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Thrawn had a spring in his step as they walked over the icy landscape. In fact Thrawn looked almost happy. He kept stopping to touch the snow, or almost leap over the larger drifts. Snow had settled on his hair and cheeks and he seemed not to even notice.
Faro reached up to brush it off him, hands running over his slick hair. He turned to her, catching her hand and kissing her gloved palm. He kissed her wrist and then moved into kiss at her jaw where it was exposed above her winter gear. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, rocking into her groin as his kisses became messy. He bit her ear lobe and growled in her ear.
She batted him away with a huff of laughter, "I said stop that! What if someone sees?" This was the third time he'd tried something on this freezing cold, snowy walk and really was there wasn't a time and a place for such things. Maybe the time wasn't when they needed to check on a malfunctioning beacon. And she knew for sure the place wasn't in the middle of a blizzard, if she uncovered even a tiny bit of her it would freeze off right away.
Thrawn didn't seem affected though, in fact he seemed invigorated. He had spent his time either prancing over the snow or trying to kiss her, the man was unhinged.
An icy blast hit her face again and she turned away. Thrawn drew her to him, "I know what can warm you up," he purred in her ear.
"Honestly Thrawn!" She tried to push him away but he grabbed her and pulled her behind a rocky outcropping. It blocked some of the wind and she breathed a sigh of relief, that is until he began pawing at her.
She backed up against the rock but he pulled her body away, "you will get cold leaning against that, come here." He pulled her close, fumbling with the fastenings on his pants.
"You can not be serious!" She said exasperated.
He breathed hot breath in her face and rutted against her a bit. "Trust me," he said.
She gave him a deadpan look until he began on her fastenings. "No!" She shouted, pushing him away. "I'm not freezing my vagina off for you."
"Trust me," he said again and his voice was gravely and deep now, she shivered in a way not related to the snow. "Fine, she grit out, but you better know what you are doing."
Faro would have liked to say that she had never done something like this, had a quickie while on shift, but that would be a lie. They were getting pretty good at this. "And don't touch me with your cold hands!" She added.
Why he felt his was not glove weather was beyond her. He didn't touch her with his hands. Instead he used his incredibly hot and what had to be achingly hard cock. "How long have you had that?" She asked breathlessly as he pressed himself between her thighs, brushing against her clit and making her shudder.
He was right, she wasn't cold, he kept them held tightly together stimulating her with tiny jerks of his hips. When he pushed into her she really was ready and wanting, her breath leaving her lungs in a huff and clouding the air around them.
He rocked into her, a small rolling motion, without pulling back and causing cold to escape. It might not have been enough if not for his sounds, and the obvious pleasure she saw painted across his face. He was more uninhibited then she had ever seen him.
It was deliciously sexy. Somehow she managed to come before him but he was not far behind. He pulled out of her, pulling her pants up quickly, to keep in the heat and pulsing come out between her spread legs, it hit the ground in steaming streaks.
"Isn't your dick cold?" She asked but he could not hear her. He was still coming, jerking in his hand, his eyes rolled back. His hands had to be freezing, maybe that was the point. She watched with amused satisfaction.
"Like the cold, sir?" She asked when he was done, adding the honorific just to piss him off.
He smirked at her. "Would you rather come rolled down your leg, any moisture can be dangerous in weather like this."
"Right," she said. "My hero."