Summary: Written for comment fic at LJ. Prompt: Leverage, Parker +/ team, Parker loves it when it snows.
Snow
Parker loves it when it snows.
She loves the way the fragile snowflakes flutter down and dust her hair and clothes, making her sparkle in the bright white winter light. It makes the whole world clean and white and shiny.
She loves the way the icy wind whips through her hair and past her face. It feels a lot like the sensation of diving off of a tall building, all cold and cold, until it stops and it's a little warmer again.
She loves the way the little dots of ice taste when she catches them in her mouth. It's different from shaved ice (like the stuff they have in the Christmas displays in places where it doesn't snow so they have fake snow, ew). Snow tastes like stealing a really big diamond.
She loves that each snowflake is unique from all the rest. Just like her. There isn't anyone like her in all the world (and she doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but it's a true thing), just like there aren't two snowflakes alike.
But what she loves best is that Hardison made it snow, just for her.