#lemusesick

He supposed it could have been worse; the fire was burning well, the cabin was cosy, and Belle informed him that they had plenty of canned food.  After they had finished their mugs of brandy-laced coffee, she had announced that she would inspect the cupboards, and was currently poking through one of them, lifting out cans and setting them aside.  He got up to put more wood on the fire, and went to explore the rest of the cabin.  It had two small bedrooms, the beds covered by soft red blankets.  There was a small bathroom, with a corner shower, and a door that led out to the back porch, which looked out over a frozen lake.

When he returned to the lounge, Belle had lined up several tins of food on the kitchen counter and was looking them over.

“I think I can put together something for dinner that won’t suck too hard,” she announced.  “Are you hungry?”

“Not at the moment,” he said.

“There’s more coffee if you want it,” she said, holding out the flask, and he took it.

“I thought we’d had it all,” he said, pouring the last into his mug.  A strong scent of brandy was coming off it, enough to make his eyes water.  “You’re sure this is coffee?”

“It - may be mostly booze by now,” she admitted, chewing her lip adorably.  “I just kept pouring brandy in it.  Seemed like a good idea.”

Weaver barked a laugh.

“Perhaps we’d better have dinner after all,” he said.  “Another cup of this ‘coffee’ and we’ll be on the floor.”

“Hmm.”  Belle stepped closer, twining her arms around his neck.  “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Weaver set down his mug, stroking his hands over her waist as she kissed him.  She was smiling when she pulled back, her expression extremely satisfied.  Her fingers were stroking the wisps of hair at the back of his head, and it was sending pleasant shivers through him.  Belle’s smile widened a little.

“You know,” she said, her voice a little lower than usual.  “It’s our third date.”

“Yes.”  He gave a resigned shrug.  “I’m sorry it wasn’t something more romantic than getting stuck out here.”

“Oh, I don’t know…”  Her fingers pushed further into his hair.  “Log cabin, roaring fire, snowed in with nothing to do but - get to know one another.  Seems pretty romantic to me.  For a third date.”

Weaver licked his lips.  That was twice she’d mentioned the third date thing, but he didn’t want to jump to the wrong conclusion.

“So,” he said.  “How do you want to pass the time?”

Belle rose up on her toes and kissed him again, her tongue gently stroking against his before she sank back down with a little moan of satisfaction that made him twitch.  Her pupils had gone wide and dark, and she sent him a tiny, secretive smile.

Name: starts with g :P

Nickname: Elennemigo, Ele, El, E...

Birth month: September

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: 5′4″

Nationality: Argentina

Orientation: Straight

Favorite Fruit: lemon

Favorite Season: all 4 of them (i'll leave that to your deductions ;) )

Favorite Quote(s): I have many. From shows, movies, people, i can't put here all of them.

Favorite Book(s): Again many of them. Crónicas del Angel Gris, to name one.

Favorite Flowers: I don't have a favorite flower.

Favorite Smell(s): coffee, something baking in the oven, fresh strawberries...

Favorite Color(s): black, purple (depends on the mood lol)

Favorite Animal(s): I don't have favorite animals

Fictional characters: So many!!! I'll say just from Sherlock BBC then: Sherlock, Molly, Mary.

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: all 3! But more coffee.

Average amount of sleep: 6 hours more or less

Cat or dog person: neither

Number of Blankets: 2

Dream trip: London-Los Angeles-New York

Date of Blog Creation: August, 2015

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