Hey all! Happy 9th day of Christmas. This one-shot is walks the line of being cannon and AUish.

Enjoy!

Glittery

Zoe sighed, sitting on the steps for the carriage house, watching the gatehouse across the pond. They needed to talk, and yet she's being too chicken to walk over there and say anything to him. She thought having a glass of wine would have helped her get the courage to March over to him, yet the glass of wine sat next to her on the steps untouched. She wanted Wade to know that everything she said was because it's how she felt and not because of the alcohol in her system.

"Come on, Zoe, you can do this," she said, trying to encourage herself to get up and walk the short distance between where she is and where she needs to be at.

"Whatcha doin', Doc?" Wade asked, stepping into her line of sight. He didn't want to come off as a creeper, but he did see that she seemed to be in some sort of conflict with herself and he wanted to give her a little space to sort it out before approaching her.

"Wade!" She scolded, grabbing her chest at him coming from seemingly nowhere.

"Doc," he retorted with a smirk, leaning on the railing for the steps. "I knew you were crazy, but we might need to be worried now that you're talkin' to yourself and all," he teased.

"Someone thinks he's a comedian tonight," she dryly remarked.

"Ouch," he pouted, grabbing his chest. "That one hurt," he pointed out, taking a seat next to her on the steps. "Seriously, though, what's goin' on?" He asked, nudging her leg with his knee.

"What makes you think anything is going on?" She asked him, avoiding eye contact with him.

"A few things," he nodded. "The eye contact, the untouched glass of wine, the talkin' to yourself part, and maybe because the second I made my presence known, you got all tense," he listed off. "It can't be that bad, Doc," he soothed her, reaching over to lace his fingers with hers, leaving their joined hands in her lap.

"It might be," she retorted.

"I'll never know if you keep it bottled up," he quipped out, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.

"I don't want this to sound bad, but we need to talk, Wade," she confessed, her nerves wanting to come out and stop her from saying more.

"Okay, I won't take it any other way than we need to talk," he slowly told her, stopping himself from thinking about the worst possible scenario in why she wants to talk and about what.

"I like what we have, Wade," she told him, turning to face him. "I like you a lot, heck, I love you, but," she sighed, wanting to think her words over.

"But what, Doc?" He asked, giving her hand a squeeze.

"A snow globe," she stupidly said, causing him to frown. "You know how you turn it upside down and shake it up to make it a winter masterpiece?" She asked him.

"I don't think I would use masterpiece," he chuckled. "But I know how a snow globe works, what I don't know is how it has anything to do with us," he told her.

"Because that's how you make me feel. All my emotions are mixed together, and it scares me, but I realized that I am addicted to the feeling of not being in control of my feelings towards you. That every single touch sends shivers all over my body, that I crave the effect you have on me, Wade."

"Doc, that's how I feel about you. All crazy like," he chuckled lightly. "You've somehow managed with your crazy New York self to decorate my heart in love," he whispered, pulling their joined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.

"You light me up brighter than the star on your tree," she commented, seeing his brightly lit Christmas tree from the steps of her porch.

"Hey now, I am proud of that tree," he stated, offended, the smirk on his face giving away to him joking.

"You shouldn't be," she teased, leaning into him. "Your kisses, Wade," she started to say cutting herself short.

"What about my kisses?" He questioned, watching her cheeks turn pink. "How do my kisses make you feel?" He asked, softly, grazing his lips over her lips.

"Like they were made for me. My own special gift," she confessed with a whisper, against his lips.

"You can have them anytime," he smirked, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, well maybe after we discuss what this is between us," she told him, breaking the moment they had going on.

"I believe I told you that I love you and what I want is to have you. What do you have in mind?" He asked, almost afraid to hear what she had to say.

"The same thing," she nodded. "I want all of you, Wade. No sharing, no wondering where you're at or with whom. I can't do that," she sighed.

"Zoe, you're the only one I have been with. The only one I want to be with. Between work and filling our needs together, I haven't been anywhere else," he assured her.

"I know," she nodded. "It's just when we started this and even now we didn't label what we are, and I want to make sure that we're on the same page." She didn't want to be thinking one thing only to find out he's been on a different page, and she ends up with a broken heart.

"I'm right here with you," he said, pulling her into his arms. "What we are is one smokin' hot couple," he smirked. "I didn't think labels we're important but clearly I was wrong," he sighed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We've been dating and with labels that makes you my girlfriend, the one I am crazy for," he shared.

"Well boyfriend," she smirked, pulling away from him and standing up. "Let's go heat things up inside," she winked, holding her hand out for him.

"Now that's an offer," he smirked, picking her up bridal style and carrying a laughing Zoe inside the carriage house.