Author's note: I write a lot for my friends, and while I'd like to publish them, often times they're too short or too silly to actually tack down as anything substantial. So, this collection is basically a dumping ground for my short thingys that don't deserve their own url. Most likely pairings are Oberstein/Ferner and Mecklinger/Bittenfeld with varying degrees of nsfw-ness thrown in. Often times these will be totally unedited and probably unfinished. Anyway, thanks for reading!

"Anton…"

Snow was beginning to pile in his hair.

"What are you doing?"

Ferner sat up from his position on the ground.

"Isn't it obvious?" Oberstein outstretched a hand and Ferner used it to pull himself up. "It's a snow angel."

Oberstein frowned a little more than usual. Not only had Ferner dragged him away from his desk to 'play in the snow,' he had also now gotten his uniform dirty. Ferner gave him a mischievousness smile before grabbing his wrist and yanking him down the sidewalk.

"Come on, we're on our lunchbreak anyway, let's go for a walk."

Oberstein followed him without protest except for a small sigh under his breath.

"Very well." he said softly. He allowed Ferner to lead the way on their small snowy adventure. They turned down a busy sidewalk, weaving in and out of throngs of people. Ferner then turned again, yanking Oberstein into the park. It was at this point where Oberstein pulled back, stopping Ferner in his tracks. Oberstein slowly rubbed his wrist before once again extending his hand.

"If you want to walk with me, then hold my hand. Don't just yank me along like some sort of animal." he hissed. Ferner's eyes flickered up from his hand to Oberstein's face, unusually sharp and distinctive. Ferner found himself marveling at just how much snow had piled onto Oberstein's hair at this point and how the sharp blue of his eyes contrasted. They flickered red and Ferner was broken from his trance.

"Paul I…" He took Oberstein's hand, squeezing it, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss against the back.

"Your hands are so cold. Maybe we should have gotten coats before we left."

Oberstein huffed audibly and Ferner found himself smiling.

"Come on, sir, I'll get you warmed up."

So they moved away to a park bench, Ferner pushing aside the snow so they could both sit down. He then took Oberstein's hands in his, cupping them together and breathing on them. He then rubbed them quickly, glancing up to Oberstein's face to check for some sign of recognition. Upon getting nothing he simply laughed and opened his jacket, pressing Oberstein's hands against his chest, sliding them down, wrapping them around his waist. Oberstein stared at him during the whole process as Ferner grew closer, knocking the snow from his hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. As he pushed a kiss on Oberstein's neck, he held Ferner gently under the jacket, warmth returning to his fingers at last.

"Anton." he said in a dull whisper. "Isn't this a little open?"

"Why?" returned a breathy voice, words impeded by Ferner's actions. "Are you scared?"

Oberstein sighed and closed his eyes.