Venom Snake

A cozy tree house surrounded by pine trees on the top of a snowy hill - a calm and quiet place, from which you two will not be taken out for at least a month. Right now, somewhere among the crumpled blankets on the soft bed was Venom Snake himself. You'd had a warmer relationship with him for a long time. It was Venom who suggested a trip to the mountains, to Alaska.

It was past 12 o'clock, and you were cooking something simple for breakfast. A warm body pressed up against you from behind, and Venom rested his chin on your shoulder, peeking to see what you were cooking. Suddenly, a chill burned your side. You shrieked in surprise and bounced away.

The asshole had slid his hand under your clothes, and it wouldn't have been anything if that hand hadn't been metal! And horribly cold! Touching your poor side, you looked accusingly at Snake, who only laughed softly.

«Sorry-Sorry!»