Cold Comfort by Kallie Rose

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I acknowledge Joss Whedon as god of gods. All the characters in this story are his creation, along with Fox, the rest of the Mutant Enemy Crew, and whomever else wants to lay claim to them. I'm merely killing time by putting them in totally unrealistic situations.
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Feedback: Pretty please.
Spoilers: Somewhere around Season 2.
Pairing: Willow/Spike/Angelus

Summary: Willow, Spike and Angelus play strip poker.

Willow struggled with her ski gear, trying to decide if she really wanted one last run down the mountain. Xander and Buffy had long ago admitted defeat and were snuggled in front of a warm fire in the lodge. But she so rarely got to indulge her love of the slopes and just couldn't resist going out for one last run. But one run turned into two, and then three. Now she was debating the merits of a fourth.

Now it was getting late; the sky was a dark blue, the stars just beginning to make their presence known. Snow started to fall softly, covering the tracks behind her as she made her way back up the mountain. Tomorrow they were heading home-this was her last chance. With that thought echoing in her mind, Willow decided to take one last trip down the slopes.

As Willow swooshed through the snow she felt an incredible feeling of joy. Her feet were floating across the snow; she felt like she was lighter than air. She was excited, she was alive in a way she rarely experienced, she was on fire with emotion, she was-lost, she admitted sadly.

The lightly swirling snow had quickly become a full-out storm, obscuring the usually easy-to navigate run. Nothing looked familiar anymore, and between the unfamiliar territory, the increasing darkness and the all-too-thick snow, she had completely lost track of her location. Blindly, panic starting to build in her mind, she searched in vain for a familiar sign.

Just as she was about to give up and admit defeat, she saw a bit of wood, possibly a building. Hope causing her steps to quicken, she reached the structure swiftly and was relieved to find that it was a small cabin. Although it wasn't the lodge, as she had hoped, it was still a shelter. There were no lights on inside, at least as far as she could tell. She approached the door hesitantly, unsure whether she should knock or just barge in. Finally she knocked softly on the door, waiting for a possible response. When none came, she tried the doorknob. Surprisingly enough, the door opened easily, giving a soft screech that seemed to echo throughout the small cabin.

Willow peered in, trying to make sense of the figures she saw inside. In time, she realized that directly in front her left was a large table. As she peered closer, she saw that there was a flashlight on the table. Praying that the owner of the flashlight had thought to keep strong batteries in it, the redhead flicked the switch and the flashlight sprung to life. Willow breathed a sigh of relief, not even realizing until that moment that she had been holding her breath.

As she played the beam of light around the room, she noticed many candles and matches, but no electric lights. This must be some sort of emergency cabin, she thought, probably completely empty and unused until someone needed it. Perhaps some young girl who was out and about in the middle of a snowstorm, she thought wryly.

Saying a silent prayer, she closed the door and set about lighting the candles. They were everywhere, on almost every flat surface of the cabin, and by the time she was through the room glowed with soft yellow light from every corner. There was something oddly peaceful about the scene, and the eerie silence from outside only heightened the unreality of the situation.

The cabin was one large room, sparsely furnished with the table she had noticed earlier, a comfortable-looking couch and matching chair, and a large, soft bed with a down comforter. At least she would be comfortable during her stay.

Willow sat for a bit, reading from a small book left on the table, but eventually she grew tired and dropped off to sleep.

She was awakened by the soft screech of the door opening, accompanied by a sudden cold burst of wind from outside. Good, maybe Buffy and Xander had noticed she was missing and mounted a search party, she thought.

Her eyes opened slowly, still battling asleep, but when she saw who was at the door she was instantly awake and aware. For standing just inside of the doorway were Angelus and Spike.

Willow got up quickly, looking for some avenue of escape. She had to be dreaming. That was it. There was no way that her two worst nightmares could be here when they should be miles and miles away in Sunnydale. There was absolutely no way that they could be here in this cabin, staring at her like she was going to be their dinner.

Should I pinch myself, she wondered. When you're having a dream and you want to prove it's a dream, you pinch yourself, right? Well she pinched herself until she felt a bruise starting to form on her arm. And nope, they were still there. She wasn't dreaming.

Spike looked at Angelus and grinned. "I think she thinks she's still asleep, sire." Then he looked back at Willow and added, "Hey little girl, all you have to do is ask and I'll come over and *prove* to you that you're awake."

Keeping his eyes on Willow, Angelus spoke to Spike: "Close the door before you blow all the candles out, Spike. And it's starting to get cold in here. Why don't you build us up a fire." The words were spoken as a request, but Spike knew that they were really orders. He did as requested, building a nice toasty fire while Willow stayed glued to the corner, huge green eyes watching his every move.

It was Angelus who answered her, his voice cold and mocking, "Sunnydale just wasn't the same without you and your pesky friends. We were bored so we decided to follow you on your little trip."

"Yes, we were," he answered, and although he didn't add them, his tone seemed to be saying, "and what are you going to do about it?"

"So we made a bet, yes, we did," Spike said, finished with the fire and now sauntering over to her side. "Tried to decide who would be foolish enough to go off by themselves first. My money was on the boy. You really disappointed me, Red. Thought you were smarter than that."

"I knew better," Angelus remarked, wandering around the room, investigating every nook and cranny. "I knew you'd get bored with them and just have to go off on your own. You're too much of a free spirit to be cooped up inside like the other two." His survey of the room finished, he came to a stop in front of Willow, in effect preventing any form of escape. Not that she was all that eager to venture out into the cold again.

"So now that you've won your bet, Angelus, perhaps you'd better collect your prize," Spike commented, giving his sire a meaningful look.

"Do you want to know what my prize is, Willow," Angelus purred, seeing the confusion in her eyes.

Willow had a funny feeling that she really did *not* want to know what his prize was, so she held her mouth shut and just looked up at him defiantly.

Angelus grinned and looked at Spike over her head, giving him a cocky wink. While Willow's attention was elsewhere, Spike had slipped up behind her and in an instant he had his cold hands on her arms, leaving her rooted to the spot.

"The prize was a kiss," he told her, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. Before she could move, or even consider the words he'd spoken, his lips were on hers, soft and cool. She sighed involuntarily, and he took her movement as permission, slipping his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. He teased her tongue with his own, tasting her cavern and caressing the roof of her mouth. Willow felt sensations from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, and her knees suddenly felt weak and rubbery. And this was just a casual kiss, she thought to herself. What the heck could he do to me if he was really trying, she wondered?

Finally she pushed him away, scooting out from between the two vampires. "Okay, you got your kiss," she said shakily, backing away from them. "Now you can go on your merry way and leave me alone, right? Please?"

Angelus gave her his best puppy-dog look and whined, "But we're bored," then grinned at Spike, who tried to give her the same look. She wasn't buying it from Angelus, and on Spike it looked even less convincing.

"Nope, not buying it. Now get out," she demanded, stamping her foot angrily. Unfortunately for her, the only result that produced was a sudden burst of laughter from Spike, followed shortly by a similar one courtesy of Angelus.

"C'mon, luv, it's cold out there," Spike reminded her. "'Sides, we'd be lost in a minute if we went outside. Probably wake up as a pile of dust in the morning."

"And what a shame *that* would be," she shot back at him, a small grin gracing her lips.

"Now, now, sweet Willow," Angelus told her, "you are a beautiful young lady, and we are two handsome devils, if I do say so myself, at our sexual peak. Surely there's something we could do *inside* to pass the time, hmm?"

The look he gave her was pure sex, but she wasn't going to let herself be affected. Suddenly she had an idea. "You know, Angelus," she began, "I know just the thing. You two men are in luck!" She led them over to the small table in the middle of the room and sat them down opposite each other.

"It's a time-honored tradition between men and women, dating back more years than I can imagine. It's...CARDS," she exclaimed with a strangled laugh. Willow could tell that she'd surprised them and it amused the heck out of her.

"But luv, we've got no cards," Spike explained to her. He was more than willing to play the game, but if there weren't any cards, well, then it wouldn't take long.

"Yes, there are," she said breathlessly, pulling a small, slightly battered box out of one of her pockets. "See!"

"Okay, so we have cards. But if you want to play, you're going to have to sit down, Willow," Angelus reminded her.

She looked at him hesitantly, then sighed and sat in one of the remaining chairs. He did have a point, I guess, she thought. Besides, if they wanted me dead, they could have killed me a hundred times already. Might as well just try to relax and see what they're up to.

Angelus grabbed the deck and started to shuffle, the cards crackling like the fire behind them. Spike reached back and threw another log into the fireplace. Might as well be comfortable.

"Okay, the game is poker. Spike and I have played once or twice. Are you familiar with the rules Willow," he asked the young girl.

Played a few times my ass, she thought to herself. I bet he invented the game. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well, so he'd just better watch out. "I played it once before at a birthday party," she admitted innocently. "But I don't think I'm that good."

"Don't worry, pet," Spike told her, grinning. "We'll show you everything you need to know. Besides, it's mostly a game of luck anyway."

They had played for what seemed like days, but was probably only about an hour, each of them winning roughly an equal number of hands. After the first dozen games, Angelus had pulled a bottle of whiskey out of one of the cupboards and declared that for each game one of them lost, they would have to take a swig of the colorful liquid.

"But Spike and I are too old," Angelus replied, mimicking her tone. "So between the three of us, it all averages out, right?"

The logic sounded a bit fuzzy to Willow, but finally she gave in and took a swig. The liquid burned a trail down her throat, making her cough and sputter several times. She stared at the two vampires angrily, daring them to make some smart-ass comment.

Before long, she had lost several games and taken several mouthfuls of the fiery liquid. Things were starting to get fuzzy, but fuzzy in a drowsy, comfortable way, so she didn't let it bother her too much. Her mind kept telling her to keep her wits about her, but her wits kept telling her that she was dead meat. If that was all they were going to do, who needed 'em, she thought to herself.

Then when Angelus complained again that he was bored and that the bed looked awfully inviting, Spike took pity on her and suggested that they try playing strip poker. Angelus seemed to be accepting of the idea, and Willow figured that it was better than being thrown on the bed with Angelus, so she acquiesced. Besides, she thought to herself, I have a lot more clothes on than either of them. They'd be naked and shivering in no time!

He *had* to be cheating, she thought. Five games in a row he'd won, and Willow was starting to get nervous. She was still fairly well clothed, but her boots, socks, and most of her accessories lay in a pile beside her seat. Spike, as well, was beginning to run out of clothing. His gleaming white chest was bare, as were his feet. He had cute toes too, she noticed, stifling a giggle.

"Something funny, luv," he asked her. Why was the chit looking at him and giggling, he wondered. She'd better keep her wits about her, or she was soon going to be as naked as he was.

Willow blushed, and then looked back at Angelus, just in time to see him do it. He *was* cheating, she realized. He was dealing off the bottom of the deck. That bastard! Then again, what did she expect? He was a demon, after all. But still, she thought indignantly.

Fine, she decided, two could play at that game. She looked at her cards and noticed that she was only one card away from a flush. That was good, right?

"Just the one? You sure? You wouldn't be trying to bluff me now, would you, little girl," he asked teasingly, peering at her over his handful of cards. He had a 3 of a kind and was relatively sure that whatever she had, she wouldn't be able to beat that. The cards had been against her for most of the evening, for some strange reason. Strange indeed, he thought, grinning to himself.

"Just the one should do it," she answered back to him. As he slid her the card, she drew upon her magic, changing the card from the ace of spades to the five of diamonds. Under normal circumstances she would never stoop so low as to use magic for something like this, but the age-old adage about 'cheating a cheater' kept running through her head. I'll show him he can't mess around with me, she thought angrily.

She laid down her hand, a flush, and watched his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Then he put down his cards, 3 of a kind. Certainly a respectable hand, but it definitely wouldn't beat a flush. She grinned at Angelus triumphantly, motioning for him to lose an article of clothing. He gave her a dirty look before divested himself of his black silk shirt.

Willow's eyes were riveted to his muscular chest, watching the muscles play beneath the skin as he stretched and yawned. He was beautiful, and he knew it. He used that beauty to his own advantage, hoping that it would cloud her mind and force her to lose concentration. But instead, it only made her more determined.

Willow won the next three hands, cheating each and every time. Angelus was cheating too, but she was better at it, she told herself smugly. Before long both vampires were wearing only their pants. The redhead wondered if either of them was wearing underwear. She'd heard that some guys liked to 'go commando' as Xander called it. Guess I'll be finding out soon enough, she thought.

Then came the moment she both anticipated and feared. She knew she had the winning hand, and all that remained was for her to prove it. She put her cards down on the table, her full house beating both Spike's and Angelus' pairs easily. But as Angelus began to undo the buttons on his pants, Spike's angry voice stopped him.

"Bloody hell, little witch is cheating! I don't know how she's doin' it, but she is."

"Look at my cards, mate. Then look at hers," he instructed, appealing to Angelus. Sure enough, the evidence was there to see. Willow's hand contained the queen of hearts, and so did Spike's.

"But, but that doesn't mean I was cheating. He could have been cheating. Or-or maybe there's an extra queen of hearts in the deck. Yes, that must be it," she babbled on, embarrassed and terrified now that she'd been caught.

"Somebody needs to be punished," crooned Angelus in a sing-song voice. "You've been a very bad girl, Willow. First cheating, and now trying to blame it on Spike. What are we going to do with you," he wondered, hands on his hips, a cruel smile on his lips.

Caught! Fine, they may have caught her, but she wasn't going to suffer for this alone. "Okay," she confessed, "I might have cheated, just a teeny tiny bit." Both vampires looked at her in surprise. "But I only started cheating because I saw *him* do it first," she exclaimed triumphantly, pointing the finger at Angelus.

How the hell had she known, he wondered. He had been extremely careful. She must be unusually observant. Very interesting.

"It's not very nice to accuse someone else of cheating, little girl," he said, getting up and towering over her still-sitting form.

"Bloody hell," Spike yelled in disgust. "Was I the only one playing a fair game here? Because if I was, then you two are in a hell of a lot of trouble."

"What can I say, Spike, I can't stand to lose," Angelus replied, smirking at the blond vampire.

"Well it looks like there are two people in this room who need to be punished," Spike growled, looking from Angelus to Willow. "What the hell am I going to do with you two?"

Angelus sauntered over to the younger vampire, his eyes on the girl all the while. He bent low and whispered seductively into Spike's ear, "I think she deserves a spanking, don't you?"

Willow gasped, eyes going wide as she calculated the distance to the door and her possibilities of getting there unharmed. Then the realization that she was dressed only in the flimsiest of shirts and leggings reminded her that if she went outside she would surely die of exposure long before she found other shelter. Fine, if that was what they wanted, then she'd play their game. But she wasn't the only one who was going to be punished.

"Only if you do the spanking, little one," Angelus replied, walking to stand behind her still-seated form. He placed his hands on her shoulders, nuzzling her neck and running his fingers through her ruby tresses.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're going to enjoy that way too much," she muttered, turning her head to look back into his soft brown eyes.

"Enough with the chit chat, you two," Spike spoke angrily, bringing their eyes and their attention back to him. "Ladies first, I always like to say, so let's get this started." He pushed away from the table and walked over to the large bed, sitting down on the edge and motioning for Willow to come and join him.

Legs feeling weak and full of lead, she made the short trip to the bed. Angelus followed behind her, watching the sway of her sweet body as she moved. Willow sat down next to Spike, then squealed in surprise as he grabbed her and pulled her over his lap, face down, the blood rushing to her head. She heard him laugh, delighting and reveling in her reaction. Then, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she felt his hands on the waistband of her leggings and underwear, pulling them down and away, leaving her soft bottom bare and exposed.

"Well how the hell am I supposed to give a decent spanking with all those damn layers of clothes, you silly twit?"

"But-but I would never have..." she hesitated, not sure exactly how she was planning on ending the sentence. Spike's fingers were tracing gentle circles on her upper thighs, making any coherent thought almost impossible to form. And the alcohol she had consumed earlier certainly wasn't making matters any easier, she thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought to herself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you would never have blah blah blah," Spike mocked, tired of her attempts to waste time. "Here we go, Red. I'm thinking 15 swats, since you've been such a bad, bad girl. That sound about right to you, sire," he asked, looking up at Angelus for approval.

The elder vampire merely smiled, eyes too busy taking in the little redhead's torment to bother to reply. She was squirming deliciously, almost dancing on his childe's lap. And the punishment hadn't even begun yet. This was going to be a joy to watch, he thought to himself.

As the first blow fell, Willow shrieked, trying desperately to extricate herself from Spike's lap. It wasn't so much the force of the blow that bothered her, she'd felt worse. But those other times she'd been a child being punished. This time, there was a distinctly sensual feel to the blow, and that was what bothered her most.

Spike's arm, pressed solidly against her lower back, held her in a rock-solid grip, allowing her no opportunity to move. When her hands flew behind her, trying to protect herself from further blows, Angelus moved down to her side, catching both of her tiny hands in one of his and holding them away from trouble.

"Thanks mate," Spike said, giving Angelus a wink. Angelus merely smiled back at him.

Fine, thought Willow. They were ganging up on her. But that didn't mean that she had to give them the satisfaction of a response. She closed her eyes and willed her body to be still, trying not to react to the stinging hits she endured.

"Ten," she heard Spike say from a distance, as though she were elsewhere watching this happen to someone else. Two-thirds of the way there, she thought. I can do this.

"Open your eyes, little one," she heard Angelus demand, his hand on her chin, lifting it to meet his eyes. She refused, and he gripped harder, pain flooding her jaw. Her eyes flew open, green emeralds flashing against her soft white skin. They connected with his chocolate brown orbs and she saw the desire burning deep in their depths. She remembered his kiss earlier and was suddenly scared. What was this all leading to?

"Fifteen," Spike finished, resting his hand casually on her ass, tracing lines around the red marks his hands had left. Suddenly Willow was back in her own body, feeling the heat and the pain of the blows again, that wonderful feeling of disconnection regretfully gone.

No longer held in place, Willow scrambled to her feet, suddenly feeling awkward and self-conscious. She quickly pulled her clothes back on in embarrassment, unable to meet either of her companion's eyes.

Suddenly Angelus was beside her, his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him. How does he do that, she thought in frustration. She never heard him move; he was just suddenly there.

Spike noticed her hesitation and was afraid that she might not live up to her end of the agreement. And he *definitely* wanted to see Angelus get what was coming to him. Maybe he'd just have to push her along a little.

"I don't know, Sire, she looks awfully nervous. Maybe the whole thing is just too much for her. She's just a little girl, after all."

Little girl? Little girl! She fumed silently, glaring at both vampires. Who the hell was he to be calling her a little girl? She'd show him. She'd show them both. She could do this, damn right she could.

She pointed at Angelus, finger shaking with suppressed fury. "You. On the bed," she commanded. "Now!" she added, as he looked at her in amusement. Still smiling, he made his way to the bed, unbuttoned his pants, and laid down on his stomach.

Willow, slightly unnerved by his easy acquiescence, walked over and sat down next to his casually sprawled body and tried to figure out what to do now. Oh god, I have to touch him. How do I do this, she thought frantically. Then, channeling her earlier anger, she said 'to hell with it' and just did it. Her hands reached out and slid his pants down, eyes widening at the sight of his beautiful ass. Well I guess that answers my question from earlier. Vampires go commando. Well, at least this one does.

The skin was white and pure, begging to be touched. She stared, transfixed. Suddenly she felt the need to mar his perfection. She raised her hand, and without any warning she brought it down on his ass, the sound making a sharp crack. His head jerked in surprise, not only from the lack of warning, but also because of the force she had managed to put behind the action. He found it hard to believe that such a small hand could produce such a strong blow.

Oh god, I did it, she thought to herself in surprise. And it felt *good*. Her hand tingled still, but not unpleasantly. She noticed the area where her hand had connected and saw that the skin had reddened slightly. Suddenly she wanted it all to look that color. Again and again the blows rained down, Willow concentrating on nothing except how good it felt to rid herself of all her frustrations.

Then she felt a hand curl itself around her wrist, stopping her. She looked up to see Spike standing next to her, the words, "that's enough, Pet," ringing in her ears.

"Fifteen? Already?" She heard the disappointment in her voice and shuddered to imagine what they must think of her.

"Enjoyed yourself, did you?" Angelus was sitting, looking at her with questioning eyes.

"Sorry," she murmured, looking down guiltily. "Guess I just got a little caught up in-well, everything."

Spike sat down next to her and she found herself surrounded. A vampire sandwich, she thought inanely, giggling a little.

"You didn't hear me complaining," Angelus reminded her, amusement dancing in those beautiful dark eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently down onto the bed. Then he reclined alongside her, propping up on his elbow to look down at her.

As if in slow motion, Willow saw his face come closer and closer to hers. Lust had replaced amusement in his eyes. Finally, his lips a hairsbreadth above hers, he whispered the words, "did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," she answered, the words barely a whisper. She wasn't sure if she was more shocked that she *had* enjoyed it, or that she was actually admitting it.

Angelus grinned, and then his lips met hers in a sweet, surprisingly tender kiss. His lips teased hers, encouraging her to open up to him. She complied, and as her reward she received pleasure that she could never have imagined coming from a simple kiss. Her lips were on fire, her cheeks aflame, and sensations of pure pleasure licked her body from all directions.

Suddenly she heard the words, "You're wearing entirely too many clothes," and she knew that Spike had come up next to her to help her with her "problem." She knew she should be terrified, but instead of being afraid, she felt calm and relaxed. Somehow she knew they wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't do anything except give her pleasure. Of course, the rational side of her brain was sending a 9-1-1 to the other side of her brain telling her to get the hell away from them, but the other side of her brain had decided to ignore the rational side. It had its way plenty of times...now it was her turn!

So instead of fleeing out into the night, she turned back to face Spike and helped him rid her of her shirt, and then her pants. Soon she was lying naked between them. Angelus reached for her again, his cool hands running softly over her arms, down her legs, caressing her feet. He tickled her gently, smiling as she giggled.

He stood quickly and divested himself of his clothes, settling back comfortably next to her. Their lips met again, the kiss causing shivers to run up and down her spine. She buried her hands in his hair, feeling the sharp, spikey tendrils between her fingers. Then he shifted, his head at the junction of her legs, lips licking softly at her belly button. She sighed, and then opened her legs in invitation. Never one to be impolite, Angelus took her up on her offer and before she knew it, his tongue was lapping at her entrance. He teased her lips, darting here and there until Willow was ready to growl in frustration.

Sensing her impatience, as well as her readiness, Angelus decided to give her what they both wanted. Excruciatingly slowly, he brought the head of his cock to her entrance. Slowly, gently, he pushed into her, loving the look in her eyes as she felt the length and width of him. He stayed there a minute, letting her adjust to the intrusion.

Willow closed her eyes, sensations overwhelming her. The incredible feeling of fullness amazed her. She had never felt anything like this before. Then he began to move, pulling back until he was almost out, then pushing back in until he could go no farther. She moaned softly, trying to convey with her eyes and voice how deeply she felt him.

Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her stomach and realized that Spike was joining the game. She looked over at his mocking blue eyes and sighed, knowing that they meant to take her to the edge of pleasure together.

Spike's hands traced a path up to her breasts, and then he replaced his fingers with his lips and teeth, licking and biting her softly in conjunction with Angelus' thrusts. Willow's nipples hardened to little knobs, so tight they were almost painful. She could feel herself on the precipice, all she needed was a little more and she would be over the edge.

Angelus, sensing how close she was, sped up his thrusts, their pelvises jolting together with each plunge. Willow's orgasm rippled over her in waves, as Angelus enjoyed his release as well, spilling himself into her warm, soft body.

Finally, drained and exhausted, Willow fell into a deep sleep, her head rested comfortably on Angelus' chest, his arm holding her to him. Spike looked bitterly at the redhead and his sire and realized that once again he was on his own. He finished his work with a sigh, and then relaxed next to the other two, sleep claiming him as well.

As Willow woke she could see the sunshine spilling in underneath the closed curtains. She yawned, stretched, and took stock of her surroundings. All she saw was one large bed, empty of occupants except for her. Had she dreamed the whole thing? Then she stretched again, and her aching muscles reminded her of every minute of last night's adventure. No, it definitely hadn't been a dream.

She didn't understand why she was still alive, but she was grateful that she was. She bundled back up, left the cabin, and slowly made her way back to the lodge and her friends.

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Cold Comfort

by Kallie Rose

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