I don't own any of the characters. They all belong to the author of the series. This story was written by Walking Shadow, but since they have no account here, I was allowed to post it.

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Tinfos didn't want to worry too much. The snow didn't seem to stop falling outside the window, and she heard reports on the radio warning of ice. She'd managed to get back to the flat before things really started getting bad, but Høland had to work later.
With each squeal of tires she heard on the road, she tried not to wince.
She turned off the burner to the stove, and stretched her arms over her head. Everything felt sore lately, between work and the season itself. While it was nice to curl up beside her lover in bed, the reason for it, the cold, was utterly annoying, especially when he tended to yank the blanket off in his sleep.
She felt guilty over the fact that they had had an argument that morning over it, Tinfos cranky, tired, and not wanting to go to work. She had needed something to take it out on, and there he was.
Høland hadn't screamed at her, but he had wrapped his scarf tightly around his neck, and slapped on his paperboy hat with a huff before storming out. She'd felt satisfied in a petty manner, at the time, but now she just wanted to see his foolish face safe and sound.
The front door opened, and Høland entered, shivering and knocking snow from his coat and boots to the floor.
"Sorry about that. Roads weren't very easy on the way back."
She smiled reassuringly at that, and gestured toward the kitchen. "I made dinner, warm soup for a cold night."
He sighed at that. "Thanks. I didn't get to stop for anything on the way home." Taking off his gloves, he continued, "It's looking worse out there. We probably won't be going anywhere tomorrow."
"We can manage," Tinfos said, spooning soup into a bowl for herself.
After a pause, he began, "Look, about this morning…"
"What happened was my fault, no two ways about it," she admitted, taking her bowl over to sit down at the kitchen table, "I'd just wanted something or someone to snap at, and it happened to be you. I'm sorry about that."
"I appreciate it, but I wasn't perfect, either." Taking off his hat, he sat down before her. "I shouldn't have just stomped out like that. I guess we're all a little stressed now, with it being winter weather and all."
"Perhaps, then, we could take tomorrow to enjoy the good parts of it?" She offered, taking a spoonful of the soup. Too much salt, she noted, before taking another one.
"Snow angels?" He asked, and then shook his head.
"No, thank you." She chuckled. "I was thinking of curling up on the couch with you, perhaps watching a film with some hot chocolate."
Høland teased, "Will you wear your pink robe tomorrow evening, then, as well?"
Tinfos indicated herself with a hand. "Me in all of my glory."
He chuckled at that. "You look lovely to me on any day."
"Charmer!" She shook her finger at him.
Catching her hand, he lifted it to his lips for a gentle kiss. He blushed, actually blushed, and she couldn't help but find it cute. "You know, I'm really grateful to have you in my life. You make my days brighter."
"Then I will be happy to stay in it," she reassured, patting his hand, and feeling content that he was safe with her in their warm flat.