come what may
-winter-
baby it's cold outside
She shivered as she opened the door, the cold sweeping around her exposed arms and knees. Teeth chattering, she shook her head softly, blonde strands sent flying, and closed the door. There was no way she was going to go out in that weather.
She settled back into the couch, flicking the book open, her eyes scanning the pages hungrily. Without taking her eyes off the pages, she fumbled for the red wool blanket at the end of the couch, bringing it up to her knees, desperate to keep warm.
Halfway into the book, a cup of cocoa now in her hand, there was a knock at the door. A sigh escaped her mouth as she swung her legs around, closing the book with a dull thump.
She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail as she walked, wrapping an elastic around the clump of hair.
Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she pulled the door open, shivering in the cold, the sun nought but a speck in the grey-clouded sky. Her eyes opened, and there was Teddy, looking cheerfully dressed in a heavy black coat, with a red scarf winded around his neck.
She looked him up and down, chewing hurriedly on her lower lip, shaking her head, trying to contain her laughter. "You're not going to get me out there," she told him, flattening against the door to let his in.
He tapped her nose with a mitten-covered finger as he walked in, grinning. "I think I will," he assumed, a beam playing on his lips as he pulled off his coat.
She rolled her eyes at him when he pulled off his beanie, revealing bright blue coloured hair, strands of which flopped over his eyes, partially covering the brown orbs. Taking her seat on the couch, she patted the vacant spot, gesturing to him.
Her hair twirled around her fingers, she nestled into him, sock-clad feet rubbing together, the blanket pulled up around her knees once more. He stretched forward to grasp the remote, flicking the television on, flipping through the channels hurriedly, before she could make sense of what was going on.
"Hey!" she complained, snatching the remote from him, flipping through the channels at a slower pace- too slow, he complained, which received at sharp hit to the arm.
She settled on a movie, the screen depicting a scene much like was going on around them. Hand-in-hand, a heavy-clothed couple made their way down the street, laughing happily. They reached a puddle, one so large it took up the whole street, and the man, a mischievous beam playing on his lips, jumping into it, splattering muddy, brown water up on the woman, shock written all over face.
Still laughing, she pushed him over, the man stumbling, face-first, into the puddle. The woman's happiness was short-lived though, and, in a matter of seconds, she was next to him in the puddle, muddy water splashed all over her face.
Teddy was beside himself, doubled over in a fit of laughter, his eyes tearing up with his chuckles. Victoire found herself smiling helplessly at him, retracting herself from the couch, padding over to the window, one hand placed on the glass.
Teddy joined her in seconds, hugging her to him from behind, his face buried in her hair. Turning around in his arms, she smiled up at him, brushing hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears, a bashful smile on her face. They remained in the embrace until Teddy gestured to something out of the window, and he let her go, a beam playing on his lips.
Victoire found herself smiling as well, despite herself, as she watched him wave with delight towards the snow drifting past the window, in various shades of white.
Gods, she loved him.
Title taken from "Baby It's Cold Outside," by Frank Loesser. Written for the Seasons Challenge on HPFFC. Review?