Prompt: Snow

When Adam had shown up at her door at 7 in the morning asking her to join him in a snowball fight she'd almost killed him, but by the time they got to Central Park and found a group of kids making teams she was totally into it.

She led the girls' team and they had without a doubt demolished the boys, who might have more strength, but had no strategy. After the fight, she and Adam had made a snowman before finally giving into the cold and heading back to her apartment.

She'd jumped into a shower quickly, and then let him take a turn as she made hot chocolate. It was one of five things she could actually make in her kitchen that didn't get baked.

"Hey," she said, when she heard the bathroom door open, "I made some…" she stopped, the words leaving her mind as she looked at Adam. He'd brought another pair of pants with him, flannel, but his shirt was nothing more than an undershirt and it clung to every still slightly wet inch of his chest…and he had a nice chest.

Adam had a nice chest?

Was she actually…checking him out? Adam? Her buddy, her pal, the man that was right at this moment looking at her like she was nuts.

"Linds?" he asked, "That for me."

"What? Oh yeah, here," she said, giving him the hot chocolate, "I figured we could sit in the living room and…"

"You could try to beat me at Dance Dance Revolution."

Lindsay rolled her eyes; there her buddy was back, "You mean whoop your ass."

"Just try it."

She smiled, "My pleasure."

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Thirty minutes later Lindsay was seconds away from beating him. Her legs moved faster, jumping from one square to the next, just a half a second ahead of Adam.

He growled under his breath as she moved faster, "You're inhuman, dude, completely insane. You must have stolen your legs from that Riverdance dude."

"If you did less talking and more dancing, you might not be getting your butt kicked by a girl."

"Not just a girl," he said, grunting as he moved, "Cowgirl."

"Ha, excuses, excuses, there I'm almost done, I'm going to beat you, I'm going to ahhhh," she screamed as he grabbed her and pulled her down on the couch, stealing her win from her, "YOU CHEAT!"

"Whatever I have to do," he said, trying to keep her down even as she wrestled with him. They rolled, moving off the couch and finally ending up on the floor, Lindsay over him, her legs on either side of his body. By the time they realized how intimate the position was, Adam was already turning his head so his lips could meet hers. She had no time to think, she could only give in to the need to feel his warm, soft lips against her own.

When they broke apart, both stared incredulously at each other, "Well," Adam finally said, "That's a lot more fun than dancing."

Lindsay laughed, "Yeah, and you definitely won't lose at this game."

"Oh really?" he asked, his eyes widening."

Lindsay smiled and leaned down to kiss him again, "Really."