A/N: Hey guys! Here's a Christmas present from me to you! I hope you enjoy it!

This man was intoxicating!

Carter just wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. The part of him that was buried deep, very deep, within him proclaims that Horus was the best thing to ever happen to him. But seeing as this part was buried, he ignored it.

Horus had turned into a drug for him. Addicting and bad for his health.

Toxic.

Looking at his personal drug, his heart seemed to stutter and his cheeks became warm as if he was flustered. Horus was very bad for his health!

After this third date, no more.

The next time they see each other will be at the wedding. Then after that they can go back to their normal lives. Or as normal as they could get.

Assured of his plan, he decided to loosen up a bit. Not to be as tense and enjoy himself more. In a way, he owed it to Horus. Besides his evilness, teasing, and overall arrogance, Horus has treated him right. Paying for everything and never taking it further than teasing. Actually, now that he thought about it, he trusted Horus now. Despite the man's playboy reputation…Horus' burning gaze was focused on him almost all the time. No wandering eyes or stories in the morning papers. Could it be that Horus was trying to do right by him? Going on the straight and narrow?

"Gah!" yelped Carter as he lost his balance and fell on to the hard ice. Hissing, he rubbed his now sore hip as he sat up. Why were they ice skating?

"Here," spoke Horus holding his hand out to help him up.

Without hesitation, Carter's hand slipped into Horus'. Two dates ago, that would've never happened, but now it was as natural as breathing. It also didn't hurt that Horus' hands were so large and warm. A perfect contrast to the cold air around them.

Back on his feet, Carter used Horus to help stabilize his place. He barely noticed the arm slipping around his back.

"Careful. I don't think you want to fall again."

Carter snorted. "No, I don't think so either. Why did you pick ice skating of all places?" He yelped as he lost balance again. Fortunately, Horus' arm was still in place and held Carter up.

"Why not ice skating?"

"Simple. It's cold, it hurts to fall and I can't skate. Period."

"Can't skate, huh?" asked Horus amused, eyes lighting up and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Did you miss my last two falls?" Carter gave him an 'I'm not impressed with you right now' look.

"No, but you're missing what's happening right now. Look around you, Carter."

Carter did and was amazed to see that they were skating! He was skating! Actually skating!

He looked down at his legs, as they moved in a somewhat graceful transition. Was this really all he needed to do?

"Careful!" spoke Horus gently, keeping them upright as Carter stumbled. He cheeks flushed. How could he stumble over something that wasn't even there? Forever the klutz! "Don't put so much thought into it. Here." Horus, way to easily, spun in front of him, grabbing his other hand. "Just focus on me."

"But-"

Horus shook his head. "It's alright. I can skate backwards."

Trusting Horus, Carter nodded. If he wants to skate backwards and be crazy, go for it. Facing forward, he took in a deep breath, swallowing the urge to demand to be taken off the ice, and started slowly forward again. He focused on Horus like he was told. I was surprisingly easy to skate. Well, his grip on both of Horus' hands were increasingly tight and bit on his lip, but other than that they made a few rounds around the rink.

"You're doing great, Carter," complimented Horus.

"Thank you," he blushed, adding more to the pink on his cheeks and tightening his grip when he felt himself slip. Damn embarrassment!

"I think you're ready to skate yourself." Horus gently released Carter's hands and skated away.

"What? No! Evil man!" The kids skating beside him giggled as he grumbled under his breath. "No warning whatsoever! Does he really think I…well I am still skating, somehow. No. Stop! Don't think about it! I can do this. Just…just think of Horus. Yes. Horus. See, I can do this." He laughed in happiness as he made it around the rink all on his own.

He looked around to see if he could find his date. Horus would be so proud!

But there was no Horus…where did he go?

Did he leave?

"Horus?" Carter winced when he heard the dejected tone, but that was exactly how he felt. As crazy as it seemed. He…wanted Horus.

SLIP!

Carter closed his eyes and tensed up, readying for impact. But instead of meeting painfully cold ice, two toned arms slipped around his waist and a warm chest pressed against his back. His eyes snapped open and he looked over his shoulder.

"Horus!" he exclaimed in surprise, warmth and happiness spreading through him.

"I got you," chuckled Horus, keeping them moving.

"Good," nodded Carter, leaning against Horus. For once he wasn't thinking about why he hated the man or how evil he was.

No.

In this very moment all he thought was how he loved the feel of Horus embracing him from behind, his warm breath puffing against his cheek. This was nice.

But of course he had to ruin it by sneezing and somehow in his very clumsy way, slipped out of Horus' arms and fell on that hard ice. He cursed when he jarred the same bruise from his earlier fall. He just had to sneeze and ruin a perfectly good moment!

After this third date, no more.

Carter flinched. Why was he enjoying himself? He shouldn't be so happy and content to be in this man's arms!

Horus is evil, isn't he?

He didn't make his heart beat like crazy or skip a beat.

He didn't make him feel safe and protected.

Horus didn't make him feel the want or need to have him close.

Nothing.

Looking up from his clumsy sprawl on the ice, he locked eyes with Horus' amused ones, but the next second something shifted on Horus face. Carter wasn't sure what it was, but he does know it made him hurt inside.

"Are you alright?" asked Horus, holding a hand out.

"I…" Carter swallowed, all his emotions caught in his throat. "I'm fine." He got up on his own. "I think it's time I went home." Avoiding looking at Horus' face, Carter somehow made it to the edge of the lake, climbing through snow to get to a bench to take his skates off.

Somehow he was able to change back into his boots, once again secure in his walking abilities, and handed Horus his borrowed skates.

"Thank you for letting me borrow these. I- I had fun."

And with that he left.

Horus watched his fiancé's back disappear through the throng of people in the park. He sighed, falling gracefully on the bench Carter sat on not moments before. Dropping the skates, he rubbed the back of his neck trying to think where he went wrong. Going back to the very beginning of their date when he led Carter to a sports shop to grab the smaller man some skates.

I'm buying.