Title: Winter
Author: Kali
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Uryuu
Rating: PG (WAFF!!)
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: If I owned any anime, noone would ever wear clothes. Thusly, I don't own Bleach. ;)
A/N: Dedicated to Di (whitereflection), for providing me with the inspiration to write mushy WAFF like this. Guh, if this is what came out of just a little holiday music... I'm scared to see what's gonna happen this month!

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Ichigo wiggled his toes as the warmth of the fire in the fireplace spread up his legs. Soft orange light flickered off of the sparse furniture decorating the room; the small Christmas tree in one corner, a short table, and a currently sat-upon futon were the only other objects in the tiny studio apartment space. With a yawn, he stretched and turned to lay on his stomach, propping his chin into both hands to watch the flames lick thier way along the brick walls. Closing his eyes, a content sigh escaped him as inhaled the scent of vanilla, fabric softener, and snow. A smile flit across his lips when the soft click of a door opening and shutting reached his ears. The sounds of rustling plastic bags was short-lived, and was soon replaced by a gentle padding on the tatami mat behind him. Without opening his eyes, Ichigo could feel a depression in the futon next to him; a deep inhalation was all it took to confirm who it was. His smile grew wider.

"Y'know, Uryuu, you smell like fabric softener."

A chuckle was the only answer he recieved as a cold hand reached the back of Ichigo's neck, causing him to flinch and open his eyes with a frown.

"And you feel like an icebox. Were gloves just an afterthought, or don't Quincies believe in them?" He turned his head to look up into the somewhat glaring face looking down at him.

"You could stand to have a little more curtosy for the person who just walked all the way to the store and back, in the snow, so you could have your marshmellows," came the irritated voice. Pulling his hand back from Ichigo's neck, he rubbed his hands together before holding them up to the fire in an attempt to help warmth seep back into the frozen fingers. Ichigo saw this, and with furrowed eyebrows, quickly sat up and pulled the dark-haired boy into his chest, surprised at how cold the boy actually felt. Briskly rubbing his hands up and down Uryuu's arms a few times, Ichigo reached behind his boyfriend to grab the corner of the thick feather futon crumpled behind him. Pulling it up to his chin resulted in taking the other boy down with him to lay under the blanket, both heads making an attempt for the pillow. Before the Quincy had any time to protest, two strong, warm arms wrapped around him and pulled him tight to a very warm and very bare chest. Too cold to argue, Uryuu merely let loose a sigh as he snuggled into the boy holding him. Ichigo reached up a protective hand to stroke at the dark hair.

"Thank you... for going to the store." It sounded to Uryuu as more of an apology than an expression of gratitude. Smiling softly, he snaked one arm around the scarred, tan torso holding him close.

"Well, you're making the hot chocolate later. It's only fair that I get the marshmellows."

The Shinigami couldn't help a grin from breaking across his face as he inched them closer to the glwoing fireplace. He affectionatly kissed the top of Uryuu's head as he pulled the boy tighter.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get you warmed up; you're freezing."

"...Yeah."

Ichigo took a deep breath of the scent that was Uryuu Ishida and sighed. Life didn't get much better than this, he thought. A quick glance at the falling snow outside the window was the last thing he saw before his eyes slid closed. He'd make hot chocolate later; he had a much more important thing to keep warm right now.