Winter Song by Ooper
Story Notes:
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Beneath The Snow by Ooper
Author's Notes:
Please enjoy my little work of original fiction whilst I get down to writing some spectacular Asian fan fiction. Okay, thank you. ;D I hope you image yourself and your favorite boy in this. *hearts*

She sat on the swings, pushing herself back and forth, back and forth, gently with her toes. Her black boots and hat caught white flakes and melted them with their darkness.

“Do you think,” he started, his breath clouding in the air, “that you could fall in love?”

He wasn’t watching her; he was staring at the sky, snowflakes gripping his eyelashes.

She smiled at him, her nose bright pink from the cold. “Absolutely! Don’t you think you could?”

He looked at her then and used his gloved hands to pull his hat down over his ears. He smiled. “I am in love.”

She sighed loudly and kicked her feet hard, pushing herself off the ground. She leaned back in the swing and watched the grey of the sky rush by. “That must be so nice.”

He got up off his swing and stood in front of hers, catching the chains as she swung forward. She continued forward slightly, falling into his chest. She caught herself against his body and then looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion.

“It is nice,” he said, pressing his lips to hers.

She reached up and held his face in her hands. He deepened the kiss and she did nothing to stop him.

The wind was violent outside, so they stumbled into his house and shook the snow off their bodies. She took off her boots and jumped over the carpet to avoid soaking her socks, and then she threw off her jacket as well.

Her hair was around her shoulders, wet at the tips. His hair was completely dry, but he shook it out with his hands anyway. He went into the kitchen to make them both some hot chocolate, and she settled into his couch.

The house was cozy, but it wasn’t crowded. She loved how the smell of pine trees filled the air, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find the source of the scent.

“Here’s your hot chocolate,” he said, handing her the warm mug. She grinned and pressed the heat to her lips.

“Thank you,” she uttered, her first swallow fallen into her stomach.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and they sat quietly for a while. The full silence held them apart, but not for long, because as soon as their eyes fell on one another, they were in each other’s arms. He ran his fingers through her hair and she smiled softly.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

She grinned said gently, “you’re amazing.”

He grinned and they both yawned, the hot chocolate forgotten on a side table somewhere. They kept each other warm and soon they drifted off to sleep. Her voice played lightly in his head, keeping him from fully falling asleep. His arms held her close up against his heart. She settled into her skin, feeling more relaxed than she ever had. Even in her subconscious, she sunk into him and she knew it was where she belonged.

They woke up to a hissing noise and the sound of glass shattering. A tree fell through a window and his power was out. He looked worried, but she ran her fingers over his lips and told him to smile. He looked at her and grinned, and she smiled back.

“Let’s go to my room, we can go back to sleep. I’ll shut the heat off. We’ll have to stay under the covers.”

She nodded. “Okay, as long as you promise to keep me warm.”

He kissed her forehead and nodded, so she quietly walked down the hall and crept into his bed.

He got in and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close again. “I like this,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.

“I like this, too,” she responded, burrowing into his chest.

The morning came fast, and when she found herself in his arms, she thought it was a dream.

“Wake up,” she whispered, putting her lips on his for a second, wondering if he was real.

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled. “Good morning. Did you think I was a dream?”

She nodded, laughing at herself.

He reached up to take her face in his hands, and then pulled her down for a kiss. “I love you,” he said, his voice firm.

She grinned. “I love you, too.”

And the snow was still, listening in on their confessions.

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