a/n: written for the OTP Week Challenge
gold - autumn - 216 words - T - Romance
Autumn.
They are dancing in the leaves, red and orange and burnished gold, and they are laughing like children as they kick into the crackling piles and land amidst the heaps, hearts hammering and breath racing and cheeks red from the cold.
He places butterfly kisses on her cheeks, his touch warming her skin instantly. She wraps her arms around his neck, their scarves (green and black) splayed out all around them like puddles of color. Leaning in for a deeper kiss, she slips her hand into his coat, unfastening the buttons, and he sweeps her up in his arms (still kissing) and carries her into their house. With the smell of fall still on their clothes and hair, they fall into bed together, mouths locked, and are happy.
Later, they will lie there, propped up on cozy pillows with each other for warmth and mugs of hot cider in their hands, and they will bask in the after-sex glow, look into each others' eyes, and smile.
Little puffs of steam rise from their glasses, condensing into fluffy clouds, smelling of apples and spice and tree-leaves and love.
.:.:.
They are dancing in the leaves, he with a scarlet jacket and she with golden leaves woven in her brown hair and everything is finally perfect.