AN: I've decided to do a little Sartie Christmas collection of sorts. Each chapter will be based on a different Christmas song. If you want the links to the songs, I'll be putting this up on my Tumblr as well. Also, the prompts don't necessarily relate to each other. Hope you enjoy!
It was early – Artie wasn't sure how early exactly, but he knew it was too early for Sam to be up and making as much noise as he currently was. Squinting blearily at the clock, Artie groaned as h saw that it wasn't quite seven in the morning yet. He closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to find him again. However, this was not to happen, he realized, as he felt the dip down next to him due to Sam's added weight. He felt a familiar, warm body pressed on top of his.
"Artie, wake up," Sam's breath tickled his ear. "It snowed!"
Ah well that explained it. Even at twenty seven, Sam still acted like a five year old when it came to snow. He was now bouncing slightly up and down on the bed, as though it would somehow motivate Artie to get up quicker.
"You have to come see," Sam insisted.
"It'll still be there in a couple hours," Artie groaned, trying to burrow himself deeper into their bed. But Sam was not that easily deterred. He hopped off the bed and came around to Artie's side of the bed. Artie suddenly felt his glasses being pushed onto his face. He opened his eyes, but before he could fully take in what was going on, Sam had lifted him clean out of the bed, blanket and all, and started carrying him into the living room.
Artie just sighed and relaxed into Sam's strong arms. When Sam got an idea into his head, it was almost impossible to talk him out of it. Besides, he didn't quite mind this form of transportation – and at least he was still warm.
They ended up in front of the windows in the living room and sure enough, fat, fluffy snowflakes were gently drifting down. A light dusting was already covering the ground. It was still slightly dark out, and there was a stillness to the scene. They stood there for a few silent minutes, admiring the scene before Artie cleared his throat. Sam only had to take one glance at his expression to know what was wrong. He gently set Artie down on the couch and dashed off to the kitchen to make coffee. Artie relaxed and turned his attention back out the window. It really was a beautiful sight – he just wished that it wasn't so early. Although he should have seen this coming – Sam had been obsessively checking the weather every night and they knew that there was every possibility of them getting snow today.
Sam returned from the kitchen a few minutes later with two steaming hot cups of coffee. Artie gratefully wrapped his hands around the warm mug and snuggled up to Sam as the other man settled on the couch next to him. It was almost as comfortable as being back in bed again. Although Artie might have huffed a little bit about having to get up, he was really enjoying sharing this peaceful moment with Sam.
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