I fell asleep with my window wide open. It was a balmy 45 degrees last night. Actually, the fan was on too. On medium. Since the demise of my comforter, I only have a thin microplush blanket on my bed.
I dreamed I was cold. Huddled in a jacket, stamping my feet… cold. I awoke pretty much frozen. I have the sniffles and a raging headache. I’ve probably bought myself a ticket to the doc. Jury’s still out though. I’ve only been up a few hours. I’m still cold though.
The cold reminded me of a writing prompt from Avoid Writer’s Hell. The prompt had to feature sexual tension and a ski lodge. It was a contest and I didn’t feel like entering but I did come up with a little bit of a story. It’s been awhile since I posted any writing and this prompt fits in with my theme of cold dreams today.
Snow featured prominently in his dream. Jeff didn’t know why until he saw the snow bunny. Long, shining auburn hair flew out behind her as she schussed down the mountain. That hair drew him like a beacon and, like an ass, he followed her when she went into the lodge.
Now, he stood outside her window while his feet froze. In full Peeping Tom mode, he watched her undress until she wore nothing but a cami top and boy shorts. The silky underwear kind, not the kind women wore to roller blade at the beach. She released her ponytail and he held his breath. God, he could almost feel the silky strands spill through his fingers. His libido smoldered.
She turned and saw him through the window, eyes widening with surprise. Then, she beckoned to him. Shocked, he edged closer as she pushed up the sash.
“You are a bad boy,” she purred. “You’re lucky you’re so handsome or I’d have called the ski patrol to rescue me.”
“I can rescue you. I’m a fireman,” Jeff mumbled, feeling dumbstruck. Her beauty mesmerized him and apparently took away his ability to speak coherently.
She smiled seductively and he felt himself move from smolder to blaze. “Are you now? I’m Ren. What’s your name, Mister Fireman?”
“J-jeff,” he stuttered, aghast at his awkwardness. Normally, he had more poise with women, but this one blew his skis off.
“Oh, Jeff. You are sooo cute.” Ren patted his cheek softly and he breathed in her bayberry scent. A sexy thing like her could do as she pleased with him. Including baby talk.
“Shall I kiss you, my poor, cold fireman?”
Her pink lips pouted and Jeff nearly went into cardiac arrest. He leaned forward, intent on tasting her…
A clump of snow fell from the tree above him, splattering his face with icy water. He shut his eyes and swiped at the wetness. Her husky laugh sent arousal curling along his spine to his groin. His eyes snapped open.
The beautiful auburn hair of his new next door neighbor hung down in his face. The cold water came from the hose she held in her hand. Dream over, he gazed up at Ren’s lithe figure, shown to advantage in a cami and boy shorts. Damn, he loved Southern California winters, he thought.
“Hey, mister. I realize that you’re laid up and all, but give a girl a hand and hold his hose,” she said with a laugh.
Jeff looked at his right foot, immersed in a tub of water. Ahhh. The frozen feet from his dream. He’d fallen asleep in his deck chair, his burned foot on ice, as he watched his sexy neighbor wash her car.
He took the hose and she deliberately swung her luscious ass in his face. Next, she bent to pick up a sponge, her cleavage on display. Jeff stared, wondering what the price of a couple tickets to Mammoth went for. He had a sudden yen for snow.
I hope all your dreams are warm and cuddly or hot and spicy! Happy Friday!