Title: A Window into Winter
Genre: Friendship
Summary: Ian wakes up on a couch with Amy's head on his shoulder.
Words: 328
Ian wakes up shivering on a couch.
The room is so cold. His hands feel like ice. His throat throbs.
He deeply hopes he isn't catching a cold. He'd rather not sniffle around for the next few days while searching up info on J. Rutherford Pierce and dealing with a sadistic Egyptian mau.
One glance reveals to him the source of his discomfort. The living room window is an open slit, through which a gusty early December wind blows.
Something tickles Ian's neck. Long reddish brown strands fly over his collarbone, propelled by the wind drifting in. Ian is suddenly aware of the warmth radiating from the pink sweatpants-covered leg touching his own, of the auburn-colored head pushing down his left shoulder.
Amy stirs and frowns. Ian freezes.
"Close the window," she whispers groggily without opening her eyes.
"It's snowing," he says, and feels foolish for stating the obvious. However, his embarrassment fades when green eyes flash open. Amy blinks a few times, as if in disbelief, before jerking up from the sofa and running to the window.
White blurs fly downward from the sky. Amy sticks out her hand, as if wanting to catch one. After a moment, she pulls her hand back in, only to push the window farther open. White speckles now fly into the room, sprinkling over the couch, the coffee table, Ian…
Ian winces at the sudden pinches of coldness melting onto his skin. "Amy, the computers."
An adorable "oh!" slips out of Amy's mouth. She pushes the window back down, until it is all the way closed.
When she turns around, her face is flushed and her eyes refuse to meet his. Ian feels his lips twitch. Kabras do not use the word "cute" (just as they would never use the words "yolo" or "lol") but he has never felt as tempted as now.
"Let's get back to work, shall we?" he says instead, nodding his head toward the overloaded coffee table.
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