Loke finally returned with the groceries. He dropped the bags in the kitchen to be sorted out by their other roommates and then he stripped his body of the heavy outer layers that he needed for warmth. The temperature had dropped another ten degrees over night. Soon, the snow would have pilled so high outside that it would bury houses beneath its pristine glory.
He sighed and headed down the hall, adjoining the entrance to the living room and stopped, only to see his redhead, sprawled out on the couch, idly flicking through television stations. Not many were left still airing programs under such harsh conditions. Then, that damn voice, belonging to the cherry top rang in his mind.
''Be more romantic.'' It repeated, over and over.
Why did Lucy always have to complain?
Loke walked into the living room, his approaching figure barely able to divert a set of eyes from the illuminated set. He would have sat on the end if someone's certain pair of feet were not taking up all the space. A first thought told him to move them, while a second, came up with a much better idea. All this romanticism would be the death of him, but for now-
-he had a boyfriend to cuddle up too.
Besides, he still felt cold and Lucy was probably nice and cozy. He moved the slender waist from its laying position on his back onto his side and replaced the vacant area behind him with his own body. Then, before protests could start poring out of someone's lips, he wrapped an arm over the chest, rising and falling, and embraced him. There ended up being no complaints, just a smile from his lover.
After a long moment, when Loke finally felt warm, Lucy rolled over and faced the emerald eyes with his marine pair. He leaned in, close enough for their lips to touch and whispered:
''I-''
''Oh get a room.'' Gray sighed as he walked by the livingroom.