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Growing up was no easy feat for you. At such a young age, you had watched your mother pack her things and leave. You watched your father break into a million pieces and then try to mend himself back together. You watched him bring home another woman and then watched in amazement as her belly grew. Your lilac irises watered when you saw the baby come home one night (whether they were happy tears or jealous tears, you didn't remember.) Either way you watched your new sister start to grow and your heart grew with warmth. A sister.
In time, you had to watch your father break all over again over your second mother. This one, you choose to keep hidden because there is a certain weight there. It hurts more than anyone would ever know. Well, almost anyone. There is someone who knows.
And she's currently glaring at you in utter betrayal.
"How. Dare. You." Liquid golden eyes are boring into gleeful lilac.
"What? You look adorable, Love!" A chortle erupts from your throat and you know you'll be spending the night on the couch. Possibly the rest of this little vacation, but you wouldn't trade it for the world on a silver platter.
You watch as the love of your life stands up out of the impossibly huge snow drift so she can dust as much snow from her being as possible. It wasn't planned, but as soon as you saw it, you knew what you had to do.
Earlier that morning.
There was nothing like waking up in a pile of tangled sheets and the love of your life practically draped around you. For someone as modest as you, Love, you've sure got no problem sleeping naked. The thought smears an endearing smile to your lips and you share it by shifting to wrap your arms around her more comfortably. Her small protests of being moved around a bit make you press your lips to the top of her forehead, murmuring apologies and sweet nothings to ensure she falls back to sleep.
She does immediately.
Glancing upward with a lazy grin, you squint through the early morning sun rays to see that a fresh coating of snow has been granted over night. Being out in the middle of nowhere meant that closing the blinds of the windows weren't an absolute must, but if someone foolish had thought to trod by last night...your grin turns smug then. They certainly got an eyeful. Of course, if anyone was dumb enough to actually interfere, both of you would have attacked with no mercy.
Instead of thinking further on that, you slide your hand up your lover's slender back and further up into her messy head of hair, eyes trained on the world outside that window. Today you will build a snowman. It just has to be done.
With that in mind, you, as gently as you can manage, drop another kiss to a little furry black ear and proceed to untangle yourself from her. "Wer you goin?" She mumbles sleepily and you end up moving your lips to her forehead once more, telling her you'll be right back.
You weren't expecting her to follow once you tied your unruly blonde locks up and padded into the kitchen for breakfast. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was cook. Growing up, you watched your second mom make meals and then for awhile, your dad. You noticed it was something that took his mind off what was happening in the moment and that he genuinely enjoyed it, so you asked him to teach you and teach you he did. Now that you're older, you understand where he was coming from. It soothes you and you're usually amazed at what your hands are capable of.
Among other things.
Your impish smirk and lewd thoughts of last night are interrupted when familiar slim arms wrap around your waist and a cheek lands itself on your shoulder. "Ever get the feeling of deja vu?" You say just as you expertly flip the pancake you've been absentmindedly making up into the air. It lands as intended and you hear the satisfying sound of the hot grill already baking the previous goo.
"I don't recall."
Suddenly you're so glad you weren't about to take a sip of orange juice, or flip another pancake, or anything really because you are much too busy trying not to fall over laughing.
Blake might not seem that responsive to the blind eye. People saw her as anti-social, quiet, demure, and sometimes cold, but sweet Odin is she perceptive! And witty. And a big goof when the time was right and you are impossibly overjoyed that you two met all those years ago. Everyone missed out on the real Blake and you're quite happy with that. Stingy, even.
"I love you so much." It's a breathless declaration thanks to your excessive giggles after a good gut-wrenching laugh and once you safely turn the stove off, you turn in her arms so you can wrap your own around her smaller frame.
"Wait. Now, I got deja vu." After nuzzling into your chest, you find sharp golden eyes piercing into yours. It sends a delicious chill down your spine. "I remember you saying something similar last night. In a higher tone though."
Your smile drops a bit and an instant rush of blood hits your cheeks at the implication. The dirty...Looking away to hide your embarrassment does nothing to quell the giggles she is now freely releasing. You love the sound of her bell-like laughter, but you don't exactly like being the reason for it. Pride and all.
Either way, she wasn't about to get away with it.
After Breakfast.
"Will you go on a walk me me today, Love?" You ask from under the towel currently tousling your hair into an even bigger tangled mess of golden tresses. You're feeling as refreshed as can be after a well deserved shower and now you're ready to actually get out and play in the beckoning snow.
"Not sure I believe the innocence of that question." Dropping your towel around your shoulders, you find your lover delicately drying her own hair, ears turned curiously toward you since you're standing behind her.
"Well, I mean, I was hoping to build a snowman with you." You shrug, eyes falling from her bare shoulders to her lithe waist to- "But if you're not up to it, I guess I can do it alone." Lilac snap away just as she turns and you walk out of the bathroom to where your clothes have been spilling over the drawers since you got here.
"It would be a shame if you went alone." She follows you out and snatches the shirt you were inspecting. It wasn't dirty and there was an instance where you were considering wearing it yourself, but are more than happy to let her have it. You love when she wears your clothes. (That and she once told you: "It's not your shirt anymore. It's our shirt.") It positively melted your heart and still made you grin stupidly when you thought about it. You'd share anything with her.
"That's a yes then?" You watch her pull that shirt over her head, notice the way her ears twitch out of the fabric first and bite back a giggle when she shakes her hair out, knowing it was mainly because of the tickle her ears just experienced. I could watch you all day.
"I guess." She then makes her way past you with a slight pat to your hip.
Outside.
Your plan was a success!
Before you are two handsome looking snowmen. One is slightly crumpled thanks to the size of it, but you're beaming with pride anyway. Mostly because you never resist the chance to show off your strength in front of your lover and this time was no exception. Of course you forgot that compacted snow could be incredibly heavy and you'll need a long soak in the tub later, but you managed to create one of the biggest snowmen you've ever seen. Beautiful.
They aren't, however, as beautiful as the woman standing next to you. Bundled up in the thickest jacket ever with a special hat that accommodated her cute ears nicely. "I still don't understand what these are." She comments, stepping forward and poking the coal you'd stuck on top of one of them.
Without wasting another moment, you go to stand by the one you've been beaming about. "Can't you tell, Blakey?" Your arm wraps around it. "They're supposed to resemble us!"
Golden eyes then leave yours to scrutinize and just after, she's burying her already pink face into her mittens. "Okay. I see what you did there."
What you did was basically make one snowman upside down and the other had more girth at the bottom. Genius if you'd say so. "Bellabooty and the Bimbo strike again." Are your confirmed words that have your lover releasing an uncharacteristically loud groan. Your chortles don't help her at all and you love it.
"I can't believe you dragged me out here just to boost that bully's ego." She was referring to an old acquaintance neither of you had mentioned in a long while, but the saying stuck through the years and now you were too busy laughing to notice the incoming white ball until it was too late.
"Hey, my mouth was open and everything!" Wiping your face free of melting snow, you manage to shoot your lover a pointed look, though you're still giggling about your masterpiece.
"Then maybe you should shut it." She smirks, making you raise a brow. Playful Blake has shown up and you are quick to accommodate by squatting so you can make as many snowballs as possible.
"Maybe you should make me Ms. Bellabooty." Your taunt has her ears flattening. Those alluring eyes have now dilated, body language suggesting a chase of sorts, but you're not about to chase her. Yet.
However, the thought of her chasing you never even crossed your mind until you're crashing straight through the two snowladies you've both spent hours on. First comes shock that she's taken you down so easily, then comes laughter because you've foolishly let your guard down in the first place, and then finally comes the realization that you've just destroyed your hard work of art. (Not to mention, you've successfully crushed all your recently made snowballs thanks to the impact.)
"Oh. You've done it now, Blakey!" You snap to your feet and have your once again uncharacteristically hysterical lover tossed over your shoulder. Lilacs quickly scan the area and once they find your ultimate goal, you trudge through the snow. She doesn't know what's hit her until you hear a squeal come from inside one of the biggest snow drifts you've ever seen.
First, you see and ear twitch out of the snow and then the rest of her head pops out, snow-capped, pink, pouty and all. You're doubled over in laughter for the next several seconds because it is by far the most cutest and funniest thing you have ever witnessed in your entire life.
"How. Dare. You." Liquid golden eyes are boring into gleeful lilac.
"What? You look adorable, Love!" A chortle erupts from your throat and you know you'll be spending the night on the couch. Possibly the rest of this little vacation, but you wouldn't trade it for the world on a silver platter.
Once again, you are tackled. This time though, you're ready enough to catch her and soon enough you two are rolling around in the deep snow and laughing like a couple of love-struck teenagers.
A/N: So, I tried to italicize one of the lines and almost lost EVERYTHING I WROTE!
Was the scariest moment of my life O_o and thank the gods for the 'Undo' button.
Anyway, I'm glad ya made it to the end. This is a bit longer, but I enjoyed writing it so...I hope you liked reading it.
I got the idea from some other story sometime ago where a character was buried in the snow, so I thought, why don't I do my own? It was adorable if I must say so myself. (LUL)
Thanks for reading/faving/following and reviewing. Your reviews keep me motivated :)
Also: Didja catch the thing I threw in there? Didja? (Some of you know what I mean.) I'm pretty proud of it. *ba dum tss*
Let me know what you want to see next. (I mean, besides long A/N's.) Daks out~
