He practically collapses against the rough wooden door, the snow falling in sheets around him as he summons the will to lift his head and peek through the dark window. The small cabin appears empty, but not abandoned. It's the kind of shelter you could rent at any of the dozen state parks across the state. He knocks carefully at the lightweight door, more out of a deeply ingrained politeness than any real expectation of someone being in there.
"Is anyone in there?!" His voice is loud, but in the growing blizzard, it seems to fall off before it passes his hands. "I don't mean any harm I just- I got turned around in the snow. Hello! Is anyone in there!?" He stops a moment, listening for any response.
Silence.
He begins to scan the door, it was made of relatively lightweight material, with a simple pull handle and only an external latch to keep the cabin locked up in the off season. He pauses a moment, wondering what was off about that latch. For a brief moment he hovered in confusion before it hit him, there was no padlock on the outside of the door.
The door swings open, faster than he could react in his shivering state, destabilizing him and sending him flopping backwards into the small snowbank that was growing at an alarming pace.
"Thank god" Her voice comes from the dark void of the door, "I thought I was the only one out here." He rolls over and climbs back to his feet, awkwardly staggering back to the now open door. She stands in the doorway, hunched over and shivering herself. The simple knit beanie over her bright red hair was visibly wet and still covered in snow, her black jacket looked warm, but not suitable for such heavy snow, and the boots on her feet were clearly waterlogged from the rapidly growing drifts. He stepped through the doorway, the door slamming closed behind him.
"Th-thanks I was starting to worry I'd ha-have to break in or something." He mutters between shivers. "Sorry no-not that I was going to break in t-to your cabin I just-"
"It's not my cabin." Her response comes quick and with no malice, simply a recitation of fact. She proceeds to the wood stove on the opposite side of the cabin from the door and kneels beside it. She fumbles with a lighter for a moment before the click and scrape sent a gentle flow of flame against the small piece of paper in the stove. It catches quickly casting a dim orange glow across the room. "I just got here a few minutes ago, I think I ended up on the wrong trail when the snow started really dumping and th-thank god for this cabin. I do-don't know where I'd be if I didn't stumble into it." She shivered as she dropped some small splinters of wood onto the fire. The small fire eagerly consumed them as it cast a greater glow across the room, finally giving him a good view.
Behind him. the door, held closed by a small bungee cord. Beside the door a small table and simple wooden chair beside it. To his right a cot leaned against the wall. Straight ahead was a small wood-stove and some stacked firewood. To the left a counter took up the entire wall, with some cabinets above it. He tries to relax some, but he can feel the wet cold of his clothing sapping his strength rapidly.
He walks to the cupboards as the fire crackled to life. Opening them he searches for anything warm to change into. As the fire picks up she turns her attention to him. He's taller than her, but only by a few inches and wears a simple grey coat with no hat. Below that only jeans and some insulated shoes on his feet. He certainly wasn't unattractive either. She shifts uncomfortably, feeling a wet cold that reaches all the way into her marrow.
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The fire roars behind the small chunk of glass in the door of the wood-stove. Despite the heat being output by the lump of iron filled with fire, he continues to shiver, as did she.
"Noodles are on the way" He says, placing the dinged up metal lid on top of the small pot, "and I found three blankets in the cupboard and a set of old playing cards, I think that'll work better than- uhh- what we've got." his eyes dropped to the floor as he contemplated saying what needed to be said. He knew they needed to get out of their wet clothes, now that the fire was heating the room and they had something warm to cover with.
"We'll need to di-ditch the clothes, right?" Her question came out far more confident than it had felt inside. She shifted a little, feeling the wet fabric against her skin. "I know OK its weird and we don't know each other bu-but it'd not going to dry fast enough, and we'll keep getting cold and-"
"Yea I to-totally agree." His eyes dropped to the floor, then back up to her. "Here- just dr-drape this over yourself and- I'll turn this way." Both of them turned away from each other, unzipping their outer layers and setting them aside. Once their coats and shoes were off, they hoisted the blankets up onto their shoulders and face away from each other, both careful to hide themselves from the other. He peeled off the soaking wet t-shirt, exposing his chilled chest to the still chilled air of the cabin. She pulled off the thin sweater and tank top she'd worn under her coat. He popped his belt off and undid his fly, pulling the soaked blue jeans awkwardly down his legs and shuffling out of them. She reached around behind her back and unhooked her heavy black bra, dropping it at her feet as she reached for the waistline of her panties, pulling them loose and dropping them around her ankles. He tugged at the hem of his boxers, dropping them to the floor and awkwardly pushing them under his jeans with his foot.
When she turned around he was still shuffling on the other side of the blanket from her. Only his dark wet hair visible above the green field he was wrapped in. She pulled her own blanket close around her, normally the course fabric would have annoyed her, but on this night it was possibly the coziest material she could think of. She knelt down, spreading the third blanket on the floor in front of the small window of the wood-stove.
He turned just in time to see her stand up from spreading the floor blanket. He gazed only for a split second and saw the outline of her breasts, tummy, and pubes as the blanket around her shifted open. He immediately looked up to the ceiling, not wanting to be caught oggling the woman who appeared to be his only companionship for the forseeable future.
"I can- uhh- I'll sit over here." He motioned towards the small chair beside the door, easily the coldest place in the room.
"No, no you can come sit with me by the fi-fire." She wasn't aware of why he was suddenly awkward, only that the fire was warm and that he would scarcely benefit from it all the way over there. She patted the blanket beside her and looked up at him with a smile. He slowly, carefully took a seat beside her, just within reach of the stove and barely out of reach of the noodles.
They could each hear the gentle bubbling sound of the water within the small pot being brought to a boil as the fire continued to heat the room. They listened for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of the room start to penetrate their cold clammy exteriors.
"I think it sh-should be about ready." He said as he leaned towards the small pot. For a moment his blanket faltered, splitting just enough that she could see the outline of his body. He was in shape, not a swimmer or a body builder, but he certainly took care of himself, the blanket also stuck just above his ass, giving her a momentary but practically explicit view of his buttocks. She liked what she saw, and immediately felt shame for allowing her mind to wander so far. Her eyes flicked up and locked on the noodles as he pulled them off of the stove.
"I-uhh- I don't think we have any utensils, so we might have to let it cool a bit and-"
"I want to be demure and civilized but I will happily eat those noodles with my actual hands." She says, shifting her focus to the small pot as he sets it on the simple stone hearth in front of the wood-stove. She reached over grabbing the handle and lifting the pot to her lips. With the movement she relaxed her grip on the blanket somewhat, allowing it to slip from being tightly wound around her face to it coming to a rest on her shoulders, creating a v from her collar bones to the top of her cleavage. She slurped the broth hungrily before handing it over to him.
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"So what, you just left?" She leans back a bit, the blanket draped over her shoulders creating a clear view of her cleavage all the way down to her tummy and nearly to her groin, were it not for the folds of the blanket being piled in her lap. The fire burned hot, making the need for each blanket feel less and less necessary.
