Five.
"Take that, Cobra!" Dan yelled, hurling a snowball straight at Natalie. She ducked and threw one straight back, and it found its intended target: Dan's face.
Amy laughed as Dan shook the snow out of his hair and grinned, running after a squealing Natalie. Then she threw a ball of her own, sending it across the field and smiling when it hit Hamilton on the head.
"Good throw, love," Ian commented beside her.
"Thanks."
A snowball came hurtling back at an impossible speed, and Amy just managed to dodge it. So far, she'd been successful at avoiding the snow. Ian hadn't been so lucky. He'd taken a blow to the chest, and one on the shoulder, and he claimed that they were both from sacrificing himself for Amy. But she knew that was a complete lie, because he'd been a half a field away at the time.
Ian turned his back to her and knelt down, collecting a handful of snow and pressing it into a ball. Amy grinned, making a ball of her own as quickly as she could. Then she sent it flying as hard as she could towards Ian's unguarded back, and laughed when he yelped.
"Hey!" he complained, rubbing his backside. "That's hardly fair!"
Amy shrugged. "You snooze, you lose."
Ian gave her a predatory smirk and threw a fistful of snow in her direction.
"Nice try," Amy laughed, dancing out of the way.
Ian grunted and scooped up another lump of snow, but dropped it just as quickly and charged at Amy. Her feet were knocked out from underneath her, and she fell to the ground with Ian on top of her. A snowball went whizzing above their heads and hit a tree behind them, showering them with snow.
Ian looked down at Amy and grinned. "Hello, love."
"My night in shining cotton," Amy joked.
"I'm told it suits me. Even if it is peasant clothing."
Amy snorted and pulled Ian's head down, capturing his lips with hers. The kiss caught him off guard, and she took advantage of this, rolling him over until she was hovering above him. But her lips didn't leave his, and she straddled his thighs, pressing her body flush against his, using her elbows to hold herself up. His hands slipped under her thick winter jacket and t-shirt, and he brushed her hips with cold fingers. She shivered involuntarily and relaxed into Ian's chest. When he flipped her back over, a spot of dizziness filled her head, and even though she was now pinned beneath Ian's body once again, she felt as though she were floating among the clouds. She felt carefree and alive, rolling around in the snow with her fiancé. Her heart fluttered at the thought of that word, and she felt the unfamiliar weight of the ring on her finger.
Amy wrapped her legs around his waist and knotted her hands in his hair. He kissed with a burning passion, and she moaned into his mouth, lightly scraping her nails along his skull.
"Get a room!" someone yelled, and a snowball hit Ian's back. But he ignored it. There was a feverish heat between them, and between the thick layers of her winter cloak, scarf, and gloves, Amy could feel a line of sweat trickling down her back, despite the frozen air.
More balls of snow pelted them, and Amy felt Ian smile against her lips, pushing further into her until he was all she could feel, all she could smell, all she could taste. His name was on the tip of her tongue, swallowed between gasps for air and the collision of their mouths. It was written across her mind, a never-ending stream of the same word, over and over again. Ian. Ian. Ian.
By the time Ian had pulled away, his back was completely covered in snow, and they were surrounded by a dozen looming figures, all with a threatening ball of snow in their hands.
Through the flush of her cheeks and the swell of her lips, Amy grinned. "Hey, guys. How's the game going?"
"Get off the ground before you start ripping each other's clothes off," Jonah chortled.
Ian looked up at Jonah, then back down to Amy. "I think I'll take my chances," he said, and ducked his head to kiss her again.