A/N: It's cold as hell here today, and that's literally all that inspired this little bit of fluff. Seriously, why is it so frigid on the East Coast today? Whatever, I hope you guys have fun with this one because it's literally just a super saccharine 1k.

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Andy's busy trying to figure out how the stupid thermostat works, and if they even have any gas to heat the house, because the only thing he's hearing from April is how much she hates the cold. She hates a lot of things, he's learning. With Burly out for the weekend April decided she would stay with him for a few days, and in this early stage of their relationship he was definitely not going to complain. Except for the times when she started talking about how much she hated everything because that was always a bummer, so he'd try a bunch of different ways to get her to have a better outlook on them.

Syrup was an easy one, and a surprising one considering how messy she otherwise was, and all it took for her to get the hint of it was him mentioning cautiously that it's good for a lot of different things. She definitely liked that, and he wasn't going to complain. Other things, like all the reality shows he watches, were a different story. And, as it turns out, she really hates being cold. It's not even winter yet, but the chilly Fall morning isn't particularly comfortable for her – sitting on the couch, legs crossed and brought up, rubbing her shoulders and bouncing in place – so he's taken it upon himself to work this out.

"Andy, seriously," she complains, "it's, like, five degrees in here. How do you deal with this?"

"Well," he starts, pressing a button and seeing no response on the little screen, "Burly usually does all of this stuff. Like, y'know, buying things and making sure that it's not freezing in here."

"Didn't he tell you how to do that?" she sounds a little incredulous, looking at him like he's insane.

"No," he takes a step back to survey the small white square.

"Ugh," she groans, putting her head in her hands.

If he was going to be honest, Andy had no idea if he was even supposed to be in the house over the weekend. In fact, it was a little strange that the front door was locked. April managed to pick the lock, after a couple seconds of being pissed at Andy until the cold of the night would get a lot more oppressive than either of them wanted, but what they didn't realize was that getting inside wasn't much better of a plan.

Pressing another button, Andy realized that the thermostat wasn't going to respond any time soon to his attempts. Even he knew what that meant – it wasn't going to be getting any warmer any time soon. When he sat down on the couch, April gave him a cold stare that told him she knew the same thing. Then another idea seemed to dawn on her judging by the change in her look, and Andy wasn't sure if the small smile was good or not.

"All right, I don't wanna freeze to death in here," she says as she pushes herself up from the couch.

Instead of leaving like he figures she would, because keeping April interested in sticking around him proves to be one of the hardest things Andy's ever done in his life, she walks over in front of him. Pushing him back into the couch, she furls her legs up in his lap and manages to find a position where she's sitting on his lap and facing him at the same time without it feeling like a contortionist's nightmare.

"Yeah, this is pretty comfortable," she sighs, digging her head into Andy's chest and nuzzling his neck after a few seconds.

Andy doesn't hesitate to put an arm around her and sit there, enjoying the comfortable closeness. He's a little surprised at the innocence of the whole thing, and how content she seems being there, but that's no problem for Andy. That's what's originally on his mind at least until she doesn't stop moving up from his neck to his jaw, bringing her lips to a stop at his mouth. The slight heat from her breath warms his lips, making them stand out even more to him – making this seem even more of a ridiculous situation than it already was.

"Hey," he looks down at her without moving his head, trying not to focus on how good she looks all bundled up next to him and staring at him with intent bright in her eyes.

"Hey," she whispers back, trailing off hastily when she finally closes the minute distance between them.

One thing he's sure she likes is kissing. April likes it quite a bit, if the frequency of it is any indication. Basically any time they're not saying something – and sometimes when he's something and she's being quiet – she suddenly kisses him. Sometimes it's intense, and there's a lot of biting and tongues and he can barely keep up with her, but then there's times like this where she just sort of grazes her lips against his and there's barely any force behind it. She closes her eyes and he can hear, and in this circumstance feel, her exhale deeply when their lips meet. Andy doesn't really know what to call it other than tender, and that just sounds so weird in his own head that he pushes it away.

But then her hands are on his shoulders and she's pushing her chest up against his in an attempt to get a better position on his lap, eventually settling on a barely different posture than before. She pulls her head back, rolling her lips and looking at him intently and he's not sure if there's supposed to be something he's supposed to say here or not. It's all kind of weird to Andy, on top of everything else, that April occasionally has these moments where she seems to let her guard down and become someone else. Not a completely different person, April was still there, but like she removed a mask and let him in for a little while.

It was, and in the cold air it made him laugh, pretty cool.