A/N: Special thanks to: ohnoitisKatie, MaroonAngel of Darkness, Walker of Nothing, Bebedora, Chelles Rosales, jaffa3, and Mystics Apprentice, my lovely beta reader. :)

~ They were exactly like yin and yang; they complimented each other perfectly... They were balanced. At least, that was what she liked to tell him. ~

Y. - Yin and Yang

The streets were silent and dark. If Squall had been able to feel the biting cold February wind, it would have made him even more grumpy. However, the snow had done a great job at numbing all his senses.

Lucky him.

It was past midnight when the brunet man finally arrived at his apartment. Not only was his face numb by then, but he'd lost sensation in both his fingers and toes, even if those parts of his body were fully covered. Needless to say, the man had some trouble opening the front door.

As soon as he'd made it inside (it already felt as though his fingers were being punctured by at least a thousand invisible needles), Squall didn't waste any time taking off his heavy boots and leather jacket before heading to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar; he already knew that she had left it open for him, so he could sneak in without waking her up. The man felt a pang of guilt at the realization that Rinoa had been waiting so long for him, without him knowing that she was there. Squall had given her a spare key to his apartment about a week ago, so that she could let herself in any time she wanted. Needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise to find her lying in his bed, curled up like a child. He made a mental note to make it up to her tomorrow.

After noiselessly changing into more comfortable (and dry) clothes, he crawled in his bed, careful as not to wake up his girlfriend. When he threw a glance at his angel, he saw that she was still sleeping soundly, her rosy lips parted slightly. Her smooth, midnight-colored hair was fanned over the pillow, a stark contrast of black and white...

Not that you could see much of it in the dark.

Countless minutes passed, but Squall didn't manage to fall asleep. No matter what he tried, he just couldn't get rid of the cold. It was as if it had followed him to his bed, deciding to perpetually clamp itself to him like a leech. He let out a frustrated huff when another shiver ran down his spine. He hated winter.

Apparently, all his tossing and turning had been a little too wild, because suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his chest. "Rough night?" she muttered, sleepily.

He didn't have enough energy to utter more than a simple, "Mhmm."

"That's too bad."

By now, the brunet could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of his shirt. It was then that he came up with a conclusion. They were exactly like yin and yang; they complimented each other perfectly... They were balanced. At least, that was what she liked to tell him.

He couldn't agree more with her, because, even now, there was enough proof of that. Squall closed his eyes and let the tingling sensation of the warmth that she provided spread through him. It seeped through his shirt and reached his soul. If happiness could take a form, then this was probably what it felt like on his skin; warm and pleasant like the sun.

Rinoa kissed the back of his neck, which was the only spot she could reach. This elicited another blissful emotion that he couldn't describe in words, exploding like fireworks somewhere near his stomach. She buried her face in his back with a content sigh, making his heart both flutter and tap dance wildly. It wasn't the fact that she willingly warmed him with her body—giving him a chance to share the uncomfortable cold with her—that made him feel so deliriously happy. No, it was this unexpected gesture that showed how much she loved him. Her touch managed to reach his cold heart and made the wall of ice around it melt. She was the only one who made him feel this way: complete.

...He was turning into a total sap, wasn't he?

However, this brief moment of happiness had to end there, as his girlfriend suddenly put her icy cold toes against his foot, making him jump visibly at the contact. How she had managed to get them that cold under the blankets was a mystery to him.

Her warm breath tickled his ear when she whispered, "That's for coming home late, Mister."

Despite everything, it made him smile. "…I guess I deserved that one. I'm sorry, Rin."

She hummed. If he thought that she would let him go that easily, he was horribly wrong. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that he couldn't possibly see in the dark, she lifted up his shirt and started rubbing her even colder hands over his bare stomach. That was all it took for him to lose his mind completely.

With little effort, he managed to pin her hands above her with his own, before shooting her one of his famous looks. "That, however, was uncalled for."

Of course, the brunet man couldn't stay mad with her when their gazes locked. Well, he hadn't been crossed with her to begin with. All he ever felt when he looked at her was love, unexpected but pure.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :)

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