Summary: None really. It was snowing on my way home from work the other morning, so I thought of this. I haven't written anything in a while so I thought I'd give it a go. I guess you'd call it a drabble.
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own a darn thing in connection to anything.
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With thoughts on the steadily falling snow, I slide further into the heaviness of the covers.
As I move deeper, a hand that is both rough and soft slides under my shirt, over my stomach to find the long, puckered scar buried deep into my side.
A sleepy sigh and an equally sleepy "You're so cold" is heard from somewhere under the expanse of colors covering the newly enlarged bed.
"It's snowing outside." I murmur into hair that is saturated with the smell of cinnamon and firewood.
"I like the snow" is whispered with lips that send shivers through me that have nothing to do with the weather outside.
I realize that I don't mind the snow one bit.
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A.N: I didn't list a pairing. thouse of you who know me may know, but feel free to insert your pairing of choice.♥