A/N: Thank you to those who have read and reviewed? If you have time, I'd love to know what you think :3 this idea came from the OTP prompts tumblr, and is rather random. I copied and pasted the lyrics from google, so I hope they're right! (But changed the 'he' to 'she' so it fits the characters better!). It's Connie/Rita, and I hope you enjoy it! X
In reply to the request for another Connie/Grace one shot, there definitely will be but I'm still working on ideas!
~Mini Peacelet~
Wintry Advent
16. Snowman
'Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly happy soul, With a corn cob pipe and a button nose, and two eyes made of coal.
Frosty the Snowman, is a fairytale, they say. She was made of snow, but the children know she came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found, For when they placed it on her head, she began to dance around!'
The human beneath the snowman costume danced with passion around the bedroom, swirling and skipping to the melodious tune. Her long, chestnut-coloured hair cascaded over the pure white material of the attire, bouncing on her shoulders as she hopped forward.
'Oh, Frosty, the Snowman, was alive as she could be; and the children say she could laugh and play, just the same as you and me.
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, look at Frosty go.
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, over the hills of snow.
Frosty the Snowman, knew the sun was hot that day, so she said, "Let's run, and we'll have some fun now, before I melt away."
Down to the village, with a broomstick in her hand, Running here and there, all around the square, sayin', "Catch me if you can."
She led them down the streets of town, right to the traffic cop; and only paused a moment, when she heard him holler, "Stop!"'
She tripped over a pile of clothes that lay in a crumpled cluster - belonging to her partner, obviously - but it didn't dampen her spirits as she leapt back up to her feet and continued to sing with her rich chords and jig around the spacious room; with the carrot nose arched to the side from when she had crushed it during her tumble. A zealous grin polished her features as she completed the festive song merrily, immaturely waving - cute and sensual - then toddled away into the distance.
'For Frosty, the Snowman, had to hurry on her way, But she waved goodbye, sayin' "Don't cry, I'll be back again some day."'
Rita rubbed her eyes sleepily as she roused from her harmonious slumber, squinting at the strident rays of winter sun that glided effortlessly through the petite gap in the good quality curtains, welcoming dawn and chasing the remaining traces and shadows of dusk away in a scamper. She caressed her pounding head - she had definitely had a couple too many last night - and rotated her head to perceive her partner who was studying her tablet intently and immaturely erupted into a spell of giggles as she reminisced her dream.
"What are you laughing at?" The brunette diverted her piercing orbs from the luminous screen to the aspiring nurse, a perplexed frown succumbing her features as she observed her deflate into the memory-foam mattress in a helpless bubble of merry laughs, "Rita? What's so funny?" The authority was increasing in her tone as she demanded to learn the reasons for the younger female's abnormal laughter.
The nurse shrugged futilely as she convulsed with her giggles, "It was just my dream!" She stuttered, chortles capturing her breath and depriving her lungs of the oxygen they desired, "about you!" She added.
The former heart surgeon's curiosity was amplifying, suspicious and apprehensive for the content of the blonde's dream that regarded herself, "Care to enlighten me? Please." She requested sincerely, rich orbs fixated on her lover who was attempting to compose herself, badly.
The blonde propped herself up on her elbows, gazing at her boss with traces of nerves, "Well...you were dressed in a snowman costume - which is extremely flattering, you know - and you were dancing around our room singing 'Frosty The Snowman'." A smirk graced her lips as she promptly grasped a feather pillow, clutching it to herself as some sort of weak defence, fearing her girlfriend's reaction and bursting into fresh laughter as she recalled the dazed event.
Connie puckered her flawless brow into an impeccable arc, "A snowman, really Rita?" She attempted to maintain a solemn manner, mortified at the prospect that her lover had hallucinated her clothed in a snowman outfit singing a festive record. But internally, she was creased with laughter at the wild and humorous contents of her partner's vivid imagination. However, she was mumbling curses under her breath because she now had the tune repeating itself irritatingly in her mind.
She nodded fervently, "Yes! And it was definitely you, because the snowman was even wearing Louboutins! And then you tripped over in them, over my clothes."
The clinical lead preserved her deadly serious expression for a moment longer before she couldn't contain her laughter anymore and burst into giggles as she imagined herself in Rita's dream, now also wearing her favourite designer heels. "Well, that doesn't surprise me. You are virtually the messiest person I know!" The thought was hilarious. She mentally concluded that she could twist the dream to her advantage and torment her girlfriend at the same time, rehearsing her initiative.
"Rita..." The brunette pursed her lips together momentarily as she twirled a lock of her dark hair around her fingers elegantly, "Are you sure that was a dream? It could well have been reality, you - we - were so drunk that it is always a possibility..." She teased with a delicate smirk, recalling that the nurse had ingested far more alcohol than herself last night and had totally been away with the fairies. She had managed her drink more tactfully and had definitely been the more sober of the couple.
The nurse inclined forward rapidly, propping herself up on her elbows are glaring at the older female with great concentration, "What? You can't be serious." She scoffed, "It was just a dream." She stated matter-of-factly.
"But was it?" The doctor taunted, "We are all capable of practically anything whilst intoxicated, and we all do stupid things. So maybe I did genuinely dance around in a snowman costume and my Louboutins singing a drunken version 'Frosty The Snowman'. But then again, maybe I didn't."
"Connieee." Rita groaned in shear frustration as she untangled her limbs from the linen bedding and tossed the covers back, authentically beginning to believe that her dream had actually happened, "Tell me the truth, now." She demanded.
"I'm not telling you anything." The former heart surgeon refused, falling back against the mattress innocently and observed Rita's action as she climbed out of bed and cautiously approached the wardrobe - the most logical hiding place for a snowman outfit, if it even existed - and gradually prised the door open.
"There's nothing in there." She exhaled a lengthy sigh of relief, finally believing that she wasn't cracking up whilst still mildly intoxicated with booze after last night. "So it was just a dream..."
Connie shrugged, reluctant to give her partner an answer of satisfaction, "Maybe. But who said I'd hide it in the wardrobe? That is like the most sensible and obvious place." She smiled subtly and grasped her iPad between her fingers, returning to what she had previously been studying.
The blonde rushed out of the room and pounced down the stairs and searched for the costume that she thought was from her dream, peering in every hiding place she could physically think of. But she didn't find any trace of the snowman attire. She sprinted back upstairs and back into the bedroom where she glared the the clinical lead who glanced up smugly, "It was just in your dream." She clarified and continued to scroll on her tablet.
Rita growled in fury, "You are so mean!" She hissed.