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Fletch’s et back out here!" he bellowed, leaning down

No answer

Suddenly he thought that rabbits ht well live under a tree He dropped to his knees and thrashed his way under the tree so fast that he bu her knees, as if she were in her own bedchahted as if he’d decided to join her for a cup of tea

"What the hell," he growled, setting his lantern to the side The light wavered and went out, leaving only Poppy’s thin flame

"It’s like a little rooet accustomed"

"Are there any bears in here?"

But he took a breath

"No rabbits and no bears But it’s a little house"

A minute later he sahat shelittle walls that caround was actually a soft ht, soray under the tree, except for the shower of yellow light around her lantern His head just brushed the bottom layer of fir branches

"Very nice," he said "Let’s go, Poppy Your skirts h"

"I’ainst the fir tree, s froiven her It was a world away froant little bonnets she used to wear, tipped just so on top of elaborate nests of curls She looked like a little girl

Well, perhaps not so little Not with that deep sensual lip and the way her eyes atching hiht but she didn’t need it Her lips were the dark plum color of ripe fruit

Even as he watched her tongue stole out and wet her lips, and then she rolled out her bottom lip in that way she had and he was harder than the tree trunk

There was hardly any room under there, so he crawled forward a bit "Poppy," he said slowly

"It’s your turn," she said

"You’ll catch your death We can’t--"

"In fact, it’s warm in here," Poppy said "This is a snow cave I read about theazine When Captain Sybil went to thesnow caves and described them as quite warm"

"I am not warm," Fletch said "My knees are wet And ain and stopped with his mouth just an inch from her lips "I want my turn in a proper bed"

But she reached out one little red-mittened hand, and before he knew it, he was on his back in a soft bed of needles She was lying on top of hih layers of coat he could feel the soft curves of her body Plus, she was kissing hi their teeth together

But to Fletch’s ed to get his hands under her coat and started to rub her all over (for warhi down on hishi his clothing apart, but by then they’d heated up the little cave As she kissed her way down his chest, o higher and higher

"Poppy," he gasped at one point, "I don’t think--"

She was playing, letting snow drift froers onto his nipples and histhe brief chill with her war a naturalist, she accompanied her little experiments with a stream of commentary

Fletch had never been very noisy in bed He preferred to devote himself to his partner’s pleasure…but now he found himself helpless in Poppy’s curious hands, helpless under the e hoarse noises ca at hi hih

Finally he own and hold her protesting, an inch froo Her sar Their clothes bunched up between them He pulled his fur coat around both of the of sugar…