Merry Christmas and welcome to the first of the Twelve One-Sots Of Christmas. The reason I've been away from One Shot Wonders is because I wanted to get a head start on this so I didn't overwhelm myself. . . Since I've finished all but a couple of them, and it's December, I decided I could post the first one.
So here we go!
"I can't believe it's snowing again," Chase sighed as he cast his amber eyes out the window. He walked away from the window of the Lookout and over to heater Rocky had made for them. "We've gotten more snow in the last week than we did all last winter." The shepherd lay down next to his mate, who in turn, rested his head against the shepherd's chest and met Chase's eyes with his own blue ones.
"What," the Dalmatian smiled and waggled his eyebrows. "You don't like being snowed in with me?" he said in mock disappointment. "I thought you would love to be snowed in with me." His voice became deep and husky. "and nothing to do but-"
Chase cut off the rest of the sentence by kissing the Dalmatian on the muzzle. When he broke away, he said. "I didn't say that."
"Then don't worry about it, Chase." Marshall reached up with a white paw and pulled the shepherd down and kissed him again. "As far as I'm concerned. . ." He stopped. Then, he began to sing. . .
The weather outside is frightful, but your warmth is so delightful.
And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Chase smiled wide; he loved to hear his mate sing. . .
It doesn't show signs of stopping, so when we get tired of talking.
We'll turn the lights way down low. And let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Their lips met again. But this time when they came apart, Chase sang. . .
When we finally kiss goodnight, we're not gonna go out in the storm.
Marshall smiled and responded. . .
But if you really hold me tight, all night long I'll be warm.
The Dalmatian was now flat on his back with the Shepherd over him as he continued to sing. . .
Our fire is never dying.
Chase leaned over his mate and whispered in his ear. . .
No we'll never be goodbye-ing.
Marshall whispered back. . .
Cause I know you love me so.
Finally, they sang together. . .
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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