Smellerbee shivered; an action not unnoticed by Longshot. He inched towards her, extending an arm to the girl. She shook her head, and flashed him her usual luminous smile. Her teeth chattered as she smiled, and she quickly closed her mouth.
Longshot and Smellerbee both agreed this was the longest, coldest winter in their memories. The two often wondered how the water tribes could stand this sort of weather. They longed for the warmth and comfort of the treetops in summer.
The next time Bee shook, it was more violent. Ignoring her protests and instance, that she was fine, Longshot, don't worry, he wrapped an arm around her. Her head soon found it's way onto his shoulder, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
Their conjoined body heat made little difference when the snow began to fall. The thick, flurrying flakes soon began to pile up, engulfing the area around them in a thick blanket.. Longshot wrapped the cotton blanket tighter around them, vainly attempting to contain their body heat. As he did so, his lips gently brushed against Bee's cheek. He hadn't realized it at the time, but she did. Her face grew hot, welcomed in this weather, but hot none the less; her cheeks a rich rouge in mere seconds.
When Longshot's gaze returned to her face, he found it a deep crimson. His replying questioning look only pestered her. Smellerbee indignantly stuck out her tongue, annoyed. A stray flake dared to venture onto her tongue, melting upon contact. She jumped a little; the sudden cold surprising her.
Next to her, Longshot chuckled, and stuck his tongue out as well. A few fat flakes found their way to his tongue easily. When he jumped too, Smellerbee let out a quick burst of laughter.
She turned her face to him, and boldly planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. In truth, she had aimed to kiss him square on the lips; for an instance, she worried her message would be misconstrued.
His replying kiss hit its mark. A tender, sweet peck on the lips.
Message received. From then onward, winter held an important place in each of the freedom fighter's hearts.
A/N: A small little something from a challenge, issued by a friend. :)