Hey guys! It's my first fanfic on here, a one-shot about Amy's first real kiss with our favorite Brit, Ian Kabra. Ugh. Here goes the stupid disclaimer: I, amainfan102, does not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. Sheesh. What a waste of ten seconds. =D Enjoy!

I stepped outside into the snow, and took a look around. Snow was covering everything, from the tips of pinetrees, to each individual little blade of grass. Each had miniscule icicles hanging off of it, and dainty little snowdrops scattered about on it. Of course, my perfect moment just had to be interrupted.

"SNOW!" Dan yelled, charging out of the back patio.

I groaned inwardly as Dan jumped off the railing into a huge mound of snow and came tumbling over to me.

"This is great! Best snow storm of the year. I give it a 10 out of 10." He said happily.

I smiled and replied, "Aww come on! That's being generous. Last week's left some gigantic icicles. I give this one a 9.5."

Dan laughed and went back to plowing through the piles of icy snow. I however, just walked back to the porch and sat down on one of the little plastic lawn chairs we had situated on the patio.

Just then, I heard Nellie call out from the inside, "Hey Amy! We have some a surprise guest. Brace yourself, I'm sending him out."

I raised an eyebrow quizically at Dan who was staring openmouthed at the sliding glass doors. Oh, crap, I thought. Out popped Ian Kabra, looking as perfect as ever. Just one more lovely view to add to the scene, I thought, annoyed. Ian gave me a quirky grin and walked up to me. I counted my blessings, thanking Nellie for helping me choose the one pair of skipants that didn't make me look like I had trees for legs. Wow, look at that. Amy Cahill worrying about her looks.

"Hello, love." Ian said, still giving me the smile. I stood, trying not to let him see that my heart was quite literally melting. Ugh. "Don't call me love, Kabra. And why are you here? We were having a perfectly good time without you."

Ian trotted after me as I walked around to the front of the house. Ian grabbed my arm, causing me to spin on the ice, forcing me to look at him.

"Let go Ian!" I muttered. He kept a firm grip as he said, "Seems as though you've lost your adorable little stutter, Amy love."

"Adorable?" I asked quietly.

Ian's smile faltered for a moment as he replied, "Yes, adorable. Just. Like. You." With each word he drew closer, until there was barely an inch between us.

"What are you doing?" I managed out, trying not to become lost in the depths of his gorgeous amber eyes.

"Something I should have done a long time ago," He replied.

The space between us closed, until he was kissing me, and I couldn't help but kiss back. The snowflakes drifted down on us as a wind whisked through the trees, and it was absolutly perfect. Ian kissed me in a way I had never experianced before, with his hand on my neck and waist, and my hand entangled in his hair. We broke apart, and he gave me a smile.

"Cheerio, love. Better be off before Natalie starts to worry."

I took a breath, woozy, and just managed to whisper, "Don't call me love, Ian." I turned around, and walked into the house in a daze.

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