A/N: I should probably mention how -15 degrees Celsius is soo not cold. You're talking to a Canadian girl… By the way, we don't live in igloos. Yes, I've actually been asked that. (siighh) Oh, and I recommend listening to a nice old, cheesy Bing Crosby version of 'Let it Snow' as you read the last half of the story. (laughs!) I have this thing about snow and romance- they're both fluffy, and… romantic. XD I love this. Enjoy!

Chapter Title: Let it Snow!

"Sara!"

"Nicky!"

Long raven locks flew gracefully into the air as a slim woman dropped her carry along bags abruptly upon exiting the airport gates, leaving them discarded in the hall as she sprinted to the handsome cowboy that awaited her in the crowd of people just outside. The huge smile on her face caught several stares as she fell into his arms as if they hadn't seen each other in years.

"Oh, honey… I missed you so much!" Sara threw her arms around Nick's body, pulling him closer even than he had already pulled her, never once removing her eyes from his.

"I missed you too, more than you know. I can't believe you're back…" His smile dazzled as he fought back the tears that had formed in his eyes, his hands moving to cup her slender face. "Oh Sara… you look so thin…" He couldn't help but notice that her already slight frame seemed to be even leaner than before. "Have you been eating? Sleeping? Honey,-"

"Nicky, Nicky… stop, I'm fine, really. The last few months have just been stressful…" She buried her head in his chest, knowing he was still looking at her worriedly. But unless she was mistaken, he too seemed thinner; his cheekbones and jaw more prominent, his waist smaller as she held her arms around him… "You're thinner too…" Looking up, she saw him raise his eyebrows.

"Naw…" He gazed offhandedly at the bicep that was covered partially by his tight fitting t-shirt, trying to gauge its possible… shrinkage. "You think so?" Sara raised her own eyebrows.

"You haven't noticed?"

"No, actually… I haven't stood in front of a mirror for ages." He smiled gently at her, capturing the lips he'd missed so much in a delicate kiss for the first time in months. "There hasn't been anyone to look good for…"

Sara couldn't help but giggle at this. That didn't sound like the Nick Stokes she'd known years ago. It seemed he had matured; realized that life really was too short to worry about trivial things like barely noticeable cowlicks in the morning. She figured perhaps she could use the same excuse.

"Yeah, well…" He felt her whispers on his lips. "...same here." And again the space between them was closed, Nick running his hands through her dark locks as they touched, each movement desperate as if the other were terrified they'd be separated again at any moment. It wasn't until they realized they were nearly alone in the emptied terminal that they slowed down again, Sara's cheeks turning only a slightly pink hue as she looked around. Oops.

"Sorry, s'cuse me, this yours?" An old caretaker had snuck up behind them and nudged Nick with the bag Sara had left just up the hall earlier. They both jumped, and the caretaker gave a good natured chuckle and apologized, seeming a little embarrassed for interrupting so suddenly after their rather… involved reunion. He had, of course, been watching… a 'young' couple caught in a little lip lock was much more interesting than the dizzyingly identical floor tiles he cleaned on a daily basis. "Sorry."

Sara managed to gather herself. "Yes, thanks. Sorry for leaving it up there. Just…" She looked uncomfortable, but humored the man before her. "Well, y'know. Thanks." The caretaker handed her the bag, nodded, and went back to work, trying not to grin. Nick, on the other hand, didn't hide his chuckle.

"I guess we were longer than we thought." He took Sara's bag from her, giving her an insisting look when she tried to argue. "Let's go get your luggage?"

"Alright." She gave a tightlipped smile, trying to look everywhere but at him, eventually jabbing him playfully in the ribs as they stepped onto the down-bound escalator to where the luggage belts were.

"So, how do you feel? Do you have jetlag?" Nick asked Sara as they jumped into his Denali, shivering from the uncharacteristic cold of the afternoon.

"Hmm, well, not really… I mean, the flight was about an hour long, even with delays. Why, do you have something in mind? It's quarter after four…"

"Well, everyone will want to see you, and they've all gone out for a late lunch… or in our case, an extremely early breakfast…" Nick yawned. "Are you feeling up to it? Maybe just for an hour, then we can leave… That way, we don't have to deal with them for the rest of holidays…" He cocked an eyebrow suggestively, and Sara laughed. He hadn't seen her look so happy in a long time, especially given the events of the past while. Even her voice on the phone didn't seem at all perky. Then again, he'd been much the same way.

"Yeah, okay… sounds fine to me. I'm not really hungry though…"

"When's the last time you ate, Sar?"

"Lunch!" Sara answered defensively, trying to sound as if she resented his truthfully caring inquiry.

"…alright. Well, they're probably already done eating, anyway. Maybe call Greg? See where they are?"

"He won't freak out, will he?"

Nick chuckled tiredly, shaking his head a little as he willed himself to keep staring at the road. "He uh… might. He thinks he misses you more than I do. Err, did. Still do. --You know what I mean…"

She smiled a little, touched. "I love you," she whispered into his ear as she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, picking up his cell phone from the cup holder as they drove… wherever. "And I missed you too. Knowing that I'd eventually come back home… and that you'd stillbe there kept me going every day."

Nick felt a shiver slide slowly down his back, and he suddenly felt strange, biting his lip. But he smiled it off, and Sara didn't seem to notice as she dialed Greg's number into his cell.

"Sanders."

"Tadaima!"

"…Sara? Is that you?"

"Yes Greggo; I'm home."

The team had already been for lunch by the time Nick and Sara were anywhere close by. Apparently after leaving the restaurant, Greg and surprisingly Warrick had talked everyone into throwing on a pair of ice skates a nearby hockey rink. A little unwillingly, Nick drove them there; his hand clasped in Sara's the entire time as she hummed excitedly to the tune of the radio. He hadn't seen her look so happy in a long time; not since they first got together. Her thin face seemed to be set in her beautiful smile, and he found himself smiling with her, unable to feel at all troubled with the prospect of putting on a pair of skates for the first time in a good twenty years at least.

"What do you want to do tonight? Christmas Eve?"

"Hmmm… I have a few ideas…"

Nick laughed. "Do tell…"

Sara grinned wider at him, and managed a little wink before he started tickling her at a red light. "You—" …she keeled over giggling, swatting Nick's hand as she tried to speak with great difficulty. "You first!— Ah, stop it! Ahahaha!"

"Well…" He shot her a dazzler, and a mischievous look to match. "I thought since we're lucky enough to have some snow this year, we could put it to use…" Sara sighed in relief as he finally stopped tickling her, and eyed him suggestively, wearing a smirk now.

"A nice walk in the moonlight,"

"A nice snowball fight in the backyard—" Nick tried to speak just a twinge louder than her, but she ignored him as best as she could, stressing her next idea a little more…

"Making snow angels, and using drops of hot cocoa to make eyes and smiles…"

"Maybe a few tackles into snowbanks…" He elbowed her lightly as he finally hit the gas again when the light turned green.

"But it might be cold outside…"

"You know the best way to warm up—" Her dark eyes twinkled as they met his, and she noted again the suggestive raising of his eyebrows, though he tried to keep his gaze on the road.

"I seem to recall someone telling me it was body heat," she answered laughing, deciding then was the perfect time to crack open her window ever so slightly… Nick noticed and got the tease, rolling his own down just a little further than hers. Somehow in the process, his finger managed to slip ever so slightly, and he hit the driver control button for Sara's window, lowering it fully so the cold wind poured into the vehicle, blowing her soft curls from her face as she winced in discomfort.

"Niicckk! That's cold!" She whined, trying to roll up the window with her own power button, but it seemed he'd put the lock on. "Nick, I'm freezing!"

"OHH, the weather outside is frightful…" Ignoring her cries, Nick slid down every window in the SUV, including the moonroof and broke into song in sheer delight, tiny snowflakes blowing into the car from all directions, covering both their heads, and eyelashes…

"But this fire we share is so delightful…" Sara couldn't help but laugh at how he changed the words, despite the little shiver that was running down her spine as she watched Nick, grinning profusely as she considered singing along; but she'd never been the singing type.

"And since we've no place to go…" Nick managed to laugh out, swinging Sara's hand between them, encouraging her to sing as they flew down the strip, still being pelted gently with snowflakes in the surreal winter wonderland.

"LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!"

By the time they pulled into the arena parking lot, Nick had Sara dancing with him to the door, twirling her around as they tried not to slip on the ice and snow. They both seemed to be glowing; their cheeks pink in the cold and their noses red, as they finally fell together again, laughing and so jovial to be back in each other's arms after nearly four months apart.

"God, I love you." Nick laughed as he caught Sara when she fell for the third time, mid pirouette. He pulled her close and they just stood there together, smiling and listening to one another's heartbeat as the snow continued to fall all around them.

"I love you too," she replied, burying her cold face in his warm neck as they started to sway again. He grinned, and continued his little tune…

"As long as you love me so…"

"Let it snow, Let it snow…"

He captured her lips with hers, feeling her smile as he ran his hands through her snowy curls.

"Let it snow…"

A/N: Okay, so nothing really happened; but hey, you got some nice Snickers fluff, with more to come! Ahh, how I love happy bits. :) I do hope you enjoyed; I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but you know… real life. I totally prefer this version of life, though. More soon.

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Until Next Time, (and let it snow!)

-Sahariah