Christmas Shorts

>the weather Sis prepared is perfect
>snow blowing in all directions; an unescabable white haze
>a cold-bringing wind at minus ten degrees
>your husband-to-be trudged along the snowy trail, hot misty breath escaping from his reddened lips
>the very sight of him exerting himself, sweating and overheating under all those layers, made you uncontrollably wet
>he was so ''warm'', so ''hot''
>and you were so lonely on the mountain, now that Sis found her husband
>the cold turned everything so cold and desolate
>and you yourself felt so frigid these days that whatever you touched froze instantly
>you needed his warmth
>an icicle formed in the palm of your hand as your breathing became more labored
>he appeared to have taken a break, sitting on a stump
>you took the opportunity to sneak closer, towards the heat radiating from his back
>he was humming a slow, warm tune
>a deep throbbing which resonated with your womb
>you paused as a voice escaped his lips
>"It's so damn cold... I never want to see a day under sixty degrees after this trip is over."
>you squeezed your dripping thighs together at the thought of such warmth
>after all, you've never even known a day over forty degrees
>his voice continued to interupt your thoughts
>"I'd rather have it at eighty... ninety? No, one hundred degrees!"
>it was too much for you
>you lunged forward, icicle aimed for his big, warm back
>but he suddenly stood with great purpose as you stumbled face first into the snow, completely missing the target
>"Some like it hot, but I like it ''really'' hot!" he exclaimed
>you made to rush back to your feet, but froze in place when you realized he was staring at you, a beaming smile on his face
**"THEY CALL ME HEAT MISER"**
>he bellowed, hot air blasting from his lungs
**"WHATEVER I TOUCH"**
>he continued, as he recklessly forced himself atop you, warm hands roughly fondling your stiff chest
**"STARTS TO MELT IN MY CLUTCH"**
>his blazing hot crotch now exposed, he slammed the firely rod into your icy depths
>he cackled madly as the warmth surged within you, leaving you with the rapid sensation of melting around him
**"I'M TOO MUCH!"**

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<"Hey, hey. Hey, Anon, wake up."
>a soft, scaled hand shook your shoulder
>a groan escaped your lips as you attempted to return to the sweet land of dreams you were inhabiting
<"C'mon sleepyhead, you'll miss the good part."
"...Hmmmmm?"
>you cracked your eyes open for a moment to see the bright light of a TV screen a few feet away
>the colors flashed by a little too quickly for your sluggish brain, so you closed the lids shut again
"Five more minutes..."
>the soft, warm pillows on which your face rested were beckoning
<"Oh no you don't. You said that when the movie started and now look where we are."
"But I've seen it a thousand times already."
>well, maybe not a thousand
>but christmas movies were a yearly tradition, and there are only so many of them
>but the whole thing was really just an excuse for drinking eggnog and cuddling at this point
<"Hey. Hey. Hey. Come oooooonnnnn~."
>incessant light jabs from a small claw repeatedly pressed on your cheek
"Fine, fine."
>you opened your eyes more fully this time, again greeted by the glow of the TV
>it was at a strange angle, sitting on its side like that
<"Goodmooooorning, sleepy."
>the voice sounded from somewhere above you
>above you?
>another clawed poke found its way to your cheek as you turned to face your darling dragon
<"You looked comfy down there, so I let you stay that way."
"It was pretty comfy."
>you gently squeezed the soft thighs your head was resting on
<"Tsk-tsk. Later. The movie's almost over."
>you grudgingly complied, instead sliding your hand over to hers and grasping lightly
>lightly, your thumb ran across her scaled knuckles, occasionally bumping against a small diamond ring on one finger
>the two of you stayed like this, enjoying eachothers warmth even as the credits scrolled by