Imagine... (Magcon Imagines)

42. Gilinsky

The lights have been out for almost an hour and the house was getting cold. You move from the bedroom into the living room in the darkness until you see a glow. You walk into the living room and to your surprise there's a warm fire in the fireplace. The room is filled with the earthy smoky smell of the fire. You sit down on the rug in front of it and sit down. You feel legs on both sides of yours and feel his arms around you.
"Nice fire." You say
"Thanks. Thought it'd be nice to have a warm fire." You raise your eyebrow. You can tell that's not his only reason and the smile that's appeared across his face proves it.
"Okay and it's also great mood lighting." You turn and put your legs on both sides of him. You put your arms around his shoulders and neck and lean towards him.
"Mood for what?" You say. He bites his lip as he plays around with the bottom of your shirt. He lifts it up as he feels around your waist and waist touching every spot perfectly.
"Mood for anything I guess." He says. He puts his lips against yours holding onto each kiss like it was his last. His kisses were rough but had a gentleness to them. You lean back as he pulls off his shirt with one swift move. You put your arms up and he pulls up your shirt kissing your skin until his lips meet yours again. With both your shirts to the side you continue to kiss him with the warm orange glow beside you. He leans back carefully so you are straddled on him never breaking the connection or the deep make out session that had developed. The fire continues to glow and increase in intensity.

If the intensity of the fire matched the intensity of that night, the house would have burned down.