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The fire flickered and cracked across the lounge. The soot stained grate let faint shimmers of amber light through, leaving the walls, the chairs and the occupants dancing in shadow. The warmth was unaffected, unfurling into the dimness. It rolled out, stretching and covering the room. It circled and wrapped itself around them; a blanket; the darkness a long lost friend.

She lay sprawled out by the fire, basking in the warmth as it curled around her. She propped her head up with her hand as the dim light traced her body; the subtle curve of her torso, her hips, her thighs, leaving her feet in darkness. The light shifted as she breathed in the woody warmth and her face was now half cast into shadow. The hard angles of her cheeks were at odds with the gentle curl of her mouth. Her eyes glinted dangerously in the light and her hair fell across her face, keeping the thoughts etched across them between her and the fire.

I stood in the doorway, leaning against the cold wood,  watching. Her body tensed, and the moment was almost broken . Cold stole into the room. I shut the door and the room was gone. The warmth, the girl, they were on the other side, and I walked away with the memory of a perfect moment, and the fantasy of something more.

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