Snow Bunnies 2

The girls stumble back from the slopes, boots kicked off, bodies still buzzing from the cold. Steam curls from their mugs. They wrap cold fingers around the hot chocolate and drink like it might save them. One by one the layers come off—wet tights peeled down, jackets tossed. Someone drops to her knees on the hearth rug, fingers already hooking the other’s thighs apart. Heat pours between them, sweeter than the cocoa. They take turns spreading legs on the old leather couch, tongues meeting wet heat, licking deep and slow. The fire pops. Their breath comes ragged. Chocolate cools untouched while they grind and moan, tasting each other until the whole room smells like sweat, cocoa, and sex.