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"Why not just admit we're lost?"

Alexandra IlLyovna Petrov looked back at her boyfriend, irritated and exasperated. "We're not lost! It's the town that's been misplaced."

They laughed together, and Alex took her boyfriend's hand. She pulled her beloved Laark toward her through the deepening snow, and together they pushed on.

"Whose idea was this anyway?" Alex started to ask, then remembered it was hers. Go out ice fishing together and come back to enjoy supper and each other. Didn't even bother to check the weather again that morning. How could she have been so stupid?

"OW! i'm keeping up, Alex, you don't have to pull so hard!" Her boyfriend, more fragile than most Finns, also complained much more readily. No matter, she loved him anyway, and there was nobody else who would have gotten her through first semester Physics at the University in Helsinki. She would always be tender with the little genius - her Finn. He was her heart.

They trudged onward - Alex really hoped she knew where she was going -

with Alex in front, playing the mother bear, protecting little Laark from the blast. The fiercely driven snow plastered them both in white.

Alex started to dispair. Her father, an officer on a carrier in the Bering Sea, would never have tolerated such an attitude. But damn it!

They *were* lost, and she had lost feeling in her toes. She knew Laark was if anything much worse off. She turned to face him, tell him they were going to die out in the damned snow, and him still a virgin.

"Yes, I see it!" Laark shouted over the gale before she could speak.

"Alex, you're the best!"

Alex turned back around. Dimly, she saw the outline of a cabin about 20 meters ahead. With renewed strength, she plunged ahead, dragging her protesting boyfriend with her.

There were no lights, no smoke in the chimney, no one answered her pounding on the door. Alex put Laark's hands against the wall not far from the door. "Stay put," she said. "I'll break in the door."

The door was, of course, thick and sturdy, made for the elements. "No matter," thought Alex as she examined the door. "Not for nothing did my classmates at the Acadamy in Petrograd called me She-Bear."

With a cry, Alex hurled her 120 kilograms at the door, commanding with her mind for it to open. It flew inward, its lock shattered. Alex bounced painfully against the wooden floor. Her shoulder hurt, her arm was in such pain. But nothing felt broken, thank God, and she was inside. Quickly she fetched her boyfriend, before he froze out there.

With her Laark curled up on the couch, Alex quickly surveyed the little cabin. With a chair braced against the door, it was snug and warm inside. A thermometer caught her eye. in the dim light it read just 5 degrees. Well, still much warmer than outside. She checked the flue, cleared away the mouse nest, with some squeaking protests from both her and the mice. Now she would have a fire.

Carefully, lovingly, she coaxed the tinder, the kindling, the logs into flame. Then with equal care she eased off her heavy, fur-lined boots.

She held her feet close to the warmth, feeling the delicious needle-pain of the nerves in her toes protesting as she rubbed them back to life.

No lost digits meant no loss of her promised commission. Then with alarm, she thought of her Finn. Why wasn't he busy complaining? She saw him lying unmoving on the couch.

With a growl of dismay, Alex rushed to her friend. She checked his vitals - why was he breathing so damned slowly! - and gently removed his damp clothes. "Wake up, Laark, you damned Finn!" She shouted at him, shaking him, not about to panic yet, but close. She exposed his little icicle toes, feeling his frozen little fingers. Gently, she laid her friend on her open fur-lined parka by the hearth, and more gently still, she rubbed her friend all over, coaxing circulation back into his extremities. Her heart was pounding, but she worked efficiently.

Father said use fear, never let your fear kill your men. "Wake up, you bastard!" she shouted angrily. "Talk to me!"

"Y-y-you d-don't have to sh-shout, Alex!" Laark's teeth chattered voilently, and his body was starting to convulse with his shivering.

His straw-coloured hair was a tangled mess, and his sky-blue eyes were involuntarily tearing. To Alex, he had never looked better.

"Damn you!" Alex hugged her little friend tightly. "Don't you ever do that again!"

"I-it's n-n-not my f-fault," he stammered. ""I w-wanted to s-s-stay in Helsinki and-and see th' opera. Ow! Alex you-you're s-s-so heavy!"

He may have intended more complaining, but Alex kept him too busy kissing. She slipped her tongue into his mouth - even his mouth was cold - and kissed him long and deeply. He was returning her kiss, in his own timid way that always made her so hot. But he was having trouble breathing. She shifted off him, laying her bulky form next to his pencil-thin body. His arms wrapped around her, tightly for him.

Then more of his timid, worshipful kisses, and the cabin was growing positively warm.

Alex sat up and removed his long cotton underwear. When he, inevitably, protested, she lay a thick finger against his thin purple lips.

"Its time, Laark. You have given me so much this semester, now let me give something back to you." Laark looked so cute in his birthday suit. Alex couldn't resist more kisses. She loved having Laark like this, naked and vulnerable. And with the way he kissed, his mouth begging for her tongue, soon it was her breathing that was labored.

Her hand found his member. From the hearth's light, she watched it harden in her clasp. So delicious, yet so fragile, the scrotum so vulnerable to her strong fingers. Laark's eyes reflected the firelight, sparkled like jewels, radiating love for her. His eyes closed as their lips met again.

Alex stood to remove her clothes. She was perspiring, could feel her inner heat as she impatiently removed her heavy flannel shirt. She felt cold little fingers at her waist. Her little boyfriend was kneeling before her, helping remove her thick pants. Those blue eyes were wide, a silent plea across his face. She stepped out of her pants and nodded to him. Still kneeling, he gently, timidly, pushed her legs apart.

Alex unconsciously gripped Laark's blond hair as he buried his face into the thick, dark curls adorning her sex. He was completely inexperienced, almost inept, as he tried kissing her there as she had his mouth. She smiled at his efforts, deeply touched by his obvious adoration, and moved his mouth to her vagina. He licked her sex and enthusiastically lapped up her juices. Alex watched his humble adoration; it was as much a turn-on as the licking itself, and her legs trembled, weakening.

Alex pushed her boyfriend down and squatted over his hard little prick.

She may have preferred to squat over his enraptured face, but she wanted him to have his come. With an almost maternal tenderness, she eased his throbbing erection into her. "Here now, Laark," she whispered. "We are one."

She lay her great weight upon her boyfriend, ignoring his whispered protests. She wanted him to remember this night, and how she felt on top of him. She kissed him deeply, and rocked back and forth on his erection, and whispered her love to him as he came inside her. For once, she got no complaints, only his whispered echoes of her love.

"Now, my turn," Alex thought. She rose up, still holding Laark's penis tightly inside her vagina. with both hands, she rubbed her clitoris until, grunting with the pleasure, she came atop him, a powerful, intense orgasm. Her eyes locked on those of her boyfriend as she took her pleasure upon him. "We're going to do this often," she thought.

She lay next to him, cradling him gently in her powerful arms, letting her genius of a friend relax, then finally sleep in her embrace.

Later, Alex dressed and looked about the cupboard, rummaging for food.

She found it remarkably well-stocked, even with smoked salmon which she loved almost as much as Laark. Then she noticed the smoked goose, with a note attached. It read:

Darling Alexandra Illyovna,

Enjoy the use of My summer house, and enjoy the wares of My larder.

Your love for each other will be My payment. But do not come back or I will turn you into toads!

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