"You smell like a closet," he said.

"Oh shut up, you know you've missed me," she replied, playfully.

"I don't know... I don't think this is a good idea." There was hesitation in his voice.

"I think you'll change your mind in a minute." Her reply was coy, and inviting. She wrapped her arms around him, and he let out a long sigh.

"This does feel good," he said, pulling her closer.

"I've missed you," she said, wrapping him up tighter.

"I've missed you too," he replied. "But... you know this is going to end up how it always does, right?" He absent-mindedly played with her zipper.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" she teased him back.

"We always do this. I come running back to you, and everything is great for awhile." He sighed. "Then, six months from now, things change, I get restless, and you get put aside."

She nestled up as close as she could and whispered, "I'm okay with that, if you are."

He slid his hand in her pockets and smiled, though his smirk was tinged with more than a little resignation. "Very well, my dear. Just so long as you promise to keep me warm."

"I promise," she cooed. And with that he pulled up her zipper, and wore her out into the cold fall morning.