Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. I just love playing with the characters and slashing them.
Your Author: I know it's short, but it's humorous. I hope you enjoy this winter-esque shot.
Vampires were graceful by nature. The way they walked, moved and even fell was all graceful. Jacob had never thought he'd see the day when one would fall and not manage to catch himself and look like a fool. He never thought, but yet he did. Jacob leaned against the railing as he attempted to keep a straight face. This was becoming increasingly difficult and the looks of irritation his mate shot him didn't help.
It had been Jacob's idea to go to the ice rink and it hadn't taken long to convince Edward to go with him. There was something about the puppy dog eyes that Edward couldn't say no to. Considering the fact that Edward was able to do most anything with ease and perfection, Jacob hadn't even guessed the outcome of the trip. Edward's previous wide stance, complete with arms thrown out for balance, kept him stable for only so long and suddenly he was on the ice. Unfortunately that was Jacob's undoing. The young wolf snickered as he skated, with irritating ease, to where Edward had found himself seated. Who knew that ice would be the vampire's ultimate downfall?
"You've never been ice skating before?" Jacob didn't bother to hide his amusement any longer. He wisely stayed out of arms reach as Edward glared darkly up at him.
"Once," he corrected sharply. "That incident was no better." Pride effectively bruised, he managed to get himself back on two (albeit wobbly) feet. He'd been hoping this would go about better than it did, and besides he couldn't say no to Jacob when he was so enthusiastic about something. He was definitely enjoying himself.
"You'll get the hang of it." Jacob offered a hand to his mate, who took it within his own cold grip. He noticed Jacob's gloves was stuffed within his jacket pocket, he'd been alternating between wearing and taking them off. Even with Jacob's aid, Edward still resembled a young deer trying to take its very first steps.
Eventually Edward, having had enough of the ice, excused himself in order to fetch a hot beverage for Jacob. His nose and cheeks were actually beginning to turn red, but he didn't seem to care. Edward enjoyed watching the young wolf skate around on the ice. He possessed a grace that usually went unnoticed. Jacob skated over to the railing Edward was leaning against and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He took a grateful sip from the cup that was pressed into his hands.
"You coming back out onto the ice?" He inquired, although he suspected the answer.
"You have fun love." Edward kissed his forehead and took the cup back. Jacob grinned and went back out. Jacob found himself sprawled out on the ice before he knew what happened. He grunted as a jolt of pain went up his spine originating from his backside. Karma was a mean son of a bitch. Edward chuckled as Jacob scowled over at him.