Drabble 1: Warmth
Silently, she runs a finger over the blue wool fabric. Letting the roughness of it rush against her skin. She chews on her bottom lip and remembers the warmth it had brought her at one time. When the rain fell and fell and fell around her. When it chilled her to the bone, the fabric of this coat enveloped her in warmth. She draws her digit away and ponders putting it back on. How long had it been since she wore it? She guessed about six months, but it seemed just like yesterday. She closed her eyes and this time placed her whole hand on the coat, letting memories good and bad fill her mind. She turned at the sound of feet approaching, blue eyes drifting open to trace the outline of a man standing before her in a towel. Hair still dripping from his shower. She blushes and smiles as his cold lips find a place on her neck. He doesn't say anything to her about the coat, she once wore. Instead He wraps his arms around her, hoping that despite his ice she will find warmth in his embrace.
"Gray..." She whispers and indeed she has found a new warmth here in his arms.