Snowy Evenings

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[It was freezing. Even his long coat wasn't enough to keep the chill out. He made a disgruntled noise as he stepped out of the cold outdoors and into Jezebel's lab only to find it wasn't much warmer in here.]

How are you not freezing?

[He'd come to 'pick up' the doctor, half expecting to get dragged into helping with something, now he could only hope Jez would actually stop for the day and go back with him to their warm apartment.]

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I'd survive.

[Jezebel had this habit of not letting Cassian die, so he highly doubted a little sickness would do him in.

The thought get's pushed out of his mind, however, as the blanket is pulled around him. The taller man used Jezebel's closeness to his advantage and pulled him into his arms with the blanket wrapped around them both.

Now that they had honest privacy, there was nothing to stop Cassian from pressing a kiss onto the doctor's lips.]

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[Jezebel's lips curl into a slight smile as Cassian tugs him into an embrace, and he still grins a tiny bit even as Cassian's mouth presses to his. He sighs contentedly without meaning to, before returning the kiss, sliding in closer to Cassian.

Cassian's lips still bear the mark of chill on them. Jezebel's hands reach up to touch the sides of Cassian's face, and they still feel freezing even though they're indoors. He makes a discontented noise at the discovery, but keeps his hands on his skin until he can feel his face starting to ward under the heat of his palms.

He breaks the kiss only when he needs air, and even then he stays close to Cassian.] You're a stubborn fool, you know. [The words have no bite to them, just a weary affection.]

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Yeah, I know.

[The warmth of the doctor's hands on his face combined with the warmth the blanket provided and the other man's body against his was steadily returning him to a normal temperature and he smirked against those soft lips.]

You still put up with me.

[He pressed their foreheads together a moment but an idea floated through his mind that had him pulling away from those hands so he could lean down and attach his lips to Jezebel's neck in a slow and teasing movement.]

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[Jezebel has a caustic reply waiting, but it dies in his mouth when Cassian's lips find his throat. Instead, a low, pleased noise pours out instead, and he finds himself suddenly breathless. Curse the man for undoing him so easily.

Instead, he curls his hands in the fabric of Cassian's shirt, tugging him close so that their chests are nearly pressed together. His body is slowly warming under the blanket and against him; as Jezebel slides his hands over his back and sides, he can feel him thawing underneath his fingers.]