Don't freak out, but I am posting two days in a row. Ha!
I really like this one. It's goofy, but I do. I can't help it.
Day 7: Snowball Fight
Fighting leads to snowball fights which leads to kissing. Who can argue with that?
Rating: PG – language
"Damn snow."
"What did you say, honey?" Nancy sits down her knife.
"Snow!" Ned calls. "We've got snow outside."
"Of course we do," Nancy answers as she enters their living room. "You'd know that if you didn't fall asleep during the news."
"I do not!" Ned protests.
"Whatever you say, dear," Nancy responds as she heads back to her cutting.
"I do not."
"Okay," Nancy rolls her eyes. She hears her husband muttering. "You know I have excellent hearing, right, Ned?"
"'Excellent hearing. You know that, Ned. Blah, blah, blah,'" Ned mumbles. "I'm going out to shovel the snow. At least it doesn't mock me."
"Except when you slipped on it last year."
"You know what, Nancy?" Ned stops. "You're not worth it."
Nancy hears the door slam. She chuckles and finishes the vegetables. The detective peaks out the window and spies her husband shoveling. An evil grin forms on her lips, and she rushes to the hall closet.
Ned is muttering to himself as she sneaks up behind him. Nancy scoops a handful of snow and tosses it at his head.
"Ow! What the hell?" Ned turns and growls as he sees Nancy. "Are you serious right now?
Nancy purses her lips. "Hmm. Yeah."
"That's it."
Nancy is on her back before she knows it. Ned drops on her a pile of snow, and Nancy thrashes away.
"Still love the snow, Nance?"
"Only when it's in your face," she throws another ball, and it connects with Ned's face.
"Likewise," Ned launches a torrent of snowballs, and Nancy ducks behind a bush.
She races around the house and feels Ned steps behind. A snowball whizzes by her head, and Nancy backs into the wall. When Ned sneaks by, she drops snow down his shirt and rushes away.
"Get back here!" Ned calls.
"Never," Nancy shouts.
She can hear his feet crunch in the snow. His arms wrap around her, and they crash to the ground. Cold, wetness shocks her as she feels snow sliding down her shirt. "Foul! Foul! It's in my bra!" Nancy frantically knocks out the snow. "You douchebag."
"Ha! Serves you right."
Nancy pouts for a second before bursting into laughter. "Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Hey," she slaps him.
"Doesn't work for us?"
"Yeah, no."
"What about this?" Ned connects with her lips.
"Mhm, I think I could deal with that."
"Good. Then you won't mind a few more," Ned presses kisses on Nancy's lips, and she's certain she wouldn't complain if she could.
