A/N: This song isn't technically Christmasy, but it was released with "The Preacher's Wife," so I've been told it counts.

For Amelia because I don't think one ice skating fic is enough.

Watching Negaduck practically run away from her made Gosalyn reconsider her offer. Maybe forcing her father and Negaudck to celebrate Christmas together wasn't, you know, wise.

But if they saw that they could spend one day — even just a few hours — not at one another's throats, maybe they would think twice before wrecking the park and fighting on an ice rink in front of innocent bystanders.

Idiots.

"Darkwing's on his way to S.H.U.S.H.," Max said, approaching with a gentle smile.

She nodded and checked her phone. "So's Launchpad. He's flying straight from Spoonerville to check on Dad." Gosalyn sighed and glanced around, just in case there was another villain who was gonna jump out of the bushes. But all was quiet. "We should go, too."

She stepped around Max to take her skates off, but he put a hand on her arm, stopping her. When she glanced up, he was still smiling. "Let's go on our date."

Gosalyn raised an eyebrow. "After my father had to be escorted to medical for a possible concussion?"

"I mean. I guess that's true." Max shrugged. "What can I say? You skate well. I'm impressed."

"I'll skate well tomorrow." She tried to walk to the bench again, but Max stepped in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"We have the whole rink to ourselves," he pointed out. "Shame to waste that."

"Max, this place is a crime scene."

He sent her a mischievous smile and he knew what that did to her knees; it was a good thing he had his hands on her shoulders or she'd be a puddle on the snow.

"Five minutes won't kill anyone," he said.

"Not now that I separated those two," she said around a sigh.

"So we might even have ten minutes." Max's eyebrow quirked upward.

Gosalyn pointed a finger to his chest. "Five minutes. Then we go to S.H.U.S.H. to check on Dad."

Max grinned as he sat on the bench and tugged on skates. "Absolutely."

Gosalyn hadn't had the chance to take off her skates yet, so she returned to the rink. "I'm not gonna have to catch you from falling every five seconds am I?" she asked.

Max tied his skates and carefully walked over, only wobbling dangerously once. "Here's hoping."

With a sigh and steeling herself to keep a wary eye on her boyfriend, Gosalyn held out a hand to steady him as he stepped onto the ice. Max took it, his fingers tight around hers.

Gently pulling him onto the ice, Gosalyn watched his feet, ready to dart to whichever side he toppled down on.

As soon as his blades hit the ice, Max pushed off smoothly, one foot stretching in front of the other effortlessly.

Gosalyn, who was skating backwards to keep up with his momentum, glanced up at his face. "You know how to skate."

Max grinned and released her hand, holding both of his up as if to brag about not having to use them. "Sure do." Turning around so he was skating backwards alongside Gosalyn, he sent her a smug look. "I competed in the college X-Games."

She smirked. "Looks like you were pretty good."

He shrugged. "I won all four years, so. Yeah. I was okay."

She snorted. "Just okay, huh?"

Max slowed his pace, Gosalyn matching him until they came to a stop. Holding out his arm, Max sent her a smile when she wove her arm through his. He tucked his arm against his side, ensuring Gosalyn's hand was secure.

"You can decide for yourself," he said.

Then he shot forward, keeping Gosalyn right alongside him.

She'd never realized how nice it was to do an activity with someone who was as athletic as her. Launchpad, although he stayed in good health, had never been sports oriented. He was too clumsy and prone to crashing. Her father had his own intensive workout routine, but he was otherwise too busy crimefighting to take part in sports. Not to say he hadn't helped her out with her sports as she'd grown up, but he didn't jump at the chance if another activity was on the table. He was much more of the video games type of dad.

Usually Gosalyn had recruited the Muddlefoot boys to play sports with, but Tank cheated and Honker was never particularly good at sports. Or anything physical.

But with Max.

He was taking initiative with turns and spins, unafraid of falling or taking a misstep. There was the surety of a professional athlete about him. How had she not seen that before?

Sure, she'd seen the half pipe in his backyard in Spoonerville, but a lot of kids had sports equipment installed at home that was used with less frequency as they got older. So she hadn't thought anything of it.

And they hadn't done anything athletic together over the past year. Their jobs exhausted them, Max's mentally and Gosalyn's physically, so any time they got to spend together was more relaxed. Dinners. Video games. Comic books. Binge watching shows or having movie marathons on long weekends. They had a lot of movies to catch up on, after all.

But now that she knew that he was an athlete and a good one at that…. So many more date possibilities stretched out before her.

Max, who had been leading them in tighter and tighter circles, released her suddenly only to grab her hand and spin her around on her own. When she spun to a stop, Max was there, wrapping an arm around her waist. With a soft smile, he pushed onward, leading them along the edge of the rink.

Gosalyn leaned into him, a thrill shooting through her when she felt them moving in sync. "You're not too bad."

Max chuckled. "I always aim for just above average."

She looked up at him as he glanced down to her.

He was so close.

If she stretched up like this and he leaned down like that—

"Hey!" came a faraway voice.

Max and Gosalyn both stopped on a dime and searched for the source. A police officer was making a beeline for them, yelling, "The park's closed!"

In a flash, Max and Gosalyn had left the rink and were yanking off their skates. Before the officer had even gotten halfway to the rink, the two of them had their regular shoes on and were running out of the park in the opposite direction. The officer called for them to stop, but the young — and athletic — couple was too far ahead.

They ducked out from under the police caution tape surrounding the park and burst out laughing. They jogged down the sidewalk to ensure they'd put enough distance between them and their pursuer.

"I think we took longer than five minutes," Gosalyn panted when they finally slowed to a walk.

Max grinned, studying her with soft eyes. "Still wasn't long enough."

"We can go back," Gosalyn said brightly. "Especially now that I know you can take care of yourself on the ice." She looked up at him and asked, "Why didn't you say anything? About being athletic or the X-Games or any of it?"

Max blushed. "I may have wanted a big reveal where I got to show you in person what I can do. This was, uh, the only thing I could think of that wouldn't give away my intentions."

She smiled up at him. "Well, you're pretty amazing, Max Goof."

He smiled and entwined their fingers together. "I'm all right."

She pulled him to a stop rocked onto her toes to kiss him.

When they broke apart, Max was still smiling. "Let's go see how your dad is."