A/N: Hi! This was requested anonymously as "Nose kisses."
Yes, that brand of dumb. Enjoy!
It may have been the silliest thing he's ever suggested. In front of a fire, while it was snowing outside. What a cliché .
"Andy, no, this is dumb," April whines, not giving an ounce of a fight with his arm thrown around her like this.
"It'll be like the penguins," he complains, and April rolls her eyes (Eskimos, you dork) but doesn't say anything. "I swear it'll be cute!"
"Andy–"
She means to complain more, but between the warmth of the fire, Andy's body, and in her chest, it's really difficult to be annoyed with Andy. It's especially hard considering they're alone, in Ron's former cabin, and she's punch drunk with him and a little drunk otherwise.
So, really, it's hard to imagine complaining when Andy leans in, a chuckle at his lips, and brushes his nose gently past hers.
Her face glows red hot, and Andy grins with that haphazard, drunk candor.
"You're s'posed to do it like this," she says, and pointedly taps the end of her nose against the end of his.
April really should have been annoyed instead, because for all the joy in the world she assumes lives in Andy, she couldn't imagine anyone more thrilled than him at that tiny gesture. It was in his eyes, and didn't stop for anything let alone the rosy, tipsy cheeks he bore, or for the smile that, truth be told she did sigh heavily but internally at the thought, wooed her.