Setting for this one: post Spartacus: War of the Damned
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
"You promised me… what did you call it again?"
Agron couldn't help the smile that graced his lips at Nasir's almost pouting look.
"Snow."
"Snow, that was it. What you promised me."
Nasir knew he was behaving like a spoiled child but the rain had been pouring for days. Days! Everything was wet and soggy and you couldn't get anything done. A simple task like walking to the barn to feed the animals was sheer torture. Where was the white blanket of this marvelous new thing – snow, he said to himself – he had been so eager to see?
"Apologies schatz. You know I would fight the gods to make you happy but I cannot control the weather."
Agron moved closer to the earth and stoked the fire before continuing.
"And you will regret such wishes once it starts. The impossibility to keep warm will make you bite your own tongue for uttering such foolish desires."
A small, sensuous smile slowly found its way across Nasir's features at hearing such words.
"I thought that was why I kept you for."
Slowly turning around to face his love, a matching smile on Agron's face before replying.
"I thought I served many purposes. But pray tell me, why do you keep me around? Is it to keep you warm… or to bite your tongue?"
Walking over to stand in front of his giant lover, Nasir allowed his hands to roam up his arms and over his shoulders, slowly caressing the muscles, before curling them around the back of his neck and tugging him down for a kiss.
"Make your choice."
