Thawing (Literate/Humorous---PM me)

[Lie_in_Truth]

The blizzard blew gusts of wind in her face, nearly blinding in their force. She could barely see her own feet take steps, let alone feel her toes. On a food shortage, she couldn't really blame the family for kicking her out. After all, they were supporting a stranger, too. It wasn't their fault they were looking out for their children. She had just happened upon them at the wrong time. At least they had given her extra clothing for the weather, though it wasn't much.

Her stolen boots wrapped up to her knees, insulating as much heat in as possible. The deer-skin pants were her own, stolen from home. Her own shirt, another warmer one, and a deer-skin jerkin were doing their best to insulate her lungs. But, her fur-lined cloak underneath a stiff, leather overcoat were the real deal. She could count the number of things on her body that were stolen. But, she'd had no choice. And now, she was about to freeze to death because of that 'choice'.

She could have been back at home, all warm and toasty with her favorite maid, hiding her sword from her parents again. She could have been reading by a fire. She could have been wrapped in silk and fur, all comfortable and safe. But, no, she'd just had to defy the rules again. It really wasn't her fault that she'd slipped out of the castle in the middle of a skermish. Thankfully, a little 'Amazon' hadn't been worth their notice, even with her surprisingly short shorn hair (Her parents had been furious about that one, but, she really liked it. It was much better than that weird bob they insisted was the 'new look').

As her body became increasingly numb, her limbs began to droop. No! I have to keep moving. I'll die! I'll die.... Oh, god, I don't want to die.... A whimper escaped her lips as she stumbled, slowly picking herself up from the ground. No matter how many layers she had on, the wind and snow had made sure to pierce through as much clothing as fast as possible. Now, her boots were soaked, her pants were frozen, and her shirts didn't feel nearly as comfortable as before. Her breasts ached from their stiff posture, though she didn't know how any wind or snow could have gotten past all of her clothes.

More stumbles proceeded the first, her body moving slower and slower to get up the next time. Her eyes were slowly slipping shut, not that she could have seen anything anyways. On her last stumble, she stayed down. I don't want to die. God, I don't want.... I'm so....tired.... Curling up into a ball, she let the snow fall, not moving anymore.

And, as she slipped into her half-frozen dreams, the shadow in the snow never once crossed her mind.

 

[milfhunter23]

He was out shopping when he saw someone fall he raced through the snow to there side. He could see it was a woman but not much more lifting her he brought her into his truck. He cranked the heat and sped off towards the office the mail room should be empty at this time of day. He tried to heat her up finding a blanket in the back he ripped it open. It was actually a coat no doubt the price would come out of his pay and he would be chewed out for this latter. He opened the coat placing it on the woman watching as the snow on her slowly melted getting the seat wet. “Are you ok mis”

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

As the snow began to melt on her, it soaked fully into her clothes, chilling her to a shuddering mass of blue-tinged skin. She'd been barely conscious when she'd been grabbed, and she was still just that.

"V-V....very...co-old...." she whispered through numbed lips. Her clothing was odd indeed, very foreign. Her voice had a soft accent, which would probably become more apparent when she came back to the conscious world. "N-nos-se....is num-b-b...."

 

[milfhunter23]

He took his coffee and handed it to her but as she began to shake he took it back no burn ward. “Sorry nothing warm” pulling over he placed his hands on her face this gave him very cold fingers. “Sorry about that did not want you’re nose to freeze” he says using his cloths to warm back up his hands. “Where are you from, what is you’re name” he asks noticing her accent maybe someone is looking for her.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Turning her head toward him, her eyelids half-open. "L-Libby.....f-from...fro-om...."

She didn't have enough energy to finish her sentence. The strain on her body finally went to her head, her eyes sealing shut. The only sounds coming from her mouth after that were mumbles. Twitches shuddered through her form from cold. Her clothes were now soaked from melted ice, her body giving only little indications of life.

She needed to get into dry clothes and into a warm environment. Otherwise the mysterious stranger would die.

 

[milfhunter23]

Shutting the engine of he carried her into the office and found a large sink he cleared his minds and tried to take of her cloths. He could not so he cut them of and began to fill the sink with warm water it was a large plastic bucket style use by cleaning crews. He had known a Libby he only hoped this girl was like her and could take this in stride he left for a moment to steal some cloths.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Her lips were blue, her skin the palest of tans. Wet, black strands of hair clung to her skull, not even reaching down to her ears. Nicely shaped lips, high cheekbones, and finely curved eyebrows made her pale features. If she hadn't been half-dead, she would have been very beautiful.

A small, light groan slipped from her lips, the warm air making goosebumps rise from her chilled skin. In sleep, she pulled her arms around her, curling her feet close to her body to keep in the little warmth that she had.

 

[milfhunter23]

Moving back he towels her off “I am Nathanial from emerald cove originally funny you have the accent I lost” he smiles letting her keep the towel as he finishes he could find not cloths her size. He the sits down to find out if she can talk some more or if she will need more time. “How did you end up like that don’t you have anyone” he ask blushing at the fact that she has on no cloths.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

His vigorous rubbing her off with a towel slowly woke her. Blood began to run through her freely now, warming her entire body. But, as she came back to consciousness, she realized that she was very naked in front of a very clothed man. She clutched the towel close to her trying to cover as much of her body as possible.

"I, ah... I got lost... What happened to my clothes?"

 

[milfhunter23]

He stutter “I they were torn and well I had to cut them off” he finds a large t shirt and some panties and hands them over “sorry it’s around valentines so not a lot of heavy clothing” why he could not find a bra he does not know maybe he will have some better luck if he keeps looking. “Are you feeling better” he asks the roads are closed but he found some chocolates, cheese, cracker and some hot chocolate.