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You’ve pulled each other through sleet, mile after mile without rest, to reach the meagre safety afforded by the cabin, the blizzard howling outside, turning the whole world a blank slate of whites and greys outside the window.
But here?
Here, inside, with the pop and crackle of wood in the hearth you’re both safe and comfortable, and most importantly- warm at last.
Your charge is safe, for now, the tiny, petite tsarina taking a shower in the bathroom, the heater for the water cranking loudly as the electricity runs it, royal money hard at work.
You’ll have to get up when she’s done. She deserves the comfiest chair, the one closest to the fire, but for now, after all the running, you’re luxuriating in the chance to put your feet up and soak in the heat.
Thank god you left changes of clothes here, it’ll be nice to wear something a little less formal.
You left your bloodstained coat by the door, the Tsarina’s snow-white fur coat somehow having stayed impossibly clean, as if the dirt itself believed it was unworthy of touching her.
The pipes thud, the water shutting off with a creak and you hear a shower curtain being drawn back, as you puff on your pipe.
There’ll be no leaving with this blizzard. Not until it’s worn itself out.
Until then, you have smoked meat and tobacco to last, firewood aplenty and books to pass the time. A far distant change from the last few days, certainly.
You pull your feet down from the footstool as you hear footsteps crossing the floorboards and start to stand, to give this seat to Danica, but a gentle press of her fingers on your shins keeps them in place.
You look at her in confusion as she straightens, her long blonde hair tucked behind her ears where it spills out from beneath her ushanka.
“Ma’am?” You ask.
There’s a smile in her eyes, “Come now, Alexei.” She sighs, “After everything you’ve suffered for me, I think you’ve earned the right of a first name basis. Now sit still. We’ll share our warmth…”
You swallow as her petite frame swivels and she lowers herself into your lap, her snow-white coat back on, covering her from shoulders to thighs, buttoned neatly up…
But you’re uncertain if there’s anything else underneath.
Not even small clothes.
But she is soft, and she is light, and she is oh so warm in this miserable snow storm, snuggled perfectly into your lap.
She faces the fire, but looks up at you, her head barely reaching the base of your neck given your difference in size. “You’ve been… great, the last few days.” She trills softly, reaching her hands up and locking her warm fingers behind your neck, her voice light and playful, now that she’s gotten out of immediate danger. “My big strong bear.”
You swallow again, unsure of what to do with your hands other than grip tightly at the arms of the chair so hard the word creaks.
“Anything for you, Ma’-“ Her eyebrow raises imperiously… “Danica.”
Despite all your best intentions, your mind screaming at you for it, your body can’t help but react as she shifts in your lap, the soft mink of her coat grinding in your crotch, the smooth, shapely buttocks underneath making their presence known.
“Anysing?” She asks. “How generous you are, Alexei.”
You find your eyes wandering away from her face, to the collar of her coat and she smirks. “You know what I want.” She purrs, stroking her fingers from the back of your neck up to your cheeks.
“You- you’re husband-“
“Is dead. And took a different woman to his bedchambers every night.” She replies, taking one of your hands and putting it on her hip, the soft fuzz of her ushanka dragging against your chest now as well, her ice blue eyes staring up at you. “Please.” She begs, “I  just want to feel good after all this misery… I want you to make me feel good, Alexei.”
You swallow again, and you find your hand moving to the buttons of her coat, undoing them with as much delicacy as your hamhock hands can manage, parting the bottom of the coat enough to confirm that, indeed, she wears nothing underneath, bare between her thighs, save the fair hairs of womanhood.
And your hands have their own mind from there, one hand slipping between her thighs, one thick digit seemingly enough to entertain her, her heat unbelievable to the frigidity outside, your other hand palm and fidgeting at her buttons, pulling them free one at a time, first exposing her belly button, then the bottoms of her breasts, which you briefly rub the undersides of, earning an extra appreciative purr and a clenching on your finger, before you move up, freeing her breasts entirely, groping and grabbing, trying your best not to bring her harm or bruising with your crude hands, Danica pressing her back into your chest and letting her delicate, soft moans spill out against the thick, wooden walls of the cabin, riding your finger, before the button at her collar comes free at last, baring her in the entirety of her nudeness, as she lets out a soft cry and climaxes under your attentions, one of the first sounds of pleasure and happiness she’s let out in days, and it’s all because of you.
She sags back as you extract your finger, your groin still swelled against your trousers…
But she lounges against you, regathering her breath, bathing in the heat of the fire…
“Alexei?” The tsarina asks.
“Yes, ma’am?- I mean, Danica.”
“There’s two bedrooms here, da?”
Your hopes sink dramatically. “Da.”
“Well…” She hums, getting up from her seat. “Well, we won’t be needing both, now will we?”
The coat drops to the floor, her slender form backlit against the fire in it’s perfect, royal majesty, as she saunters to the closer bedroom door and crooks a finger, beckoning you to come.
And come and come and come.