When Phobos and Neshomeh entered the wardrobe, they were aware of three things.

One, there were matters that needed to be 'taken care of'.

Two, it was quite dark, but utterly slow, and warm.

Three, they were not alone, going from the expressive moaning coming from quite near by, that both were quite sure was not from either of them.

"Damn!" Phobos said, and he hurriedly returned his zip to standing position, all the way up.

"It's okay," VM's dreamy voice said, somewhere near Neshomeh's elbow.

There was a pause for a moment, and even lower, and closer to the floor, they heard Techno-Dann's voice. "There's enough room."

A second moan came from a bit deeper in the closet. They could barely make out July and Artell in the back, past assorted winter coats.

Neshomeh looked intrigued.

"Whoa there," Phobos said, stepping slightly in front of her. "I'm first."

"Of course you are." Her hand went down Phobos' trousers, and the hairs on his neck, arms, and elsewhere stood straight out.

The tantalizing, wonderful silence as they began to pull each others' shirts off was broken by July.

"Can you guys make some room up there? I'm getting snow in my panties."