Prompt: Day 12: Blizzard or Heatwave + Alternate #16: Fireplace
Characters: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader
Word Count: <1.8K
Content Warning: 18+ (MDNI), smut, established relationship, use of pet names, porn with (some?) plot, fingering, praise.
A/N: Only my third published attempt at smut, advice and constructive criticism welcome. Please and thank you.
A/N 2: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Event and prompts by @flufftober. Written and edited on my phone; any and all mistakes are my own.
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Some days you like living alone—the quiet, the freedom, not having to worry about anyone else. But days like today are miserable.
The electricity in the small home was knocked out by the blizzard actively raging outside, the temperature quickly dropping inside. It's just your luck you live on the outskirts of Knockemstiff, no one around for miles to help even if you wanted it.
You drag yourself out of the warm comfort of bed, bundling up with layers of sweaters, scarves, and a jacket, and make your way outside the little home to the storage shed where you keep the firewood.
By the time enough firewood has been brought inside and placed near the brick fireplace, you’re completely soaked and shivering. It feels almost as if icicles are dangling from your nose.
The fire thankfully starts quickly, and you return to the small bedroom to peel the soaked clothing off. Changing into a thick knit sweater and sweatpants, wrapping yourself inside a big blanket, you plop down ungracefully on the couch in front of the fireplace.
Shivers still rack through your body when a knock is suddenly heard at the front door. You groan and stand, padding over to the door.
You open the door, careful to not lose the blanket in the process, to reveal none other than the Sheriff himself, hat perched on his head with a dusting of snow, his leather jacket the only thing keeping him warm in the frigid weather. The look on his face changes subtly from his usually stoic expression to one with a small sense of relief, the muscles in his jaw visibly relaxing.
“L-Lee!” you stutter, a smile spreading on your face. You step aside quickly and let him in, shutting the door behind him before the snow itself blows inside from the harsh wind. He looks around, seemingly noticing the cold temperature of the room before his gaze lands on the fire blazing in the living room.
“Hey, darlin’,” he greets, eyes now on you. “I tried callin’ but couldn’t reach you. Thought I’d come out here and check on you.”
His eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of you, still shivering and completely wrapped in a blanket like a human burrito, causing the crease in his brow to deepen. “Baby, are you cold?” His hands reach out and carefully wipe some melted snowflakes from your cheek. His hands are warm and rough on your skin, and you instinctively lean into his touch.
“Power’s out. I just barely got a fire going.”
He sighs, concern now written all over his face. “I should’ve been here sooner, I’m sorry. Deputy Hannigan had a little incident at the station." He waves his hand in dismissal, promptly removing his hat and jacket and hanging them on the coat rack. Hannigan was always getting into trouble. “You shouldn’t be outside alone in this weather. C’mon,let’s warm you up.” He wraps a strong arm around your bundled up shoulders and guides you back to the couch, leaving absolutely no room to argue—not that you would.
Once you're both seated, you adjust the blanket so you’re both under it comfortably. One of Lee’s arms drape over your shoulders, pulling you into him. Your head rests on his chest, a hand on his soft belly, as his other hand lands on your curled up legs. His body heat slowly seeps through the fabric of his clothes, providing a comfortable warmth in addition to the blanket and the fire.
“You don’t have to do everything yourself, you know,” he says, voice low. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”
The two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the wind blowing harshly outside. His large hands gently rub your arms and legs in an attempt to help warm you up. Your eyes drifting closed, as his lips gently brush your temple.
As shivers slowly begin to die down, you realize you can smell the scent of his cologne on his white shirt, something warm and woodsy, mixed with the faint smell of coffee. A small contented hum escapes your lips, causing him to smirk.
“Feeling better?” he asks softly.
“A little,” you hum, smiling softly and snuggling into him a bit further.
He chuckles, shifting slightly on the couch as he caresses your thigh, his rough palms catching on the fabric of your sweatpants. His hand around your shoulder pulls you impossibly closer to him as he presses a kiss to your still damp hair.
“Y’know,” he drawls, finally breaking the silence. “They say body heat does wonders when tryin’ to warm up.”
Your brows furrow, mind wandering. Is he suggesting what you think he is? He must, because the grip on your thigh becomes just the slightest bit firmer as he massages the muscle and kneads slowly.
A sigh slips out involuntarily, a smirk forming on his lips as your legs instinctively open a little wider for him.
“That’s it, darlin’. Just relax. Such a good girl for me.”
He continues massaging your leg, moving slowly until his thumb strokes the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches at the sensation, heat pooling low in your gut.
“Lee…”
He doesn’t say word, simply continuing slowly up your thigh until his thumb is just shy of where you’re already aching. Your pulse jumps and a sigh escapes again, your breath becoming ragged.
His name slips from between your lips again, quickly turning into a gasp and small whine just as his knuckles brush your core through the fabric of your sweatpants.
“Shh, darlin’, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He shifts his position on the couch and pulls you effortlessly onto his lap, blanket falling to the floor forgotten. His chest is warm against you, soft belly fitting perfectly in the dip of your back as his breath hot across your neck makes you shiver.
Lee’s large hand trails back up your thigh, squeezing gently until he reaches your core, rubbing gentle circles against the fabric of your sweatpants, while his other arm rests lazily across your middle to hold you in place.
Your head tilts back and lands on his shoulder. He watches your face, licking his lips completely enraptured as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“God, baby, you’re so beautiful, y’know that? So willing f’me. You gonna let me take care of you?”
You nod quickly, lips parted as your brows furrow in pleasure. “Yes, please, Lee.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. His hand slips under the waistband, finding your completely bare cunt under the sweats, already soaking wet.
“Oh, darlin’. No panties?” he grins and places a feather-light kiss to the tip of your nose, two thick fingers sliding through your wet folds, spreading you open. “And already so wet for me?”
You bite your lip and nod, your pulse racing.
“You sweet thing,” he mumbles, eyes locked on yours as a callused finger teases your aching clit, pulling a delicious whimper from your throat. He groans at the sound.
“Fuck, Lee, I need you. Please,” you plead.
Lee shakes his head in disbelief, eyes roaming down your body to where his hand hides inside your pants before meeting your gaze again. “You beg so sweetly, too. Such a good girl. How can I possibly deny you?”
Without warning, he slips a single digit inside your cunt, curling it just right. You gasp, back arching into him, and he can’t help but grin as he watches your face contort with pleasure.
He begins to pump slowly, wanting to prolong your pleasure before quickly adding a second thick finger and making you gasp again. You clench around him, the sensation of his rough digits dragging against the sensitive walls only adding to the sensation.
The fabric of your sweater lifts up, exposing a sliver of soft skin underneath. His free hand takes the new opportunity to gently caress it until it slides completely under the fabric, warm palm splayed across your stomach.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he murmurs against your ear as you buck your hips into his hands. “You’re so fucking perfect.” The heel of his palm presses into your clit, relieving some of the ache.
The wood in the fireplace crackles, accompanied by your moans and the squelching sound of Lee’s fingers tucked deep inside your wet cunt, slowly pumping in and out.
“Lee, please,” you whimper. His lips leave soft kisses anywhere he can reach as your back arches, your head pressing further into his shoulder.
“Gotta keep you warm, baby. Can’t have you freezing when I’m right here,” he mumbles against your skin.
He curls his fingers again, finding the wonderful, spongy spot that drives you wild, and begins picking up speed.
You moan his name again, one hand on his forearm while the other reaches back to bury into his short hair. Your hips buck again involuntarily meeting his movements.
“Yes, baby, that’s it.”
Pressure is building quickly in your gut, both his hands working together beautifully, and you can feel your walls beginning to tighten around him.
Lee kisses your soft cheek again before pulling away again to watch your face.
“Lee, I’m—“
“Cum for me, darlin’. I wanna feel you cum on my fingers,” he rasps.
A few more strokes and you’re falling apart, a loud, gasping moan tearing from you throat as your walls clench around him, pleasure coursing through your body. Lee’s eyes don’t leave your face as you fight to keep your eyes open.
A few moments pass before you go limp on his lap. “Good girl,” he mumbles, kissing you softly. You’re panting heavily, the aftershocks of your orgasm coursing through you. “That’s my good girl.”
He removes his fingers slowly from inside you, the empty feeling leaving you wanting more. You squirm a little, mouth agape as you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean. He hums with appreciation. “So sweet, baby.”
You can’t help but smile lazily. “I don’t think I’m cold anymore.”
“Good,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. “Then I guess you don’t need me to do anything else?”
A small giggle escapes before you can stop it. “I didn’t say that,” you tease. You can feel him smirk against your neck.
Lee doesn’t say another word as he carefully removes you from his lap and stands from the couch, turning to face you. He offers a hand, eyebrow cocked in a silent question.
You grin and take his hand, already beyond ready for more.
“The trees are leafless and the flowers have died, taking all colour with them. The days grow short, the nights cold, the skies a gloomy grey- but then, one dark winter’s day, the first snowflakes flicker down, and they fall and fall until the world is transformed, gleaming, silent, magical.”
—Susan Cooper in the Preface for “Winter: a Folio Anthology” edited by Sue Bradbury
This was the perfect way to kick the year off. It was so cozy and sweet and it was a something that I just wanted to get lost in, especially with the way 2026 has started. I loved that Luke and André reconnected at their friend’s wedding. And I loved that the wedding couple kept nudging them together at every turn. I also loved that these two had been smitten with each other years before (separated by circumstances out of their control) and the second they were back in each other’s orbit, they realized their feelings had never really gone away. Honestly, this was the absolute sweetest and coziest thing ever and it’s getting four stars!
