[attr="class","inside1"]She'd prepared for the cold, but she hadn't prepared well enough. By some grace of God she'd gotten deep enough within the mountains to hold the warmth of her fires without them suffocating (or her), but she'd had to pull a Leonardo DiCaprio and clothe herself in her dinner just to remain alive that first night. Yes, it had been disgusting. Yes, it got in her hair. No, she still wasn't 100% certain she'd washed it all off.[break][break]

Since then, she'd grown a little wiser, but those first few days sucked so hard. Now she looked like the nomad she was, donning the pelts of several species. By far her most prized possession (after her rifle) was the tiger-thing's skin - large enough to clothe her completely and warm enough to withstand the frigid temperatures, even at night. How the creatures did it was completely beyond her, and she wasn't stupid enough to actually go outside at night, because she still had to, y'know, breathe on her own, and her lungs weren't up to par, she was damn certain of it. That and she didn't have anything to cover her face or hands, and those were sort of important to living. [break][break]

Currently, it was mid-day, and Farrah was forced to go out in search of food. It was, of course, very scarce, which meant she had a limited window to sweep as much ground as she could and hope something was out doing the same thing. The snow was up to her knees, and despite the tiger pelt, leather pants, and biker's boots, it wasn't long before she couldn't feel her feet. Biker's boots did not snow boots make, and she was growing concerned she was going to have frostbite. Let's be honest, it wasn't a question of whether or not she got it, but rather how bad it was going to be. She would turn around right now if she wasn't going on three days without eating. There was an endless supply of water, thankfully, but things were going to get ugly if she didn't eat soon, if only because she was hangry as all hell.[break][break]

She was trudging slowly (it was a little hard to go anywhere quickly in this snow), but she still startled something from its hiding place. The creature - looking something like a large hare - bounded across the frosty ground. Farrah took quick aim, sighting down the barrel of her rifle, and pulled the trigger. The animal made a horrific screech that echoed off the mountain, a tangle of feet as it thrashed in the snow before it eventually succumbed to blood loss. Flinching because it should've been a cleaner shot than that, the nomad made her way forward to collect dinner, hunger finally weighing her down since the promise of food was so close.

[attr="class","inside1"]It had taken Farrah some time to get used to the unnatural colors of blood some creatures on this planet had, but just because she was used to it didn't mean she liked it. She grimaced as she crouched over the hare, a little nauseated by the greenish tint its death left on the snow. She wondered how unhealthy eating these things was, but pushed it aside like she did every other time. Food was essential; if she didn't eat it, she'd die a lot faster than if she did. Damned if she did (maybe), damned if she didn't.[break][break]

Just as she was unsheathing her knife to gut the animal, a very familiar, very hormone-spiking voice sounded behind her. Farrah froze, smirking to herself even though part of her remembered hating this man and how she didn't cook for anyone. To be fair, her hanger was pointing that out. There was enough for a couple of nice meals here, but now she'd have to actually ration. They could still both eat, if they didn't allow themselves to get full. She sighed at the thought. "I was looking forward to not having to ration for once," she replied honestly, though her tone wasn't malignant in any way.[break][break]

Standing, she twisted toward Logan, only remembering then that the Occisor pelt obscured her form completely. Its fangs hung at her temples, and while she was mildly concerned about blinding herself on one of them, they kept the skin draped over her head rather than allowing it to slip down over the back of her neck. The legs were tied around her arms and legs with slivers of skins from other animals. So... "How'd you know it was me?" she questioned, tipping her head slightly to the side.[break][break]

It was pretty annoying when actually looking at him caused a wave of heat to wash over her, but was also kind of welcome in this frosty atmosphere. She had to run her tongue along the inside of her teeth to keep herself from trying to kiss him out here, even though he could probably use the added body heat. He did not look warm enough. Eyeing him for a second, Farrah returned to her kill and cleaned it, dragging her blade through the snow to wash it before returning it to its scabbard. Since the skin might come in handy, she left it on the animal. "Here, carry this back. It'll keep your hands warm," she offered, thrusting it at Logan. She'd been looking forward to the warmth, but he needed it a hell of a lot more than she did. [break][break]

Because getting inside before nightfall was more important than properly greeting him right now, she avoided touching him. The only indication that she was actually happy to see him was the the slight change in her expression and the length of time she looked at his rosy face. He looked like he probably had windburn, but it might just be the cold. Giving him a final glance, Farrah started back to mountain, expecting Logan to fall in stride.[break][break]

By the time they reached it, she'd lost sensation all the way up to mid-calf. She was mildly terrified to look at her feet, but she could ignore this problem by focusing entirely on all the good things that having Logan nearby would bring. Which was a hilarious thought considering how much they'd loathed each other just months ago. Taking the shortly winding tunnel in to the widest part which she'd obviously inhabited, Farrah got as close to the fire as she dared. She needed to take the boots off, but she had a feeling that was going to be very painful if she didn't get a little warm first. As the flames started to do their job, she hissed in a breath. Pushing her hood off, she looked over her shoulder at Logan. "I might not have toes after that little adventure," she whined, but was reaching for him even before the sentence was complete.

[attr="class","inside1"]"Alright smartass, y'know what," she retorted, eyeing him. "I meant just once." He knew what it was like to nearly starve yourself, and how great of a day it was when you could actually leave the table feeling full. It was a rare occurrence on Earth, and Farrah had made it a point to actually feed herself well on this planet, since she didn't have anyone else that needed a piece of the pie. Except, apparently, Logan.[break][break]

She snorted at his comment and smirked, but turned back to her task quickly so he hopefully wouldn't see the blood rushing to her cheeks. Shit, did she really smell? She didn't think so... she'd washed herself pretty well yesterday. Wait, was that yesterday? Oh God...[break][break]

Because her brain was really good at working against her, Farrah worried about this the entire way back to her camp. It would have done her cardiovascular system some good to chill the hell out and not give a damn how she smelled, but it mattered when it came to the man walking beside her. Damn him, making her worry like this. [break][break]

The thoughts derailed when he pulled her close, and instead of smirking she just closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. He wasn't holding her that tight, which probably meant he was worried about hurting her. Sweet man (even though he'd told her she smelled not half an hour ago). "If I did that there wouldn't be room for my feet," she whined, definitely having thought of it when the Freeze first hit. The socks she had for wearing with the boots were kind of padded, but not nearly enough. She needed to figure something out. "It would be fun to be catered to, though," she teased, smiling against his chest.[break][break]

Some part of her was seriously concerned she was making fool out of herself showing him this part of her again, and she internally chastised her mind for making her worry about having exactly what she wanted. She'd been so anxious over this reunion, because she'd partially expected him to revert back to his old ways, and then she'd have to figure out a way to tamp down the thrill the sight of him gave her and act like she hated him all over again. Although, okay really, it probably wouldn't be that hard because she would hate him for making her feel something and then tearing it all away.[break][break]

Shutting off her subconscious, Farrah tipped her chin up to brush her lips lightly against Logan's throat. It was the "I missed you" neither of them were going to voice, and if they weren't both so bundled up her hand would already be up his shirt to check his cuts. Just then, her stomach growled insistently, so with a grimace she pulled away. "Let's get our food cooking so we don't die of starvation before we get to enjoy each other," she partially grumbled, though her lips flicked into a smirk.

[attr="class","inside"]She made a pained groan against his chest at the innuendo, her body remembering exactly how it felt for Logan to "cater" to her. She remained against him a moment, thinking back to the river... where they began. The reminder pushed away her insecurities of opening up to him this time. He wasn't Rex; he'd already had plenty of chances to leave her behind and had stuck with her instead.[break][break]

Going to the mundane task of preparing their food put her thoughts on ice for a little bit, but she still kept sneaking peeks at Logan during the process, appreciating that he was helping. Despite them both being very used to doing all the work themselves, they worked together like a machine that perhaps just needed the oil changed. Well, with only a few hiccups. Farrah smiled to herself.[break][break]

When all was said and done, they stood by the fire, watching the glames dance with the meat. She was a little lost in thought, so when he reached for her hand she jerked before settling into it. At the tug, she settled easily between his legs and leaned against his chest, as if they hadn't just spent the past months apart and did this every day. He kept hold of her hand, so her arm was resting over her midsection while the other rested on his knee. Her name sounded weird when it fell from his mouth, so she started turning her head toward him, but once he continued she rested again and kept her eyes, unseeing, somewhere on the ground. [break][break]

I was going crazy looking for you. [break][break]

She would've thought she'd imagined it if he hadn't kept going. Even still, her mind spun and tried to figure out how she fell asleep and had such a realistic dream. What was that she thought earlier, about them never saying they missed each other? The apparent word-vomit he'd just had went far beyond that. Brow scrunching, she reached back with her free hand to anchor it at his nape, and turned her head to try and look at him. He was looking straight ahead, probably somewhat embarrassed at having revealed everything he just did. But hey, if he said all that...[break][break]

"I missed you too..," she said, so softly that if he hadn't been right there he wouldn't have heard it. She felt heat rush to her face, which never happened, but she refused to let herself look away.

[attr="class","inside"]Inhaling deeply, her eyes dropped to Logan's lips. God, she wanted to kiss him. She felt her muscles wind so tightly around her bones it hurt, because if she made a single move toward him it would be game over. While her rib was probably (maybe) up to it, Farrah's stomach definitely wasn't. They needed to eat before they tested just how long two people could survive in this season on each other's body heat alone.[break][break]

Because she was so focused, the sudden tightening around her middle startled her; she drew in a quick breath. He looked back to the fire - that was probably a good thing. Nibbling her lower lip, she eventually did the same. Her jaw clenched as the force he was displaying reminded her of their first encounter... Not the one where they'd hated each other, but the one where they let that façade break in favor of the true emotion that lied beneath. She shivered minutely against him, even though she was plenty warm. [break][break]

To distract herself (and make every touch a little less... tingly), she lifted the hand that was entwined with Logan's, and brought her other down from his neck so she could toy with his fingers. Turning his hand over in hers, she traced a finger over the lines in his palms. Ava had tried teaching her what they all meant, but Farrah had never really been able to grasp it. She wondered what his meant.[break][break]

Turning it again, she bent and flexed his fingers, watching the tendons move under the surface and wondering how so much strength could be conveyed in a single appendage. It worked, though.. somehow. [break][break]

Unmoving, Farrah's gaze shifted to the meat, because the cave was starting to smell delicious. "I think it's time to turn it," she said, and extricated herself from his grasp. She almost bent to peck him on the lips before walking away, but stopped herself, a look of determination on her face. Her struggle was extremely obvious, she was sure. Embarrassing.[break][break]

Mind on the task at hand. Okay, yes. Rolling her eyes at herself, she turned the spit so the meat was now cooking on the other side. Her mouth watered, and her stomach started turning itself in knots, reminding her just how hungry she was. "I don't remember when I ate last," she admitted, though she was pretty certain that she'd had that answer before she'd run into him.

[attr="class","inside"]She felt - rather than saw - Logan come to a stand and get fractionally closer to her. Every cell in her body was tuned to his frequency, and she had to stare intently at the fire not to immediately go to him. Good god, this was pathetic. [break][break]

Grumbling, his words finally got her to look. "Me too," she breathed hotly, and she could tell he was trying to smile but desperately failed. Subconsciously, her hand went to feel over her rib. It didn't hurt anymore unless she really pushed on it.... Maybe it was ready for what he was about to dish out. Her mouth started to water., and it had nothing to do with the food.[break][break]

His pacing wasn't helping the situation; she had to tap her foot to the tempo he was creating, just to keep still. Her gaze had returned to their meal, but now flicked over her shoulder to watch him. He looked like a caged animal, ready to snap its lead and attack the nearest living thing. Which was her.[break][break]

With a shiver, Farrah abruptly put a hand on the spit. "Food's ready," she croaked, even though she knew the center would still be raw. That was fine; they could eat the smaller stuff and save the largest pieces for the next couple of days. That way when they reheated it, it wouldn't become dry and tough.[break][break]

Leaning the stake against the stone, she hovered a hand over the hare to determine if it was cool enough to touch. It needed a minute to cool down, but if she told Logan that, they wouldn't be eating.. so she stayed there, crouched and staring at the meat, willing it to be edible. Maybe thirty seconds later, she was done waiting and reached for a hind leg. It stung the palm of her hand, but after how cold the rest of the planet was, she didn't really mind. Pulling it from the carcass, she held it up for Logan. "Ladies first," she beckoned, smirking.

[attr="class","inside"]"That part is," she hedged, smirking minutely because she knew he knew she was rushing... even though this meal was what she'd been looking forward to for the past.... few days. It was amazing she even had the energy to flirt with him, considering how hungry she was. Tearing off the other leg for herself, she sat cross-legged and held the meat in her palms. Her stomach grumbled, and it smelled so fucking good... but she needed to take her time, or eating wasn't going to register with her brain and then they'd be back at square one. Taking a deep inhale, Farrah let the breath out slowly, eyes going to Logan. "Bon appetit," she winked, and took a bite.[break][break]

Sweet Jesus, that was delicious. She immediately went for a second bite, even though it was hot and burnt her tongue. She was ravenous, but... Slow down, she ordered herself, and pulled the leg away from her mouth. Chewing, her gaze flicked to Logan again - who was full-on staring at her. Acutely aware of him, Farrah smiled mischievously. He'd let her eat, because he was a good man. But she was not a good woman, so she was going to draw this out.[break][break]

Her next bite was smaller, and her mouth worked the meat over longer. A certain someone didn't say anything, but she could feel his tension. Chuckling to herself, she finished her meal this way, peeking at him every few nibbles. The closer she got to the end, the more he looked like a linebacker.[break][break]

Keeping her eyes on him - a silent order to stay - Farrah inched away to dip her hands in the water she kept in a hollowed-out stone. There wasn't much left, but it was enough to get the juices off her fingers. She probably wouldn't have bothered with this step, but it was one more thing to drive Logan crazy, so why the hell not. "Come wash-," she started, turning as she flicked her hands to get the water off. How he got where he was, she'd never be sure, but she wasn't able to finish the sentence because, out of nowhere, his mouth was on hers and his hands were in her hair.