Disclaimer: Not yet, but soon… soon I shall own Gundam SEED! There is nothing the mutant gophers won't get for me! Nothing!

Miriallia giggled at the look of frozen shock on the blonde's face as he tried to shake the snow out of his shirt. Having grown up away from earth he hadn't had many run-ins with snow, while she had spent her first few years on earth, and had managed to retain her knowledge into her adolescence. She blew him a raspberry and turned to walk away, skipping slightly, when she was pelted in the back with a ball of snow. Spinning around she glared at him and quickly bent down to ball up some snow. She carefully aimed, and threw, only to have it fall several meters short of her target. He grinned at her and shot her a 'better luck next time' look. She huffed as she leaned down to grab another handful of snow, telling him to 'kiss her 100 natural ass'.

"Would you like me to?" He asked, an eyebrow quirked up. She glared and pelted him, managing to hit him square in the chest. He threw two more at her, while she managed to hit him again. They exchanged blows for a while longer, stopping when they were both exhausted and slightly cold. Miriallia laid down in the snow and spread her arms and legs out to the sides as far as they could go. She received a quizzical look from Dearka, but ignored it and glided her arms and legs back together through the snow. She continued for a while longer until she was sure her imprint had been firmly made. She looked at him expectantly, holding out her hand as if asking him to help her up. He grabbed it and pulled her up, ensuring that her whatever she'd made remained in tact. Noticing him examining her design, she explained that it was a snow angel. He understood immediately, and grinned his cocky grin while making his way to the 'head' of the angel. He kneeled down next to it and drew two horns coming out of it. "Snow devil now." He grinned at her. She glared at him and kicked some snow in his general direction. He picked her up effortlessly and meandered towards a rather large snow bank with her struggling to get out of his hold. He let her down, causing her to fall a few feet into the snow before hitting the bottom.

The next day, Miriallia was laying on her couch holding a hot cup of chicken noodle soup, glaring at Dearka while sniffling and sneezing, while he was sitting by the window, mentally cursing her for being a pathetic natural. Oh the joys of young love.

A/N: I liked the way this started off, but I think it kinda spiraled down, and I really dislike the ending.