Steven had been caught in the rain. As he opened his splintering wood door, his other hand shook through his wet hair vainly. With misty glasses and clicking teeth, he hurriedly stepped inside, sighing when the atmosphere was warm and the air was a mixture of delicious aromas and the home-sweet-home smell of nicotine.

Charlie was in the living room. His grey socked feet crossed and laxly set on the glass coffee table. His arms folded behind his head as he stared to the white textured ceiling, his cigarette turning into a stack of precariously balanced ash that tumbled when Steven entered. He was still cold, twitching up and down trying to keep his circulation going with a slightly damp newspaper under his arm. He moved in hurried steps, every so often a particularly shuddering breath would suck in a swollen lower lip before breathing it back out again.

Charlie's arms unfolded, lining the back of the couch and soon Meeks was curled up in the curves of Charlie's side, a single arm now draped around his damp neck as the warmth from the fire in the living room hearth and Charlie started to ease the chill out of him. Meeks forgot about the newspaper under his arm as he nudged his face into Charlie's warm chest. He released a sound of protest when Charlie leaned forward, taking his body heat with him, to stub out his cigarette but then returned. He didn't finch when Steven's cold nose pressed into his neck with a small murmur or satisfaction. The most Charlie did was slide Meeks's glasses off, snagging them once behind Steven's cold ear before Charlie cleaned them with the hem of his shirt beneath his grey heather sweatshirt and gently threw them to join the ashtray.

He returned to the attentions of Steven, smirking to see his eyes closed. With a soft smile, Charlie touched their noses together gently and Steven's amber eyes opened slowly. There was a shared breath, intimate before the spaced closed between them and Charlie had Steven in a slow languid kiss. Charlie was too comfortable to inform Steven that dinner was ready as they nuzzled each other silently. The only nose was the melting silver of the rain politely tapping on the window and the occasional purring meow from their chocolate Siamese that had decided to jump up on the couch and join them; curling into Charlie's much dryer lap.

Charlie's hand ran over Coon's soft fur before he tilted his head on Steven's wet hair . It would dry in time.