Writing for the Blackice Advent Calendar on TUMBLR.
Disclaimer : Nothing is at me
Prompt : December first, The First Snow
Summary
All Jack wanted was for Pitch to see the snow. All Pitch wanted was for Jack to stay in bed and sleep some more. A snow bed was all it took for both to be satisfy.
Trading a Bed for a Smile
He knew it. Even if his eyes was still closed. It was like if he could feel it falling under his own skin. His blood was finally frozen just as he loved it. He was not fully awake yet, but his mind was busing with all the possibilities waiting for him. For them. The arm that has sneaked around him at sometime during the night felt suddenly too warm for his mind. Ten seconds passed and Jack was jumping out of bed, running to the window. He didn't hear Pitch groaned neither he acknowledged his supplications to come back in bed with him and sleep some more.
It was a long time since he has seen so much white on the ground. It felt like forever. He needed to touch it. To play with it. He needed to remember what it was like to have actual snow in his hands, not only snow he had created for fun.
He was unaware that he was stamping his feet until Pitch groan again, louder this time.
- Stop jumping everywhere and come back to sleep, Jack. It's not even six!
The voice was grumpy, making Jack smile. Pitch was always grumpy. Especially in the morning. Jack has made is life duty to get him to smile as much as possible.
- Don't be so grouchy, Pitch. It's snowing outside! The first snow throughout the year! Don't you see how amazing it is?
- I don't!
Acting like a petulant child, Pitch closed his eyes again and buried his face under his pillow. Jack laughed before jumping on the bed, taking it away from him. Pitch was squeezing his eyes shut together, but when Jack kissed his cheek, he could see him peek in a bit.
- Come on Pitch! We can do it the easy way or the hard one. If you come outside with me and see the snow, it won't be long. Otherwise, it might take all day, and we won't have time to come back and here and mop in bed as you wish. Do I have to use tickling?
The threat was enough. Jack could see Pitch hurried out of the bed like if it was burning. If there was something he hated more than joy, it was tickling.
- Five minutes, he said folding his arms across his chest, desperately wanting to make his point by remembering Jack that he wasn't agreeing to all of this.
- Well, maybe it will take a lot more than five minutes...
- Jack!
- ... but I promise you will love it!
- Yeah I wouldn't dare my life on it if I was you.
An hour later found them making angel in the snow, lying side by side on the ground. Pitch was holding Jack's hand trying to hide the dreamy smile upon his face. Even with the snowflakes falling right into his eyes, he knew he couldn't hope a better date.
- You see how snow is fun? We can even make a snow bed, and we both are happy!
Pitch groaned. Maybe it was true, but he would never acknowledge it. Jack laughed again, already anticipating the moment he would initiate Pitch to snowball fight.