A/N: I know, it's short. I'm thinking I might make this a series of oneshots (short stories or drabbles) revolving around Lightning and Snow's relationship. Unfortunately inspiration hits me sporadically, but I'll try to update whenever I can! Please let me know what you think or if you have any requests :)
Thanks flowerangel050, Fefisgbf13, Yuki Minamoto, Riaeth, x3LJ, DawnFireAngel, J1210 for taking the time to review the last chapter!
Snowflake
Second Drink: Bottoms Up
"You're breathing my air."
"You drank my beer." He holds the empty bottle up against the light of the campfire, his eyes staring at her over the glass rim. Not a single drop was left.
Lightning doesn't reply. Instead, she shifts herself a few inches away from him until his shadow no longer covers the documents laid out on the ground. She keeps her back hunched over the charts and blueprints they'd gathered that afternoon, her eyes meticulously scanning the diagrams in the flickering light of the campfire. An old ruler and compass are on the dirt ground beside her, and her lips are mouthing silently as she makes mental calculations in her head.
Snow watches her with dull interest. "Are you sure you don't want any help?"
No answer.
He plants the empty bottle into the ground as he moves closer to her. Without hesitation, he leans past her shoulder, his mouth by her ear. "My mind is more sober since, you know, you drank all my beer."
She gives an exasperated sort of sigh as she watches her documents get swallowed up by Snow's massive shadow once more. She turns around and glares at him, their noses nearly touching. "But I'm still going to be better at this than you." With narrowed eyes she pushes him off balance, and he lands on his rear with a heavy thud, uprooting the dirt around him. She pauses briefly to stare at his frustrated face before returning to her work.
"You were breathing my air again," she explains.
//~end