A cabin in the woods to start.

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He's kissing her, pressing her into the snow when they appear. "I can't get enough of you woman."

Tala chuckled. "You do realize this is cold, right?" she asked, kissing him.

He heats up, the snow around them melting.

"Much better," she answered, kissing him again.

Steam drips from his skin and her pulls off her shirt. "God I love you."

"I love you and nothing will ever change that."

He kisses her throat licking down and up neck to bellybutton and all the encompasses.

Tala sighed in pleasure and watched him work, her hands reaching down and threading through his hair.

He unbuckles her pants, nibbling slowly lower at the flesh below her bellybutton.

She giggled. "This may be better than the beach," she commented.

"Way better." he tries to say, his tongue busy.

She laughed, reaching for him to pull him back up where she can have fun too.

He catches her mouth, hands firmly on her **.

She moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around him, deeping the kiss and fully enjoying it. She opened up the empathic connection so he could feel what she felt and experience his actions from the receiving end.

He pulls away slightly, almost exploding without a single touch. The ground around them boils. "Keep that open this holidays, it is so hot knowing what I make yo feel."

She grinned. "If you wish."

He shucks off his pants, pressing himself against her and rocking.

The Empathic connection remained open and Tala smiled.

((And we should probably fade out.))

((fade in))

The ground around them is on fire, rain clouds above them. "Hope we don't flood this place."

She looked around, taking the scene in. She chuckled lightly. "If we do, I guess we'll have to find a way to stop it."

She turned her gaze back to him. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Darling - you wouldn't be preggers if I didn't enjoy us."

Tala chuckled. "That is very true."

He strokes her damp brow. "Sorry we got so hot."

She looked at him, grinning. "I can stand a little heat. You should know that."

He traces a flame down her arm. "Good."

"My mother always told me if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen," she commented. "And I love being in the kitchen."

"I love cooking with you as well." he picks her up and carts her towards the cottage.

She wrapped her arms around him, a huge smile on her face.

He places her down on the bed softly smiling as he lays beside her.

"I love you," she said, gazing at him.