getting worse by the minute. It'll be hours before we get home, i'm afraid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 16:49:25</strong>
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				As the jeep slid and the world turned crooked, Anna felt her heart fly up to her throat. One hand shot out to grip the door panel, the other gripped the edge of her seat. She laughed nervously as Chris skillfully corrected the slide and got them back on track. "That was interestin'. Never driven in snow before...well, guess ah'm not really drivin' in it now, if y'all want ta' be technical."<br><br>She looked out the windows into the dark that was spotted with swirling patches of white. With the weather and the darkness, she couldn't see anything. Her husband had driven this road more than a few times over the summer when they had visited, and she had a vague sense of what the surroundings should look like where they were at, but everything looked foreign to her. <br><br>Anna pulled her plump bottom lip back between her teeth, chewing on it nervously. Flowing through her with her blood was a distant sense of worry and anxiousness. When he cursed she laughed softly, grateful for the reason to break her concentration on the unknown surroundings. "Hours is fine, will make the arrival that much more welcome, don'tcha think?"<br><br>Anna forced her gaze away from the foreboding world outside of the jeep, and turned quietly to look at Chris's profile as he drove. He looked a lot like his brother, only more...relaxed. Friendlier. And...less fussy. She knew it wasn't right to sit and compare them, but Chris really was better looking...not his features exactly, just his eyes and his personality, and some unknown quality. She accepted she was attracted to him, just knew that was all it would ever be. Attraction. <br><br>"So, um, how is everyone? How things been goin'"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 16:59:12</strong>
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				"Pretty good." He responds, trying to spot snow drifts before the jeep plowed into them. There was easily a foot on the ground now, especially on these less traveled roads. "Mother is still pressing me to find a girl and get married." He chuckles. "If it was only that easy. She seems to be dealing with Dads death well just the same. Pretty busy helping Sarah out with her business." He's traveling a little under 10 miles an hour, the occasional snow drift jerking the Jeep until it breaks free.<br><br>The cell phone reception out here as not good either. This weather wouldn't help. A good part of their journey would be through pretty rural areas where they weren't likely to see a house for several miles. They had just entered onto a dirt road that ran most of the length, trees standing like soldiers along the side, when they plowed into a snow bank that brought them to an abrupt start. It was only a slight bump, and the air bags didn't deploy. He gassed it, but the tires just spun uselessly in the snow. He cursed again now. "Sorry...couldn't even see that one." He shifts into reverse, but the tires spin more, worsening the situation. "Fuck." He says, slamming his hands on the steering wheel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 18:24:06</strong>
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				Anna kept her bright green eyes on Chris and tried to concentrate on him and his nice easy voice and manner of speaking as the jeep jerked and swayed and worked it's way through the snow. This was a totally new experience for her, and she could feel the prickle of adrenalin inside of her as she grew more and more uneasy with the weather. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets once more, partly to keep them that much warmer, partly so he wouldn't see how she had them balled into fists to hide the shaking. It wasn't his driving, he was doing a wondeful job considering the circumstances...it was the circumstances themselves. <br><br>Her body suddenly jolted forward as the jeep came to a stop. He had been driving slowly, so the jolt was not painful, but it startled her and her eyes widened. It didn't take long for the realization that they were stuck to take hold. She heard the whirring of the tires, drive and then reverse, the jeep not even rocking in the snow. But what concerned her most was Chris's reaction. He grew up in this stuff, if he was upset...there was reason to be. <br><br>As her heart beat a little faster. She tried to reassure him with a smile, but it was clearly shaky. She reached out and placed a hand on his forearm, squeezing it gently, her voice matching the squeeze in the gentle manner. " S'alright...this is the US of A, aint no one that gets stranded for long. Someone is bound ta' come along..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:54:13</strong>
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				If only that was true. He sits back, shoving his arms through his winter coat, zipping it up. He didn't have much of a choice right now...he had to leave the warmth of the car and try and dig out. He gave the drive and reverse one more go, but the Jeep didn't even budge. "Fuck it." He slams the dashboard this time. "I'm going to try and dig us out. It could be hours before anyone comes by, if they can even drive through this stuff. Stay here." Like she was in any position to go walking out in the snow.<br><br>Shaking his head, he opens his door and quickly steps out, knee deep into snow before he hits something solid. "This is just great." He mutters as he examines the front end of the jeep, which was buried into a snow drift. Shaking his head, he moves to the back of the Jeep, opening the rear window to grab a shovel. "I'll have us out in no time." He calls to her before shutting the window, knowing full well that it was a lie. <br><br>It was freezing out, his hands already numb. Should have worn gloves, he thinks, before slamming the shovel into the snow. Several minutes pass but the snow is too heavy, making it seem like he hadn't done any work. This was useless. He slams the shovel down, into the snow, but it disappears from view. "Damnit." He curses, reaching in with numb hands to try and pull it out.<br><br>He returns to the drivers door, the snow coming up to it now, and slides back in. "Fuck." He says again, resigning himself to what had happened. He picks up his cell-phone but theres no signal. Not that anyone could rescue them in this mess. "I'll try again when it stops snowing." He says. "Sorry about all this mess." He's shivering again, despite the clothing, his hands a bright red and numb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>08-12-2007, 18:31:53</strong>
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				Anna let her hand fall away from his arm when he shoved his arms through his winter coat. She wished she knew what to say. Her fear had fled and been replaced with sympathy and concern for Chris, he seemed so upset. Anna was new to this situation, hadn't lived in snowy areas, and thought the tales of being trapped without rescue were limited to places like the mountains of Colorado or Alaska...the reality hadn't been driven home to her yet as to how dire their situation was. <br><br>She tried to stop him from getting out of the car, but he was gone in a flash. The burst of cold air that dove into the jeep when he opened the door sent her shivering back into her seat, pulling the blanket higher up around her. As he attempted to dig them clear, she tried to watch him, but she only caught flashes of the shovel and glimpses of coat through the swirling menace. <br><br>After a minute she pulled out her phone. No reception. Not a single bar. Anna bit her lower lip in worry, and tried anyway. Nothing. Just then Chris blasted back into the car, trying his as well. Nothing. <br><br>At his apology she shook her head, twisting her body to face him. "It's not y'alls fault. The storm is right awful, and ya woudln't even be out in it if it weren't for your kindness if offerin' ta pick me up in the first place."<br><br>She watched him shiver, and her graceful brow furrowed at the sight of his red hands. "Here..."<br><br>She took her gloves off and reached out to gently take one of his larger cold hands between her smaller warm once. Carefully she rubbed his hand, giving him some of her warmth, getting the blood moving in his hand again. Anna looked at his hand, for some reason feeling a bit shy as far as the eye contact went. As much as they had chatted in the past, and got along so well, the times they had touched, and never in such a personal way, had been few. <br><br>His hands were strong and masculine, man's hands, as opposed to the soft white collar ones of her husband, who had more frequent manicures than she did. Chris's hands were sexy...she felt her face heat up and tingle as a blush crept over her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-12-2007, 18:53:58</strong>
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				He lets her take his hand between hers. Her touch was soft and gentle, her skin was warming though it took a few minutes for him to feel it through the numbness of his hand. His hands felt like they were burning, going from the freezing tempereture outside to the slightly warmer one in the car. He looks down at his hand as she does, not wanting to bring his eyes up to hers. He'd have to turn the engine off soon as the snow piled around them. The heater was already losing power as it tried to suck in air from the outside. If no one came by soon, it would be a long, cold night for the two of them. There was another blanket, a fleece, in the back along with a single sleeping bag from a camping trip he had taken. He could put the seats in the back down to turn it into a bed - albeit an uncomfortable one - and he didn't like the prospect of freezing tonight. He put the emergency blinkers on, hoping they'd draw attention, as she warmed his hands.<br><br>"I'm gonna have to turn the engine off soon. The heater is having a hard time sucking in air while we're not moving. Then it'll start to get cold. Hopefully some one comes by by then and can pull us out, otherwise we might have to wait out the night." He pauses for a second. "I'd suggest walking, but we'd freeze before we got too far." He looks up at her then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>08-12-2007, 22:01:55</strong>
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				His hands were still so cold. She alternated between the two of them, carefully rubbing and holding one, and then the other. When he spoke she chanced a glance up at him, keeping her head down, looking up at him from under her lashes. Her gaze held his for a long moment, and then she smiled softly, hoping to reassure him. Truth be told, she was a bit scared, having never experienced anything close to this. But since things were out of their control, there wasn't any use wasting energy on worry. "Walkin' in heels would be right foolish, and that's all 'ah have packed. But we'll be alright. Do what we need ta', ta' keep warm. And 'ah have a couple 'a bottles 'a water in mah carry on, along with some snacks. 'Ah get low blood sugah' so 'ah often carry things with me. Time will fly right by, and before y‘all know it we‘ll be home sippin‘ brandy and laughin ‘bout the whole thing."<br><br>Anna realized she was rambling, and dropped her eyes again, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. Your brothah get's irritated with the way 'ah can carry on so, like a crick aftah a winter thaw."<br><br>His skin still seemed awfully cold, so she brought his her hands to her lips, his hand trapped between hers, and she breathes warm air onto it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-12-2007, 22:47:13</strong>
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				At first he thought she was going to kiss his fingers, and he found himself unwilling to resist. Instead, she blowed on them, adding the warmth of her breath onto his fingers. With his other hand, he killed the engine. No point destroying it while stuck in the stow. Snow began to pile up on the windshield, though the heat from inside still melted some. It would gradually start to get cold as the windows sucked the warmth out of the car. His fingers still burned, but not as badly as before.<br><br>"Its ok." He flexes his fingers. "I'm starting to get the feeling back in them." He shoved his other hand in his pocket, finding it relatively warm in there. "I hope you don't get bored too easily. It might be a while before anything happens."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 04:12:24</strong>
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				Almost immediately the cold edged around her when he killed the engine and the heater stopped blasting. She refrained from shivering, not wanting him to be upset or worried, but knew her teeth would soon be chattering and her body trembling. <br><br>She shook her head at his comment, speaking quietly and gently. “Nah, ‘ahm right easy at’ keep occupied.”<br><br>His hand was warming, and she could probably let it go so he could put it in his pocket like the other one…but she found she didn’t want to, but delicately rubbed his fingers one by one. It was nice to have contact with someone., some human touch. Her husband was so distant. They were newlyweds, but no one would ever be able to tell. The only time he paid any attention to her was when they were at a dinner party with one of his colleagues and he wanted to show her off. Then he was all over her, playing the part of the doting husband. But in reality it had been several months since he had held her or kissed her…and even longer since they had been intimate. <br><br>Anna was about never at a loss for words, but sitting in the jeep, listing to the wind circling them as if trying to find a way in, she felt a little shy. Her eyes chanced a glance at him again, before looking back to his hands. “Do y’all think the phones will work once the clouds break up?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 04:18:04</strong>
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				He grits his teeth, thinking up an answer as she pays special attention to each finger of his. They'd have to move into the back pretty soon, get into the sleeping bag, lay on top of the other blanket. And huddle together. It was their best chance at keeping warm. "Oh...I don't know. It might help, might not. Hard to tell with these things." The only good thing about the snow was that it even made the darkness brighter, so you didn't need a flashlight to see. <br><br>"I think we should get in the back where the sleeping bag is. I'll go first, and pop the seats down so we can huddle down more comfortably." He says, slowly moving his hand away from hers before climbing into the back. He gets the seats down, extending the trunk, and removes the sleeping bag from its package. "Here...why don't you come back here and get in the sleeping bag? I'll wrap myself in the blankets."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 04:44:17</strong>
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				Anna nodded, not wanting to talk, as she was holding her jaw together so her teeth didn’t chatter. It hadn’t been long since he had turned off the engine, but with the wind and the cold, and her lack of appropriate clothing, it wasn’t taking long for her to become quite chilled. Her body shook, vibrated from the inside out in an effort to stave off the temperature, but she managed to keep from shaking too badly. <br><br>The cold only got worse when she took off the blanket she had wrapped around her stocking clad legs. A skirt had been a bad idea, but she hadn’t known better. With a smile she handed him the blanket so he could have itl, and then scrambled quickly into the back, pulling her pencil skirt up to the top of her thighs so it was easier to move. Modesty would have to be forgotten for the time being, and she knew her long shapely legs would be on display as she moved over him. Oddly, that didn't bother her at all. She left her heels on the floor in the front seat, they were useless. <br><br>She laughed softly as she burrowed into the sleeping bag. “Aint been campin’ since ‘ah was about ten. Used ta love ta camp. Not sure why ‘ah stopped...We gonna tell ghost stories?”<br><br>Her feet were still bricks of ice, and she rubbed them together as she pulled the sleeping bag up to her chin in the small confines of the back of the car. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 04:58:23</strong>
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				He sat on the first blanket, it wrapped mostly around his legs. The other one he wrapped around his body and head, just revealing his face. Even so, it wasnt long before he began to shiver, clearly evident as he spoke. His eyes were drawn to her legs as she moved over and he found himself thinking thoughts no&nbsp; brother-in-law should think.<br><br>"Been a while since I did too. Out here, you never know whats going to happen, so it was always a good idea to have it and a shovel. Seems i was smart to leave it in here. Feeling toasty?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 16:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anna actually wasn’t feeling too bad. Yet. Inside the sleeping bag things were alright, but she could feel the cold on her face, and knew it would not be long before the cold found it’s way into the sleeping bag like it was finding it’s way into the jeep. And she could see how Chris was already shivering. She chewed on her lower lip, knowing what was the right thing to do. They needed to share body warmth. But…it was wholly inappropriate wasn’t it? It might not be flat out inappropriate, but given her less than familial feelings towards Chris, it was. <br><br>But him, or her, or both of them freezing to death was worse. <br><br>“Wouldn’t…wouldn’t it be bettah if we were sharing’ the sleepin’ bag and using the blankets for layers? Seem ta recall that’s what they do in the movies…’ah would feel awful if y’all froze ta death just ‘cause ya were tryin’ ta be gentlemanly.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 23:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was getting pretty cold despite the blankets, and her idea was more then just a little appealing. He had always found her attractive, and now he would be able to snuggle close to her to keep warm. He had to remind himself that she was his brothers wife though. He hesitates before responding. "Yeah...I don't know how much more i'll last sitting like this." He says, discarding the blankets and moving over to her, scooting on his butt. He slips his shoes off and grips the edge of the sleeping back, his hands shaking. Whether from the cold or from the fact that he was literally about to get in the sack with her was hard to tell. He slides in feet first, on his side behind her. They would have to spoon, it was the only way to fit in it together, and reaches to grab the blankets. He lays one so it wraps around their feet, the other across their upper bodies.<br><br>His body shudders even so, and he crosses his arms over his chest in the bag, making it slightly uncomfortable to lay like that. It was warmer then before, no doubt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>14-12-2007, 18:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered when her first climbed in, not only allowing in cold frigid air, but bringing his cold body in with it. She knew she'd made the right suggestion, though. He was like ice, and couldn't have lasted long wrapped in a few blankets. <br><br>It was difficult, but she tried to make as much room for him as possible. But no matter how she wriggled or writhed, his crossed arms dug into her back. And they weren't really sharing body heat like this, and he needed warmed up. <br><br>It was quiet for a few minutes before she summoned courage to make her suggestion. She spoke very quietly as she shrugged out of her coat, her voice shaking a little. It felt wrong to be suggesting what she was going to suggest...not because of the act, but because of her secret attraction to him. "I know y'all are tryin' ta' be propah and respectful, and I right appreciate it. But we need ta' worry about survivin'. Uncross you're arms and put them around me so I can scoot up against ya'. Only way we are gonna keep warm." <br><br>She slipped her coat over the front of herself, backwards, and waited for him to respond or comply. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-12-2007, 19:58:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her shifting, trying to get comfortable, until she finally spoke. Her suggestion made sense, of course, but he hesitated before moving. He gently slips his arms around her, feeling her warmth against his cold. He makes sure he does not brush her beasts or anywhere near them, sticking strictly to just below them. But the motion brings her closer to him. Size wise, she is a perfect fit, spooning with him almost seamlessly. If he hadn't been so cold, his thoughts might have wandered to how good she felt in his arms, the roundness of her rear pressed into him, the tightness of her body under his arms. <br><br>"Hopefully if some one shows, they don't think we're doing the naughty back here." He jokes, starting to feel a rush of warmth as he press close to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>19-12-2007, 07:05:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt her back pressing to his chest, his legs bent and her buttocks pressed to his thighs. It wasn’t logical that she could have warmed up already…but she felt very warm, from the inside out. Her skin was burning a little and she knew she was blushing from the closeness, and she was grateful he couldn’t see it. <br><br>Her laugh was soft, and a bit nervous. “Ah’m sure they’ll know we were just tryin’ ta keep warm…”<br><br>The thoughts running through her head had nothing to do with survival. She was thinking about the arm around her ribcage, the bottom swells of her breasts very lightly brushing his arm as she breathed. It had been so long since she had been touched and held, and it affected her on a myriad of different levels. <br><br><em>Say something…distract yourself…this is your husband’s brother for gods sakes…</em><br><br>“Um…are…are y’all comfortable?”<br><br><em>Really clever….</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Snow (Silvestine + Lyria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt good to have her in his arms. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, though he turned his head to the side slightly so as not to inhale it. This brought his mouth close to her ear. The swell of her breasts with each breath did not go unnoticed against his arm, and he twitched as he suppressed the urge to raise his arm higher, to press more firmly against her. The firmness of her ass pressing against his thighs sent dirtier thoughts coursing through his mind. Even so, he was still cold. It was well below freezing outside and despite cuddling like this, he found his back and neck weren't warming up too fast.<br><br>"Hmm...yeah. Are you? I'm not squeezing you too tightly am I? Body is so tense from being so cold..."
			</dd>
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