Cabin Fever [Mountain Tim x Reader]

Cabin Fever

It was an unusually cold evening - it was snowing outside, and that in of itself was a strange phenomenon, considering the fact that it was spring.

The sun had long since hidden itself behind the tall mountains that surrounded the small cabin, but it was not quite night yet, as Y/N could still see the brilliant pink and orange tint of the evening sky.

She turned her head away from the window, snuggling deeper into her lover's arms, listening to the crisp crackle of the firewood as it burned, smoke rising viciously and eventually out of the chimney of the small cabin.

Her attention was turned back to the window once more as she heard the sound of hooves in snow. One of the horses stood near the window, although, not paying the couple any mind.

"...She got out again." Y/N muttered, gesturing to her unruly horse that always seemed to escape whenever they tied her to the fence.

Mountain Tim responded with a bemused chuckle. "It's alright. She never strays too far."

Y/N hums thoughtfully. "I suppose not." She pulls his coat up towards her shoulders. The fire hadn't quite heated the room yet, and she was still a bit chilly from her... accident in the snow.

The cabin didn't have any spare blankets, so Mountain Tim offered her his coat as a substitute.

"It's not much," she remembered him muttering as he handed her the coat,"but I suppose it's better than nothing, darlin'."

She smiled warmly to herself. His coat smelled like him - like nature, like the woods, like... mountains.

"Mountain Tim, I-" She shifted in her position. She had offered to cuddle on the couch (only because she was worried that he'd be cold without his coat, of course !), but she had trouble finding a position that was comfortable for the two of them.

She knew that Mountain Tim wouldn't complain either way, despite how uncomfortable he may be, but she still wished to take his feelings into consideration.

"Yes, darlin'?"

Her face flushed, but he wouldn't have noticed anyways. The room was dark - save for the soft glow of the fire - and the sun was setting still.

"I... My hand..." She shifted again. "It's... a bit heavy. Do you think..." Once again, she changed her position on the couch, but she, slipped, and her cheek came into contact with bare skin. Her eyes widened and her cheeks began to blaze red when she realized what she had fallen against.

Mountain Tim smiled handsomely, looking down at her and gently running his fingers through her hair, not noticing the "predicament" Y/N had found herself in. "What is it? Go on, I don't bite."

"Ah... uh..." She tries to stutter out a response, but it was futile. Her cheeks were hot and her mind was hazy - almost as if she had a fever.

She had forgotten that he had taken off his coat, and his chest was - more or less - bare. Usually, he would wrap his coat around himself to protect his... chest... from the cold, but the coat didn't exist as a buffer anymore.

"..." She was surprised that Mountain Tim couldn't feel the heat from her face on his bare chest.

Mountain Tim chuckled, not quite knowing why Y/N appeared to be so flustered, but appreciating it nonetheless. "You alright?" His voice had a light tone to it. He seemed amused.

"Mountain Tim... Y-your... your tiddies..." She finally managed to choke out. Her face... is in his tiddies, and her hand is oh, so heavy!

"My...?" Mountain Tim offered to repeat himself, but then trailed off. "Huh, must be some type of Eastern slang that I'm not familiar with..." He muttered to himself.

Y/N wanted to cry. This man did not know what tiddy is.

"No... Mountain Tim... Your... chest..." She tried again, trying to make it clear to him.

"My chest? What about it?"

Y/N groaned. "Mountain Tim... my hand..."

He smiled gently at her, pulling her closer to him with the arm that lay wrapped around her. "It your hand 'heavy' again, dearie?"

"Mhm.." She hummed. Her eyes were starting to get teary. His tiddies........

He slipped his large hand into her own, smiling once more and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Well, alright then."

Y/N sighed through her nose. He didn't seem to be letting her go anytime soon.

...She was already tired from the days endeavors. Between the gentle cracking of the firewood and the warmth that surrounded her, she quickly found herself falling into a shallow sleep.

At the edge of her subconscious, she could hear Mountain Tim humming... singing, almost to himself. It was calming, and gentle. Her mind reached out to grasp the words that he sang, before she finally succumbed to rest.