"Wave, come out."
"NO!" She answered, her voice sounding slightly stuffed.
The couple was at the Ice Cap zone, at Tails´ insistence of enjoying a good morning in the snow. Wave was against this idea, completely. But somehow, the fox convinced her, and she was seriously questioning how did he managed that.
"C´mon, it can´t be that bad."
"Yes, it can be."
"Please Wave, just this time. Pretty please?"
There was silence following that. A moment later the door opened… and Tails face couldn't hide his desire to burst into laughter. Wave was wearing a comically thick snow coat, fully covering every inch of her body. It was pink with white and really pretty but it looked like she was wearing several more coats under it (making her look at least to size bigger than her actual size), hindering her movement a bit. Probably the thing that Tails found the funniest was the fact that only her eyes remained uncovered by clothing. Tails, in contrast, was barely wearing any snow protection: a simple blue sweater, ski black pants and shoes.
Noticing the restrained laughter, Wave started turning around, ready to change into more fitting clothes and get the hell out of there. Tails, however, wouldn't let her. He grabbed her by the coat, which made her lose her footing, which led her to fall on the fox and, before they knew it, they were rolling down the mountain, forming a snow ball that was constantly getting bigger and bigger, until it crashed into a tree.
Tails was the first one to reemerge from the pile of snow, and started to dig to free the Swallow. It didn't take long to remove all the snow from her, but she wasn't happy about it. Tails tried to help her lift from the floor but Wave rejected his help as soon as she could. "Hands off!" Wave shouted, awkwardly lifting herself from the pile of snow. "I am going back home."
"Wave, please, don't go." Tails begged.
Wave stopped for a moment and turned around. "Look Tails, I know you really wanted this. But I can't stand cold and there is nothing you can do to make me want to stay." She stated, before turning around. A second later, she felt a small thing impact at her back. It wasn't painful, neither strong enough to put her off balance, but it bothered her enough to turn around. Behind her, Tails had a playful smile, holding another snowball on his hand. "Did you just throw a snowball at me?"
The fox reply came in the form of another snow ball. The swallow could barely put her arm up to protect herself from the snow. "Stop that!"
"Noup." Was all he said as he continued his attack.
"How old are you?! Ten?!"She quipped.
"Are you forty?" Tails quipped. "Don't tell me this is too much for the great Wave the swallow? Guess that reputation is just all for nothing." Not half a second had gone by when a snow ball was thrown at the fox.
Miles only had time to turn at the source before another ball was thrown, accompanied by "It is on!" shouted by the female bird. So, the snow balls trade started, flying from one side to the other. Tails had little to no problem in hitting Wave several times, as her awkward pacing made her easy target. Before long, the bird was down on the snow again. Tails was a little concern because she wasn't moving for a good moment.
"… Wave?" Tails asked, getting closer to the pile where she fell. A second later, Wave remerged from the pile, making the fox lose his footing. Before he could react, he started spinning, rolling inside a ball of snow until he smacked to something solid. Pulling out of the snow, now with a plump on his head, noticed the big tree behind him and the swallow laughing at the tip of the small hill.
"So that's how we are playing now?" The fox challenged, sinking again in the pile of snow. A few seconds later, a large wave of snow flew toward the swallow, covering her again in her own snow mountain. The fox´s tails stopped spinning, satisfied by the results of his plan. "I guess that´s it."
Suddenly, something came out, moving too fast for Tails to distinguish anything but a blur. One, two, three, from what the fox eyes could gather, it was running circles around him. However, he could not pay attention to it, because along the high speed object, snow started moving around him, forming some kind of small snow storm. Before long, he could see anything but snow, feeling the cold wind and water form surround him, covering him, grounding him, until he was again covered by snow.
Tails head reemerged from the tip of the snow pile, a very large snow pile that was at least 50 feet tall. He looked down, noticing the swallow below him. She wasn't touching the floor, her shoes looking high tech in contrast to her normal looking shoes from just a moment ago. "And that´s a wrap." Wave stated, with her arms crossed.
"Ok, you win." Tails said, slightly intimidated by her past intensity. He tried to set free from the mountain, but he fell from the big pile, landing directly to the snow below, head first, burying his upper body. Wave couldn't help bursting into laughter while the fox legs flail, trying to escape from the snow. Wave moved closer, trying to get a better view of his struggles.
However, it happened to be a trick, as Tails upper body suddenly pooped out, grabbed her arm and pulled her with him into the snow, locking her into a hug. She landed around Tails chest area, getting wrapped by his arms and fluffy tails, minimizing the cold. Their feet ended about the same place, showing the stature difference between the fox and the swallow.
The swallow struggled to break the embrace, but the fox hold was too strong and tight for her to break free. Soon, she stopped, getting that she wouldn't leave like that.
"Do you mind?" She asked, half annoyed.
"Yes, I do." He answered in a playful manner, kissing her in the head.
Wave blushed a bit, enjoying it more than she wanted to admit. "If all you wanted was to cuddle, we could have done that at home. Hell, we could have done that at the hotel if you really felt like spending the money…" She squirmed just enough to be able to look directly at his eyes. At that moment, she gave him her most provocative look. "…Plus other fun stuff." Her voice became surprisingly silky and attractive.
Tails looked away, trying to hide the red on his face. "Y-you know. I thought I w-w-would get you to warm up to s-s-snow better." Tails clumsily said, the effect Wave had on him was that strong.
"You know I hate snow."
"But you liked the little while we shared, didn't you?"
"Not really." She lied. Tails could see from the way her eyes moved away rapidly.
"C´mon. Admit it." He pushed, his kissing assault starting again.
"Never!" Wave told him, trying to hide her shame.
Tails stopped his attack, deciding to appeal to her more rational side. "You know, admitting that you liked it doesn't really mean I won or anything." Tails said.
Wave shook a bit on his arms, a sudden, fast, small shake, enough for telling him he had hit the nail. "…Old habits die hard, I guess?" She sounded apologetic, even a little ashamed.
"I… Is it weird to date a former rival?" Tails forced the question out. He didn't want to ask. He felt like a little kid again, and being that around Wave was never good for him. Moreover, just like her, there were parts of the rivalry he could not easily let go.
"A little." She admitted. "But I want it." She moved a little trying to put herself in a more comfortable position.
"Me too." He admitted. He was also getting comfortable, closing both of his eyes for a short nap. He let go a happy sigh, feeling good for life.
Then some snow fell on his face. He let go a small growl. "If all this was just to…" He started, but another ball of snow fell on him, or rather, mostly fell on Wave while a small part fell on him. Little after that more snow kept falling on them, all in small batches, meaning that it was deliberate and caused by something. Soon enough they both decided to reemerge from the snow… and both they both put a hand on their mouths, trying and failing to hide their laughter.
In front of them was Jet, a bigger and adult version of himself. He was just a few centimeter shorter than Storm now and had a large scar on the right eye area (he still had his eye thought). He had grown to look intimidating, or he would look, if it wasn't for the fact that he was just as stuffed of snow gear as Wave, only his eyes visible.
"Stop that!" Jet shouted, annoyed by them. He then grabbed Wave from the arm and harshly pulled her closer to him. "She is not yours." He threatened Tails with a low growl voice. The fox, in contrast, had a confident smile on him. It was too late for him to understand what was going on the yellow boy´s mind, at least until he felt a blow on his side, blowing the air from him. Wave had kicked him for being so rough with her.
Jet was in a bit of a daze after that hit, having to hold the area of the blow (Wave kicked real hard). "Don't talk as if I was yours either." She answered, looking as offended as she could. Meanwhile, Tails went closer to Storm, who was wearing just as little snow gear as Tails.
"You were supposed to get us a little more time." Tails whispered to his ear.
"Sorry but he realized without me even telling him." The albatross said in a similar volume, but in an apologetic manner.
"And I was just getting her to warm up to snow." Tails said, in a disappointed manner.
"…But if you warm up to snow, would it mean it melts?" Storm asked, confused as to how someone would warm up to snow. Tails couldn't help a stare with squinted eyes. He liked Storm, he really did, but sometimes he could see why Wave had mix feelings about him.
"Guess that will be all for today." Tails said. "I will text you." Tails told Wave, giving her his best smile.
"Not if I call you first." Wave answered, in a bit of a competitive but playful tone.
"Actually…" Jet said, earning the attention of the three of them. "… What do you say if you help us with our Christmas Tradition?" This immediately got an odd look from Tails.
Jet wouldn't normally want Tails a kilometer near them and their missions, not under normal circumstances. He looked at both Storm and Wave, who had put themselves behind Jet. These two were making silent gestures, pretty much telling Tails not to accept. Tails looked back at Jet.
"Sure." He simply said. Both Wave and Storm froze for a moment, before face-palming, not believing he accepted. That started worrying the fox for a bit. Then, he looked at Jet, wearing an intense, sinister smile. That wasn't a good signal either.
