Sharing body warmth

Colin’s face is pale as he tries to recover from the – for him – awkward moment. “So – how – how are you feeling?” he asks.

“Still p-pretty cold.” Amy bats her eyelashes. “You wouldn’t mind … h-holding me, a minute?”

Colin falters. “I— uhm.”

“Unless your wife would object.”

“Oh, I’m not…” He coughs. “Not married.”

“Girlfriend? Sorry, I shouldn’t…any significant other?”

“Uh. No.”

“Well.” She shuffles a little closer. “Would you object?”

She sees the flicker of hesitation. The last of his resolve. Starting to melt.

“No. No, I wouldn’t.”

Slowly, as if afraid that she or the moment will shatter, he reaches out. Gently touching her shoulders before he slowly pulls their bodies together. Amy rests her head on his chest, and feels the warmth, the strength, the shelter of his body all around hers.

“Th-thanks.” She might be playing up the shiver a bit now, maybe. But she is still cold. Craving more…

“I th-think you might have to help me out of these wet clothes…”

“But there’s…nothing else for you to wear…”

“I know.”

She guides his hands. The sense of mischievous glee she feels as she gets him to slowly roll up the wet mass of her t-shirt, revealing herself inch by inch. He’s making every effort to not look while – well, how can he avoid it? He’s trembling.

But as he begins to relax, to become more confident – it feels much better this way. He’s taking charge now, no longer needing her to urge him on. The t-shirt comes off, and as she shakes her wet hair free – well, she’s made him almost as wet as she was to start with. But his hand rests on her bare shoulder now, and she leans into his embrace.

Now she feels warm. More than warm. And she can sense something else – amid the soft warmth of Colin’s body against hers – there’s a hardness there. Well, well. Maybe she can do something to thank him…