Well Met, Tatania

[Rosalynd]

There is a fire blazing in the corner, cheery and bright. In the distance, bells are ringing as the wind chime jingles just outside the breezeway. Snow is starting to fall, and I am cold, using the warmth of the oven to keep out the chill. The long sweater dress and leggings are not nearly thick enough for Humboldt winter.

Wait a minute, I thought it was just fall.

Warm arms wrap around me from behind, his smell is comforting, like wood smoke and pine trees. Pulling me into him tightly, his red hair drapes over one of my shoulders as he plants a kiss behind my ear, and his very erect groin into my backside.