Kiss Me It's Beginning to Snow

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A/N: Er, just simple Mark/Roger fluff/drabble. Hence why this is so short xD. Also like to point out, the title is taken from a line from a song in the play, Christmas Bells. Thought I'd point that out to readers that have only seen the movie.

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"December 24, 5:00 P.M... Eastern standard time.." Mark Cohen said softly into his camera trying desperately not to wake up his boyfriend and long time roommate, Roger Davis.

"Ugh..." came a groan from the beat up couch across from Mark. The filmmmaker froze.

"Shit..." he thought to himself before sighing with relief as Roger and just turned over. With a grin Mark picked up his camera and moved up next to Roger every so quietly. "Close on Roger. Peacefully sleeping all goddamn day.. probably forgetting what it is today.." he said out loud, just loud enough for the camera to pick it up. He laughed as another groan came from the lump on the couch.

"Mmmhm.. fuck off Mark..." Roger groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes trying to focus.

"Mornin' to you too.." Mark smirked as he said this. "You slept.. hm..." He paused to look at his watch, even though he had just done is time check on camera. "Twelve hours. Impressive. Forgot today?"

Roger blinked as he adjusted to waking up. "Christmas Eve?"

Mark just sighed as he placed his camera down gently and climbed up onto the couch and into Roger's arms. He knew that Roger had probably forgotten that it was something other than Christmas Eve. But there was this glimmer of hope in the filmmaker's mind that the rock god would remember how important it was, considering that Mark didn't exactly celebrate Christmas. Mark just nodded to Roger absentmindedly, which could have meant that he was agreeing with Roger's assumption of Christmas Eve. But then out of nowhere Mark felt Roger stir behind him and he looked over, eyebrow raised as Roger was bent over the couch looking for something.

"Er.. Rog. What are you doing?" he asked.

Roger turned his head and smirked, pulling up a poorly wrapped present. Mark blinked just figuring it was a Christmas present until Roger spoke.

"Happy anniversary Mark," Roger said with a big smile, leaning forward kissing Mark on the forehead. "You really thought I forgot?"

Mark opened his mouth to speak and Roger just pushed his finger on to the smaller man's mouth. "On second thought, don't answer that," he said. "Just open the present."

Mark did just that, ripping the makeshift wrapping paper (old newspapers and posters) to reveal a very nice messenger bag. Mark gasped at it and looked up to Roger who seemed very proud of himself. "So.. like it?" Roger asked.

"Like it!?" Mark responded happily. "I love it! Thank you so much!" He leaned forward and kissed Roger.

Roger returned the kiss. "Glad ya like it," he said. "Now. My gift. Give me."

Mark rolled his eyes and made his way off the couch before being pulled back down by Roger. "Rog.. if you want your gift you'll have to let me get up..." Mark stated.

"Oh?" Roger said shrugging. "In that case. I can wait. I'd rather have you than a present anyway" He then proceded to kiss along Mark's neck, sending shivers down the filmmaker's spine.

"Hehe.. well then. I can very much oblige to that then.." Mark said softly. He glanced out the window and smiled. It was just getting dark, but it was light enough for Mark to see that it was starting to snow. He turned back to Roger and smilled.

"Hm?" Roger asked.

"Kiss me.. it's beginning to snow.." Mark said softly.

"Gladly.." Roger said as he leaned forward and kissed Mark.

Happy anniversary indeed.