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Wet and Cold
by goldensunflowers

Fang hates being wet. And cold. But, he wondered, why was he out here again then, in the middle of January during a snowstorm? "Fang! Get back here!"Max calls as she races after him, her face red from the cold and partly from the exertion.

Fang darts away, black on the white snow, and in his hands, a hidden slushy wet snowball. "Fang!" Max closes the last few feet away from them with a quick sprint and tackles him to the wet ground.

"Owww…" moans Fang, quietly under Max as she grins triumphantly. "Okay, now for the revenge." Fang can almost see her smug grin even though his face is buried under a pile of snow.

Max reaches over and scoops up a nice large chunk of wet snow and with one fluid movement, stuffs it under the collar of his jacket. Fang can barely bite back a howl as the cold snow melts through his layers of clothing.

Instead, he lays there silently, like his quiet self and tells himself, it'll all be over soon and you can get your revenge. "Fang?" says Max, as she looks at the back of his wet head.

He grumbles something unintelligible and before she can react, he swiftly flips her over, pinning her to the ground and he in her previous position. He grins cheekily at her before he swipes his slightly mushed snowball and plops it on her face.

Max cries in outrage and struggles to wipe the snow from her face, somehow managing to free her hands and knock Fang off her slightly. She pushes him off her and rolls beside her, propping one hand up to look at her amused. And as he watches the tiny small frozen snowflakes land on her flushed skin and make her chocolate brown eyes even warmer, he knows why he's out here instead of huddling by the fireplace inside, warm and cozy.

Because wherever Max is, he always gets this warm fuzzy feeling inside him and that was always worth braving the cold.

Please review and tell me what you think! It's my first FF and i just want to know how i did :)