White was the only color Roy could see as he gazed out the windows of the car. It had become sort of a tradition for him and his lieutenant to have dinner together when they got home from missions and it was her turn to host.
"Wow, it sure did snow while we were gone."
"Yes it did sir." She agreed.
"I thought we agreed to no formalities off the clock." He whined when he heard the word sir.
"Sorry Roy." She apologized emphasizing his name.
He couldn't help but smile.
When they reached her home they immediately started on dinner.
"So what are we cooking good looking?" he asked with a goofy grin.
She rolled her eyes at his comment and answered "I was thinking spaghetti."
Normally she would put him to work but since it didn't take much to make spaghetti she settled for making him set the table. As dinner cooked they talked about every thing and nothing. The two had grown to be close friends over the years they had served together but he was itching to show her how much more they could be. But when you're in love with a strict sharpshooter that's easier said than done. He had tried getting her attention in subtle ways like complementing her and such, but she either ignored him or didn't notice. He had thought about it the whole way home; even if it got him shot he was going to let her know how he felt.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked interrupting his thoughts.
"Nothing important, why do you ask?"
"All of a sudden you got this determined look on your face." She answered, always vigilant "Anyway dinner is done."
The meal passed without incident and afterwards he decided to turn up the charm when she asked how the food was.
"It was perfect." He said "But not nearly as perfect as-WHAT THE HELL?!"
Right as he was about to try his hand at flattering her the power went out.
"This can't be good." She muttered.
"What could have caused this?" he wondered aloud.
"I have a theory." She said gesturing to a nearby window.
He looked out and what he saw made his jaw drop.
A full fledge blizzard was raging outside. Snow and ice had built up on the power lines until they snapped from the weight and the roads were buried.
"Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" he asked.
"Of course not, I'll go set up some where for you to sleep and light some candles."
As soon as she was out of sight his face broke into a huge grin; for once the weather was working in his favor. He walked into the living room to find her setting up a bed on the couch by candlelight.
"I don't have a guest room so I'll sleep out here and you can use my bed." She when she heard his footsteps.
"Riza this is your house, you can sleep in your bed."
"I couldn't make you-." She started to argue but he cut her off.
"You're not making me."
"All right if you insist." She sighed "I'm going to get another blanket is there anything else you need?"
"Just one thing." As he captured her waist in his arms and brought his lips to hers.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He said with a bright smile as he admired her face in the candlelight.
"Just as long as I've been waiting for you to." She answered with a smile just as bright.
If the house got cold that night without electricity neither of them noticed. They were nice and warm wrapped in blankets and each other's arms.
This idea came from a personal experience. When we lived in Illinois there was an ice storm that knocked our power and boy did it get cold. Please review and let me know what you think!