The snow was cold against his hands, breath forming crystals in the frigid air. He crouched down lowly, peering over the top of the mound of snow before him. Ichigo held still, hand stinging from the snow clutched inside of it. He wasn't expecting the sudden flash of white past his head, flying dangerously close to touching him. The teen rolled to the side, throwing the snowball in his hand towards a fast-moving blur a few feet away. It was his boyfriend, Grimmjow, running to hide behind a tree.
They had decided to go for a walk, since it was Christmas, but they had barely made it outside the door before a snowball fight had been initiated. Both of them had been running around Ichigo's front yard for about half an hour, dodging or getting hit with the cold circles of snow. For a moment, Ichigo paused to catch his breath, but it cost him a hit to the back. He heard a laugh and scowled, running to crouch down behind a hill of snow. Gathering a bit of snow into his palms, Ichigo waited for a chance to get his blue-haired lover back.
The other male suddenly darted towards the hill where Ichigo was hidden, the orangette rolling away from the attack. He tossed the snowball at Grimmjow in the process, scrambling to get away. Ichigo failed, slipping on the ice and falling onto his stomach. Giving an exasperated huff, his hands scrabbled against the frozen ground in an attempt to get up, but it was too late.
He was pressed against the ground, his brown eyes glancing up in annoyance as Grimmjow grinned at him. "Well, Mr. Kurosaki, I think I win this one."
"Yeah, yeah," Ichigo grumbled, "Now let me off the ground. It's freezing." The other male pulled the orangette up off the ground, lifting him into his arms. "H-hey, I can walk perfectly fine!"
"Oh shut up; you're the one who said you were freezing," Grimmjow said, opening the door. "I said the ground was freezing, not me!" But the blue-haired male didn't want to argue with him, so he simply fell silent and shut the door behind him. Ichigo, no matter how much he may have been complaining, was grateful for the warmth, and snuggled against the feral man. He was like a heater, and the berry shivered as the heat worked its way into him.
Grimmjow brought them to their room, dropping Ichigo on the bed. "Brr, it's so cold," Ichigo grumbled, rubbing at his arms in an attempt to get warmer. He was unhappy about his lover letting go of him, but he'd get over it. Pulling off his shirt, the berry snuggled under the covers, resting his head on the pillow. He listened to the other male rummage around the room before the bed dipped and Grimmjow slipped into the blankets with him.
Normally Grimmjow wasn't one for cuddling, but Ichigo was a whole other story. Besides, the orangette was practically frozen. Frozen strawberry, the man mused, smirking at the thought. Ichigo seemed a bit surprised when he was yanked against Grimmjow, but he didn't complain, immediately snuggling against him for warmth.
He yawned, suddenly realizing how tired he was. With a small kiss to Grimmjow's chest, he sank into the head and fell asleep, an arm wrapping around his waist to pull him close.