AN: Long time, not GWing fix. Well, here is something for those 3xDers
out there. Happy Holidays everyone! And big *hugs* for Mao who betaed.
Isn't she awesome?
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"Snow Angel" by Chiri -------------------------------
It was shortly after they had gotten together when the side of her that he had been expecting blossomed. The previous weeks had been riotous. Scandalous, passionate, and wildly erotic, the media had called it the next "torrid" affair between pilot and politician since the Prime Minister had run off and eloped.
Her smile had lost that cruel, vindictive gleam long ago; it's replacement was soft, gentle. Her facade of a dominate bitch was dropping away from her as was her title of 'ice queen.' The papers claimed it was anything from his influence to her promotion to the new herbal teas she had become so fond of.
The snowflakes drifted slowly to the ground that day. Blue eyes stared over the sofa, watching crystals descend to the Earth. Her eyes turned to him, her blonde hair swishing away from her turtleneck sweater as she stood to face him. With a tug at his hand, she pulled him down to the coat room.
And before he knew it, they were outside. A beret on her head and angora scarf wrapped around her neck, she twirled in the weather; her face was upturned and her tongue stuck out in a childlike manor, she was content. And she smiled up at the sky.
An idea formed in his head, and with a toss, that smile disappeared. White powder decorated her navy pea coat and she looked over to him, bewildered for a moment. But only a moment, because the moment after that a large, powerfully thrown snowball collided with his shoulder. Laughing, he ran for cover behind the shed, ducking not-near-him snow-packed missiles.
Her laughter was clear and it pierced the winter air. Snow was in his hands, waiting. She slowly walked around the corner, cheeks rosy red and breath coming out in puffy clouds. And with that smile, once again. As he let the mass of flakes down over her long hair, her felt a cold mass slide down the back of hs coat.
Wiggling, he yelped, dragging her down to the ground as he tripped over the downspout. Rolling around, the whiteness clung to them. Her dark lashes seemed coated in a really thick, white mascara as she looked up at him. His ears felt chilled, and he was sure among the snow was littered with all sorts of hats, scarves, and yes, his ear muffs.
A mittened hand brushed his a few times before, he glanced over. Sprawled out and moving like she was doing a horizontal jumping jack, she was once more looking up. The white and gray mottled sky continued to let cold specks fall. A few landed on his head and dissolved before he asked her what she was doing. Turning her head to him, red cheeked, white-eyelashed, and grinning she simply said,
"Snow Angel."
And she was.
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"Snow Angel" by Chiri -------------------------------
It was shortly after they had gotten together when the side of her that he had been expecting blossomed. The previous weeks had been riotous. Scandalous, passionate, and wildly erotic, the media had called it the next "torrid" affair between pilot and politician since the Prime Minister had run off and eloped.
Her smile had lost that cruel, vindictive gleam long ago; it's replacement was soft, gentle. Her facade of a dominate bitch was dropping away from her as was her title of 'ice queen.' The papers claimed it was anything from his influence to her promotion to the new herbal teas she had become so fond of.
The snowflakes drifted slowly to the ground that day. Blue eyes stared over the sofa, watching crystals descend to the Earth. Her eyes turned to him, her blonde hair swishing away from her turtleneck sweater as she stood to face him. With a tug at his hand, she pulled him down to the coat room.
And before he knew it, they were outside. A beret on her head and angora scarf wrapped around her neck, she twirled in the weather; her face was upturned and her tongue stuck out in a childlike manor, she was content. And she smiled up at the sky.
An idea formed in his head, and with a toss, that smile disappeared. White powder decorated her navy pea coat and she looked over to him, bewildered for a moment. But only a moment, because the moment after that a large, powerfully thrown snowball collided with his shoulder. Laughing, he ran for cover behind the shed, ducking not-near-him snow-packed missiles.
Her laughter was clear and it pierced the winter air. Snow was in his hands, waiting. She slowly walked around the corner, cheeks rosy red and breath coming out in puffy clouds. And with that smile, once again. As he let the mass of flakes down over her long hair, her felt a cold mass slide down the back of hs coat.
Wiggling, he yelped, dragging her down to the ground as he tripped over the downspout. Rolling around, the whiteness clung to them. Her dark lashes seemed coated in a really thick, white mascara as she looked up at him. His ears felt chilled, and he was sure among the snow was littered with all sorts of hats, scarves, and yes, his ear muffs.
A mittened hand brushed his a few times before, he glanced over. Sprawled out and moving like she was doing a horizontal jumping jack, she was once more looking up. The white and gray mottled sky continued to let cold specks fall. A few landed on his head and dissolved before he asked her what she was doing. Turning her head to him, red cheeked, white-eyelashed, and grinning she simply said,
"Snow Angel."
And she was.