Chapter five

Micky rolled over and opened his eyes. He then tried to get his eyes to focus on the unfamiliar room as he mentally wondered where he was and how he got there. An arm wrapped around his middle and then a small grin emerged on his lips as he recalled the final events of the night before. He turned slightly to see Trixie sleeping next to him with some strands of long red hair neatly lying across her face. His grin broadened as an image of the two of them wildly kissing while tearing each others clothes off as they entered the room, came into his mind. Trixie shifted in the bed next to him, letting out a very soft sound. In her sleep she muttered Micky's name, filling Micky's smile with pride. He then flashed back again to the night he shared with her. While picturing Trixie on top of him as she arched her neck and back, moaning out his name, he then began to run his fingers gently through her hair. Micky brushed the hair out of Trixie's face and then softly kissed her on the forehead

Trixie opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. A sleepy smile formed in the corner of her mouth as she looked back at him.

"Morning."

She snuggled closer to him "Morning Micky." She yawned "What time is it?"

"I don't know. We knocked the clock off the night stand last night, remember?"

"Oh yeah." A small giggle came through in her voice "I guess it doesn't matter. The other guys probably aren't up yet any way."

"You know, on our way up here we decided that I was going to share a room with Peter. I like this sleeping arrangement better." He paused to kiss her "Of course with Peter, he makes sure that you're nice and tucked in before you go to sleep."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. But I'd still rather be in here with you. You don't sleepwalk." She playfully hit him with a pillow "Ah! Hey! What was that for?"

Her only reply was a giggle that was stifled by the blanket. Micky laughed in his throat as he leaned in to give her a kiss. As they kissed, they pulled the blanket up over them to create a nice warm cocoon for the two of them. Right as Trixie let out a giggle, someone had knocked on the door. Trixie poked her head out from under the blanket and she looked towards the door.

"Who iiiiiiis iiiiiit?" She sang

"It's me, Mike. Hey we were planning on going skiing soon. Have you seen Micky?"

"Oh Micky?"

Trixie twitched and tried to hold back a giggle as Micky kissed a spot on her body from beneath the blanket.

"Well I, uh," She giggled "I don't see him right now." She reached under the blanket and lightly slapped Micky "Micky stop!" She whispered

"Ok well if you haven't seen him…" Mike paused to take a step away from the door "Wait well Peter says Micky wasn't in the room when he woke up. Would you know where he is?"

"What am I his mother?" Micky continued kissing her on the lower half of her body, causing her to twitch to his light touch "Why don't you go look for him? Maybe he went outside."

"Yeah well he left his coat and shoes in here if he did."

"Well I don't know what to tell you, then!"

"Ok I guess I will leave you alone. If you see Micky tell him to meet us outside."

"Ok I will!"

Trixie laughed to herself after she heard Mike walk away. Micky poked his head out from under the blanket and looked at her.

"You mean he didn't know I was in here?" He asked

"I wouldn't say that. He probably knows but he's just not saying anything about it."

"Well." He kissed her "Let's let him not say anything then." Another pause to rub his nose against her nose "And even if he was to say something that's just fine by me."

"Well then, Micky." She scooted up into sitting position "If the other guys are up now, we might as well get up too."

Micky let out a small groan of displeasure "Alright. If we must."

He rolled off of her and acted as though he was going to pull the blanket off of him. Instead he lay his head back down on the pillow and snuggled deeper within the blanket. Trixie poked him hard in the side with her index finger.

"Ah! Alright, alright! I'm getting up."

She snickered "Good."

She got out of bed and quickly got dressed. Micky sat up and stretched, scratching his sides. As Trixie brushed out her long red hair she watched as Micky slowly got out of bed. When he was finally out of bed he stood there scratching his head and looking at the clothes he had worn the night before.

"Oh Micky." Trixie shook her head with a grin "Just put those on and then go out there to where you put your suitcase and get something to change into. How is that so hard?"

"Not that it's hard… it just seems like a lot of work."

Trixie rolled her eyes and then left the room. A moment later she returned to the room with Micky's suitcase in her hand. She tossed the suitcase onto the bed before leaving the room again. Once he was dressed, Micky entered the main room, expecting to see the other three guys there with Trixie ready to rag on him over his sleeping arrangements. But much to his surprise and relief the only one to greet him in the room was Trixie. The other guys had already gone outside by this time. He and Trixie then put on their shoes and coats and went outside to join the others.

Not too far from the cabin was the perfect ski slopes. There were plenty of other people on the slopes with the same idea as the group of five. Trixie wound up hanging out with Mike and Micky on one part of the slopes while Peter and Davy took off on their own. Peter wandered around with his skis, taking in the pure beauty of the snow covered scenery. He whistled to himself and watched as little puffs of his breath floated in the air before him. Being outside in the cold weather, surrounded by beautiful white snow, was a nice change of pace for Peter. It made him much happier than the constant sun and warm temperatures. (Not that California's weather wasn't nice.)

Using the ski poles as supports while he glided across the snow, Peter smiled softly to the crunching sound of the snow beneath his skis. For just a moment Peter stopped in order to look around him at the snow covered nature. He took in a deep breath and smiled. Right then he laughed to himself, remembering the harmonica he had in his pocket. He took the harmonica out of his pocket and began to play a little tune. Part way through the song he heard a sweet voice joining it. He paused and looked around. Standing just a few feet away from him near some trees was a lovely blonde snow bunny. She smiled at him, meeting his brown eyes with her royal blue ones. His dimples showed up along with a smile of his own.

"Hello." He said through his dimples

"Hey there. You going to continue playing?"

"Oh! Sure!"

Peter began playing his harmonica again with the girl singing along. After a minute or so their song ended and went right into conversation. As they talked, Peter felt a great connection with this mysterious blonde beauty. He thought to himself that he had never connected with any other girl quite like he had done with her. However, part way through their conversation, she looked at her watch.

"Oh! I hate to say this but I have to go."

"So soon?" Peter asked with a slight pout

"Yeah sorry. But hey why don't you come by my cabin later tonight and have some hot cocoa or something?"

He smiled "That'd be great."

She told him how to get to her cabin before walking away.

"Hey wait! What's your name?" He called after her

"It's Crystal!"

Peter watched with a smile as she walked away. When she was out of his view he leaned against the nearest tree with a contented sigh.

Over on another part of the slopes, Davy was wandering around by himself. He often took the time to stop and take in the scenery around him. Unlike Peter's nature scene, Davy's scenery mainly consisted of people. Of course there was nature all around him but it wasn't what Davy was focusing on. He had stood still in one particular spot where he could view a group of very lovely looking ladies. As he stood there he made sure to stand in a pose full of cool machismo, unaware that he actually came across as cheesy. A pair of beautiful girls came walking his way, carrying their skis in their hands. Davy smirked at them and they giggled to themselves as they walked past him. He merely shrugged this off and went back to watching other girls.

A skier coming from behind him came to a fast stop. This caused a wave of snow to whoosh over Davy.

"Ah! The bloody hell!" He shivered as snow went down the back of his coat.

He heard a sweet laugh and then he turned to look behind him. Standing there with a bright smile was a beautiful tall blonde. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

She giggled "Oops. Sorry about that."

"Well no 'arm done. It's only snow aftah all." He paused to fully look at her "So wot brings you here?"

"Well I was supposed to meet someone but I guess they're not here."

"Looks like you've met me instead." He held out his hand for her to shake "I'm Davy."

She grinned as she shook his hand "I'm Crystal. Nice to meet you, Davy."

Davy had to look up in order to look into her sparkling blue eyes. But he found it easy for him to stare into her eyes, despite the height difference between the two of them. As the two of them began talking, Davy felt butterflies in his stomach. He often had to swallow and found it difficult to speak. Later on he would have to admit that much of the conversation completely washed over him as he found himself to be lost in her beauty. It had been a long time since he felt this way while standing before a gorgeous girl so Davy didn't quite know how to handle himself.

Once their conversation had ended, Davy and Crystal parted ways. The entire time that Davy walked back to meet the others he held a smile upon his face. When everyone had reunited they all shared their own stories about what they had done that day on the slopes. Peter and Davy were both very happy to share their stories about the girls they had met, completely unaware that they had been talking to the same girl. After all their stories had been shared everyone headed inside the cabin to warm up.