Prompt: "Scarves" + BixLu
Autumn Chill
Autumn in Magnolia was always cold, and Bickslow hated it. He didn't deal well with the cold, which was why he was always wearing so many layers.
With his alarm quickly beginning to give him a headache, he reached out to turn it off, bringing silence to his room once more. If only he could spend the morning tucked up in bed where it was warm. Unfortunately, work called, and Bickslow liked having a job and being able to pay his gas bill.
It didn't take him long to get ready, and before seven-thirty hit, he was finding his house keys to be on his way out. He locked the door, and when he turned around, he wasn't the least bit surprised to find his neighbour Lucy standing at the bottom of the path and waiting for him. She was there every morning, waiting so that they could walk to the train station together and head into the city for work. Sometimes she brought him breakfast that he could eat on the way, and other times it was just coffee. That morning though, it was food.
He rushed down the steps and the path to meet her, and ducked down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Her nose was cold as it bumped against his but her lips were warm.
"God, it's so cold this morning," he said, his warm breath turning to fog before him. "It feels like it's winter."
"It is a little chilly this morning," Lucy agreed. She handed him the small paper bag with the alfoil-wrapped breakfast wrap before they could be on their way, then said, "Which is why I thought you'd want something warm for breakfast."
It had bacon and sausage and egg and Bickslow was remembering why he loved her so much. "You are totally my favourite person ever."
"I know," she giggled. "Oh! I almost forgot." Bickslow was already digging into the warm wrap when Lucy stopped to reach into her purse and pull out the old, faded and stretched scarf that Bickslow had been looking for all morning. "You left it at my house the other night, and I figured you'd want it this morning because it's cold."
Bickslow only ducked his head slightly just so Lucy could lift the scarf over him and wrap it around his neck, securing it with a loose knot. It smelled faintly of lavender when he lifted it up slightly just to bury his nose in it, and he smiled softly as the familiar fabric began to make him itch like it usually did.