A/N: A proper bit of snow angel fluff.

Winter wasn't so bad in Pawnee, save for the unbearably cold mornings and the occasional wind chill so bad that Andy's beard froze on his face, but April usually only dealt with those winters by staying in and ignoring the stupid snow. Now, with Andy, he wanted to do things. Like, actually going outside and doing stuff that wasn't walking to the next warm building where they could fall asleep bunched up together until a waitress kicked them out. If he was anyone else, April would have given up altogether.

But for reasons April probably wouldn't ever be able to figure out herself she had fallen in love with someone that, at that moment, decided the best thing to do at five in the morning in the middle of December was to go outside and make snow angels.

"You only own sweatpants and cargo shorts," April scoffed.

"So?" Andy looked confused, picking out two pairs of sweatpants and throwing one to her. "Here's your snowpants."

"Why the hell did you wake me up for this?" she shook her head but slipped the overly large sweats on anyways.

"It's almost Christmas and we haven't even made snow angels once!" he shouted, and somewhere Ben was likely groaning in agony at this new interruption.

"Because this weather is dumb, and it's way too early," she grimaced, throwing on a coat and a pair of Andy's boots. "Besides, snow angels are stupid."

Andy tilted his head in silent disappointment, walking out ahead of April with one glove and a thin hat on. April was just going to stand there and watch him flail his arms in the laying snow, then she could go back to sleep and enjoy her weekend. It didn't help that she was still a little drunk from the night before, and when the cold air hits her face she feels that vague dullness in her head even more. Thankfully everything's still fairly cloudy, the sun refusing to rise yet, and Andy immediately becomes more vibrant.

He dashes across the small yard and flops down in a pile of snow, a fluffy haze shooting up and falling back down on him. Again, April's thankful it's dark because he's got the biggest, dumbest grin on his face, shouting for her to join him, and she just might be smiling too. Probably not, though.

Shivering, April crosses her arms and stands a little closer to watch him. Andy does that strange, lying down jumping jack motion until he's sufficiently coated in snow and there's a shape around him that kind of looks like a gigantic winged bell.

"Are you d-done?" she asked, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. "It's f-freezing, dude."

"What? I only made one!" he shouted, likely waking at least one neighbor. "C'mon, babe, you'll love it!"

"No thanks, I'll just stand here," April shrugged her shoulders up, trying to ward off all the shaking cold.

"It'll be super fun," he crooned from the yard, rolling over to a fresh patch of snow to start a second angel.

"You look like you're having fun for the both of us," April hugged herself harder, tapping her feet impatiently with Andy still rolling around in the snow.

He definitely looked like he was having enough fun for the two of them. His nose was bright red and he probably had a ton of powdery snow in his pants and boots, but he was lying down with his eyes closed and big grin on his face. April felt like she was supposed to hate that his giant, lovable puppydog face and smile made her lips move of their own accord to match his, but she really couldn't. She just couldn't find the will to do anything other than slowly walk towards him on the ground.

There wasn't much space for another one where Andy was lying down, but when April walked over in the crunchy powder he laughed and stuck out his hand for her. Taking it, she let him pull her down onto the ground and roll the both of them onto a thin patch nearer the house. April hesitantly let her arms out, Andy with his arms around her waist and letting his legs do the sweeping motion of the angel's robes, and flapped them around until she felt even dumber than she had for waking up.

She felt like an idiot but Andy was definitely smiling and laughing, and he was holding her so close while they made their combined snow angel, that it just seemed like the right thing to do. Eventually they stopped and when Andy pulled her up with him, they took one look at the monstrosity they'd created and April chuckled when his face split into another massive smile. The wings were tiny little things in comparison to the head and legs, like a deformed little Tinker Bell.

"That looks terrible," Andy laughed, his arm still around her.

"It's the worst," she agreed, before the shivers took over again. "Hey can we go inside? It's still super cold."

"I knew you'd love it," Andy said as they walked inside and kicked a veritable mountain of snow out of his boots and onto the foyer floor.

April didn't answer him, instead leaning up on her toes to give him a very light kiss. Taking that response in stride, Andy let that weird, almost coy curve of his lips turn into a lingering on hers until he was almost bent over her. Together, they got rid of the snow and the makeshift winter gear, finding their way to a hot shower in the early December morning, the misshapen snow angels outside a pretty good idea now that April thought about it.