He pulled her up to her feet. Her legs were unsteady from kneeling in the cold grass for so long and he caught her with one arm while the other found her thigh, lifting it, raising her leg up to his hip.
She gripped his shoulder for balance, her fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. He pushed in slowly.
"Oh," she said.
Her head dropped against his shoulder, her breath fogging against his jacket. Her body was still cold from standing exposed under the tree but it was already registering something hot working its way through that cold.
'It's freezing out here,' she thought. 'But the second he's inside me none of that matters. Like my body just decided the cold is somebody else's problem now.'
He started slow, his hands gripping her hip and waist, finding the rhythm against the chill of the night air.
Above them the branches shifted in a gust of wind and somewhere far off a car horn sounded once and faded into nothing.
Ta. Ta. Ta.
