A/N: Well, that took a while...I got stuck when I was rewriting 'Spring,' so my apologies. So, here's the next set; hopefully it won't take as long for the eighth one...

Winter

"Rosto." He glanced over at her when she said his name.

"What?" The way she was glaring at him over a report, he was sure that he had done something wrong.

"Stop that." He sighed, realizing that she meant that she wanted him to stop flipping the coin in his hand and letting it hit the table. He put the coin down with a plunk. She continued to glare at him until he shook his head.

"Oh, don't give me that look. It ain't winter yet, and we certainly don't need ice." Said ice disappeared when he got up and planted a kiss on her lips.

Spring

That night, Beka found it absolutely hilarious that she walked in on Rosto when he'd fallen asleep reading a book in bed. His reaction to the sudden noise she made was to jerk awake, throw himself out of bed, and slip into a fighting position, ready to spring in need be. When he saw her, he instantly relaxed, though he did give her a slightly annoyed look as he sat back down on the bed and picked up the book he had been reading. Beka just smirked at him before joining him and reading over his shoulder.

Summer

Since it was summer in Corus, it was hot and blazing in the Lower City. It was only Rosto's second summer in Tortall, and he still wasn't used to it, even when it was halfway through the summer months. He'd taken to leaving his shirt mostly unbuttoned in an attempt to combat the heat.

Rosto had to admit that he was rather pleased with some of the results of doing so. For one thing, Beka blushed every time she caught sight of him. He loved making her blush like that…

Fall

Ironically, it was the following autumn when Rosto somehow managed to fall down the stairs (no one was quiet sure exactly how it had happened, not even Rosto himself). He broke his ankle, and the healer had made his housemates confine him to bed for two weeks while it continued to heal after she had done her best. Rosto was not pleased, until Beka came by with dinner for the two of them. She had even made sure it was his favorite. He couldn't help wondering if breaking his ankle was a good thing.

Passing

It was around that time when the people of the Lower City found out how involved the Rogue and the Terrier were. Some just turned their heads and didn't care, some quite resented it, and others even said that it was just a passing fancy for the two. Those who thought so eventually found that they were wrong. It wasn't just a passing fancy for either Beka or Rosto.

Rain

It was rainy in the Lower City for most of that autumn. Beka liked it for the most part, as long as she didn't have to go out in it. That was just a pain. What she really liked was when Rosto would come up behind her and wrap his arms around her and whisper 'I love you' in her ear. They watched the rain for hours after that.

Snow

And then it started snowing. That was most annoying for Beka, even if Rosto didn't mind. That is, until he walked out of the lodging house and had a huge pile of snow fall on top of him. Brushing as much as he could off, he looked up to see Beka's dark blond head disappearing back into the building, a grin plastered on her face.

Lightning

With his usual lightning-fast speed, Rosto stooped to pick up some snow, darting back into the building. There was no way Beka was going to get away with that. He had snow down the back of his shirt now. When he managed to get up the steps and into the shadows between his own doorway and the stairway, he stopped and waited.

He watched Beka very carefully pick her way down the stairs, her eyes alert. Somehow, she didn't see him and proceeded past the landing. Rosto sprang then, making sure that she received the same as she had caused him – cold, wet snow down her shirt. Her shriek was cut off when she whirled, slipped, and fell straight into his arms and a waiting kiss.

Thunder

A loud crack outside jerked Rosto from a sound sleep. When he glanced at the closed window, he saw another flash of lightning, and the crash of thunder seconds after. He made a disgusted noise, to the now awake Beka's amusement. Rosto was did not like thunder, but the kiss he got from Beka was worth being woken up pointlessly for.

Storm

Beka never envied Rosto the Rogue – he dealt with so many cracknobs, and had to act the part of a cruel heartless man when his friends knew he wasn't. Rosto was kind, friendly, and (when alone with Beka) loving, even if he was still a rusher. When he was the Rogue, he indeed had to be harsh and cold, and it scared her stiff at times. She did not envy the storm in his mind and heart when he was acting at the Rogue…

Posted 8/10/08