AN: I wrote this because I've been feeling really upset and fluffy Finchel makes me happy :). I then realized that I could turn it into a chapter. So here you go.
F: Fall
Her lips taste like the fall—spiced apple cider and gingersnaps and the cold. They taste like memories and cinnamon, and so many things that he wishes would never fade because they are so sharp in his mind right now. And her fingers, that are cold from being outside, find their way into his hair just as his hands grip the back of her head. They delve deeper into what should have been a simple kiss. All because they can never get enough of each other.
The sun is setting and they sky is that color of greenish blue that only happens when the days are short like this. They are both cold, their fingers a little numb from their twilight stroll. But neither of them cares because the leaves are falling like a rain of golden stars around them, and they are warm in their lover's embrace—lips tasting like the endless possibilities of a long night, and warm cider, and young love in the city of endless possibilities.
AN: Happy Halloween :)! It would really make my night if you reviewed… ;)