#enecco

it's the same colour as her thong, and decorated with rhinestones like the hairthin slips of fabric pulled high on her hips. enea tips her head down and parts her lips till the white of her teeth peek through. the camera flashes, and her eyes appear through the dark lenses of her sunglasses for only a moment. the shoot coordinator tells her to bring her knees in, just a little.

pecco cups his hands over his face and tries to breathe some warmth back into them. the camera flashes again, and then enea's falling back into the seat and letting out a sigh of relief, mouth stretched in a big bright grin.

she says, "come on, stefi," as she slings herself over the side and onto the snow. the girl at pecco's side groans and starts to undo her coat.

they wait until the shoot starts to wrap up before taking the lift back down to their lodge. the fire is roaring like pecco'd left it, and the house is warm enough that enea abandons her snow clothes at the door in favour of traipsing nearly nude to the chaise.

"i'll make us coffee?" pecco asks, toeing his own boots off and hanging his coat.

enea drags out the middle part of, "pleeeaaase," in reply, squirming herself into the corner of the couch and dragging the blanket all the way up to her chin. it doesn't usually work with his racing schedule to come on enea's work trips with her, but they'd gotten lucky with a gig this close to christmas, and one so close to home.

enea's most often needed pool or beach side, curls and golden skin on display in the sun. she'd still been glowing against the snow, he thinks, hair straight and shiny beneath a fluffy trapper hat.

"ah, fuck."

his eyes drop back to the french press. an acrid smell rises up with the heat.

there's shuffling behind him, and the sound of feet hitting the floor. enea's hands find him moments later, curling over his hips.

"did you burn it?"