Hipster Harry in one of your favorite coats. Standing on the corner together outside the liquor store while your friend pops in for provisions. You shiver in the breezy night and sneak glances at him, snug and glowing in the streetlight. “You look warm - that coat looks warm.” “It is warm,” he says nodding and, spreading it open wide, “warm…and big enough for two.” You blink once, twice, then pounce cat-like into his arms, nuzzling into his chest, his chuckle vibrating against your cheek as he wraps you tight against him. He nudges your head back with a quiet, “Hey,” and you try not to moan as his lips and tongue, hot on yours, chase away the last of the chill.