Emma sighed, staring out the window at the snow that had fallen. Clouds of snow billowed out of the noisy plows as they cleared the streets, though no cars were in sight. The drifting flakes had stopped long ago, but the aftermath was just as beautiful.

Well, for her at least.

Antonio had been slaving away in the driveway for an eternity, and he'd just barely made a dent in the tightly packed snow. It would be hours before the snow would be cleared from the driveway, and Emma couldn't help but feel bad for him. She'd help him out, but there wasn't anything she could do; the two only owned one snow shovel, and it's not as if she could do anything solely with her hands. He was probably exhausted and bored out of his mind.

And then she got an idea.

Emma jumped up from her seat on the couch, grabbing her coat, hat, and mittens from the closet before slipping on her boots and silently creeping outside. The door closed behind her with a dull thud, but she doubted it was audible. If I can't help him clear the snow, she thought as she gathered a handful of snow, rolling and packing to together, I could at least help cure his boredom. Sliding behind a tall drift of snow, Emma waited for Antonio to turn around, just to make sure he wouldn't notice her. After a minute, she peered over, making sure the coast was clear before she pitched.

Ready, aim... Fire! The snowball flew through the air, and Emma laughed as it hit Antonio square in the back of his head. He spun around, looking a bit dazed as he dropped the shovel. She immediately slunk back behind the snowbank, stifling giggles as she rolled another snowball. It seemed odd, how Antonio wasn't bothering to throw anything back, but nonetheless the Belgian still prepared for another throw. Her plans were cut short, however, when she turned to pitch and saw Antonio standing directly behind her.

With a shovelful of snow, which he promptly dumped on her head.

"Hey, no fair!" She said, trying to sound angry though her bubbly laughter overpowered. Emma discarded the snowball she'd made in favour of brushing the snow off of her head. "That's mean!"

"So was your surprise attack," Antonio replied, laughing as he leaned down to gather a handful of snow. "And, now that I've gotten my turn, it is fair... But, say I toss a snowball at you..."

"Wha–" Emma started, but her words were lost as Antonio fired a snowball at her. She couldn't quite tell where it hit, but by the time she was off the ground and competent enough to throw again, he'd already ran off.

"You're not getting away with that!" She called, searching the yard for him – the drifting snow created an uneven terrain of snow, some piles five feet high, some barely five inches. As she peered over a seemingly suspicious snowbank, something cold and hard hit her leg. Spinning around, she spotted Antonio, a goofy grin on his face and an armful of snowballs.

With a shriek, she dove, just dodging the first one he threw. But he was quicker than her, and soon enough Emma was being pelted. She only had time to grab enough snow for a single snowball before she sprinted away, running a zigzagging path to try and confuse Antonio. Though, much to her chagrin, it only slowed her down and subsequently made her an easier target, squealing with each cold collision. She tossed her sole snowball behind her, not expecting it to hit anything but a snowbank, but smiled as she heard Antonio yelp.

Throwing up her hands, Emma said breathlessly: "Okay, okay, I surrender!" She stopped running, and stood, slowly sinking, in the snow. The rain of snowballs had finished, replaced by a warm embrace. "Does that mean I win?" Antonio said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"That was so unfair."

A short pause hung between them before, together, they collapsed, laughter erupting from the two as they sunk down into the frozen bed of snow. Antonio rolled onto his side, wrapping Emma into a tight embrace. "Love you," he said, voice warped by laughter and muffled by her hair.

"I love you too, you dope," Emma said quietly, still laughing as she placed a feather light kiss on his cheek. After a moment, she continued: "Did that snowball actually hit you?"

"No, I just pretended,"Antonio admitted. "Figured it would make you happy to think you actually hit me."

"You meanie," she said sarcastically, still giggling as she reached behind herself and grabbed a handful of snow, immediately flicking it in his face. "There. Now I'm happy."

"How mature," he said, still laughing as he kissed her forehead. "Are you cold? Did you want to go inside?"

"No, that's fine. And besides, don't you have a driveway to plow?"

"...Right."

Prompt: Playing in the snow

Ah, I just felt that these to fun-loving little shits would fit this prompt well... I am starting to ship this gosh