Free Snowed Under by Celeste Rupert Page A

Ivy’s white cotton drawers, and Ivy looked down to see they were wet around her knees, the damp fabric clinging to her thighs. “These are positively indecent, wet like that, someone could see right through them. They have to go.” Nell was being all drama, and Ivy laughed, stopping her as she reached for the tie.
    “Hang on.” Ivy shrugged her coat off and laid it near the fire. She picked up the soggy skirt and spread it nearby. The hem closest to the flames immediately started to steam. “What?” she asked, catching Nell’s eye roll. “I want them to be dry by morning and besides, between the fire and you, I’m already feeling much warmer.”
    “Well, I’m not.” Nell reached again for Ivy’s drawstring. “Just looking at you in those wet drawers makes me shiver.” She pulled the tail of the bow, and as soon as it came free, she yanked on the hem to pull the drawers down to Ivy’s ankles. Before Ivy could step out of them, Nell’s warm lips met the inside of her knee, her wet tongue blazing a trail of heat on the cold skin as she worked her way up her thigh. “See,” Nell said, nuzzling the curls at the apex of Ivy’s thighs, her breath hot. “Isn’t this better?”
    “I’m definitely feeling warmer.” Ivy pulled the ribbon from Nell’s hair, letting the long dark tresses fall down her back. She stroked the hair back from Nell’s face and let it fall through her fingers as Nell and her busy mouth moved up to her belly. Nell reached for Ivy’s shirt, loosening the lowest button, then the next, parting the cotton to make way for her tongue and her lips. Ivy shrugged the shirt off as soon as the last button was unfastened, reluctantly removing her hands from Nell’s hair to let the shirt fall to the floor.
    Nell circled her tongue on the underside of her breast, and Ivy closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, angling to try to get her nipple within reach. Whether it was peaked from the previous chill or from Nell’s attention, Ivy neither knew nor cared, she just wanted the familiar heat of Nell’s mouth.
    Nell straightened up, and Ivy opened her eyes, making a noise of protest at the loss of her hot mouth.
    “Don’t pout,” Nell said, touching her forehead to Ivy’s, and Ivy didn’t pass up the opportunity when it was presented, touching their lips together. She leaned into the kiss, her hands in Nell’s hair to hold her in place, demanding entrance to tangle her tongue with Nell’s. Nell kissed her back, her fists knotted in the edge of the camisole, slipping one leg between hers, until Ivy yelped when the cool damp dress covering Nell’s thigh touched the heat between her legs.
    “It’s cold!” Ivy squirmed.
    “I know, it’s my leg,” Nell said. “You don’t like the cold?”
    Ivy shivered as Nell grazed her cold fingers up her ribs to Ivy’s breasts, circling the tight buds with her thumbs, and Nell’s hot breath teased at her neck. “I prefer the heat.” Ivy got a handful of Nell’s hair to pull her head back, exposing her neck. She started at her jaw bone and ran an open mouthed kiss along her skin down to her collarbone. She sucked at the spot where her neck joined her shoulder and Nell dug her fingernails into her hips, pulling her close.
    Ivy worked on the buttons on the front of Nell’s blue dress, licking and sucking on her neck, her earlobe, her lips. When enough of the buttons were undone, Ivy shoved it off Nell’s shoulders, surprised to find she was naked beneath it.
    “No wonder you were cold,” Ivy scolded, “it’s a wonder you didn’t catch your death going out in that storm in your nothings!”
    “Then you’d better warm me up.” Nell stepped out of the dress and wrapped her arms around Ivy, pressing their breasts together, slipping her knee between her legs again. Ivy moved her feet apart to bring her closer. Nell kissed her, softly at first, then demanding more, plunging her tongue into Ivy’s mouth and her hands into her hair. Ivy ground