Title: City Walks
Pairing: why do i bother
Word Count: 416
A/N: this is my favorite oops
The snow fell from the sky lightly, each an individual flake instead of a clump. The crystal flakes landed on top of Phil, contrasting his ebony hair and dark jacket. His hand was warm in mine, but mine was still cold. He noticed and smiled at me, shoving our hands into the pocket of his coat and pulling me into the nearest Starbucks. He ordered my favorite Christmas drink and paid for it without dropping my still numb and shivering hand. When it was called, he grabbed my cup and shoved it into my free hand, kissing my cheek softly.
I blushed at his public display of affection and started to sip my coffee.
He pulled me back out into the beautiful coldness, giggling and whispering about his Christmas desires. He told me he wanted to spend every Christmas with me a little differently. He told me he wanted to rent a house in the Alps when we get older and go for a Christmas holiday. He told me he wanted to cover every inch of our bedroom ceiling with mistletoe so he would have an excuse to never take his lips off of mine.
"You don't need an excuse for that," I had daringly responded. Phil grinned at me with that specific grin and kissed me square on the nose before yanking me down the pavement.
I told him that I would love to go on a Christmas holiday with him. I told him maybe every inch of our ceiling was a little extreme, only to get his response of, "It wouldn't if each berry represented how much I love you."
We tugged each other along the busy street, talking about nothing and everything. The Christmas music filled our ears and came out through our grins. At one point, Phil had stopped and made me put down my drink, just to twirl me around a few times. People had looked at us and smiled, accepting everything we had to offer. They looked at us, but I only looked at him, and he at me. His eyes were trained on mine and mine on his smile. We laughed and sang along, living just as we knew we always would.
It was a dream come true, an ongoing Christmas present, for I knew that Phil was the one for me, and I knew for a fact we were never going to leave one another. We were happy, and we will remain happy.
Til death do us part.
