Soaking wet and freezing cold, she climbs onto the bed and into his arms. She doesn't care right now if she's getting the new sheets wet. She just wants to be here with him.

As he wraps his arms around her, he feels how cold her skin is and can feel her every little shudder.. From the cold or from crying, he isn't sure.

She clings to him and buries her head into his chest, sharing his warmth and trying to calm her shaking. She feels him stroking her hair, which comforts her. Already, she can feel herself calming down, now that she's here with him.

He begins taking off her clothes, plastered to her body with the cold water. She lets him, and the scene begins to almost take on that of a young child being undressed by her mother. He leaves the room for just a moment, and returns with a towell, turning on the heater on his way back into the room.

Now naked but less cold, she readily takes the towell and dries herself off, squeezing the drops of water out of her hair. Still shakey though, she collapses back onto the bed, gripping the sides.

He grabs her shoulders and lays her back down on the bed and once more, holds her in his arms. They tangle around eachother closely.. But not so sexually. Just sharing eachothers warmth, as a litter of newborn puppies or kittens might in the winter.

Stroking her back, he feels the last of her shivers melt away.

She feels so safe now. Safe here. With him.

"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I am now."