A/N: I wanted to write rain, and these two seemed suitable for it. Forgive me if the characterizations are a bit off, I haven't seen the movie in a long time.
The rain in Cheapside was thicker than the rain elsewhere. The drops were so large that just one could fill your cupped hands or quench your thirst; two seconds outside during a shower could soak you. Or so said the locals.
Geoff tilted his head skyward and opened his mouth, testing these legends. Rain splashed onto his tongue. When his eyes closed he could feel cold heavy drops landing on his eyelids. He sloshed around in the puddles among the cobbles, long coat full of water and dragging behind him.
When he opened his eyes, Wat was staring at him. The rain was the only thing that made Wat's hair calm down; it was plastered darkly to his head. He was shivering, shaking the drops that rolled down his face.
"Are you done being a git yet?" he asked over the rush and splatter of the rain.
"No!" Geoff shouted back, and sloshed over to engulf Wat in a soggy hug. Geoff loved the rain. It was full of words.
"Well hurry up," Wat chattered, pressing into Geoff's embrace for the heat. "I'm bloody freezing."
"I shall warm you up, my dear," Geoff proclaimed, dropping his voice to a whisper. He stuck his tongue in Wat's ear.
Wat cried out in surprise, flailed, stumbled, and fell into a puddle, pulling Geoff with him. They landed with a thick, muddy splash.
"That's it!" Wat roared, sitting up. "You're in for ammph!" his threat was cut short by a rainy kiss from Geoff. It was wetter than usual, colder, drops slipping in between them. Geoff slowly pulled Wat back down into the puddle with a lesser splash. His hand fisted in Wat's shirt, wringing rainwater from it. They kissed right there on the cobbles, assaulted by the Cheapside rain.
Their wet clothes clung together and made a sucking noise when they parted for oxygen. "I'm still angry at you," Wat sustained weakly.
"Of course you are," said Geoff, licking clear bright drops from Wat's collarbone. "Of course."