Chapter 3 - sweater weather

A pair of icy hands clasped together underneath Eric's belly. He jumped slightly, causing his belly to jiggle incessantly.


"Why'd you do that? Your hands are so cold," he whined in protest as his feeder pressed a kiss to his shoulder.


Hannah's lips curled into a smile as she nuzzled the spot between his neck and chest--where his collarbones used to be.


At this obvious display of glee, he huffed defiantly.



"Let me make it up to you, babe," she murmured. The contrast of her warm breath on Eric's neck and freezing cold hands--growing warmer by the minute--kneading around and under his gut made him shiver, goosebumps prickling all over his skin.


A long, low sigh rolled off of Eric's tongue. He couldn't help it, he was already putty in Hannah's hands (in more ways than one). Her thumbs slowly slid up until they ghosted over his plump waist, caressing the upper part of his belly in soothing circles.


"Fine, I guess you can use me as your personal heater. But just this once!"


The way her fingers nearly halted in surprise, then gently dug into his flesh, increasing their rhythm, had him biting his bottom lip to hold back a moan.


"And you have to buy me donuts later."


Hannah's smile widened into a knowing smirk. "I think we can arrange that."