bluetears07 | Teehee

Title: Snow Day

AN: Snow day…eheheh, can’t be blamed for silly sappiness. Not much more than a drabble (but not 100 words) Eeer it's more about the images than emotions...bad Hally *nervous grin*
Disclaimer: Hmmm…Ever so sorry boys…the stuff in here never happened. A.k.a.: Lies.
Summary: Snow. Elijah. Sean. Snuggle!
Rating: Pretty harmless...PG :D

2/3/04: Added a (well attempted, sorry) Seanlijah fan art to go with...
fan art....

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Snow Day

He’s not sure how long he’s been standing there, watching, waiting, simply breathing as crystalline flecks of white cascade all about him, no sign of ceasing their perpetual downward spirals. They descend upon his face, clinging to the long lashes of dusk; falling upon a lower lip, parted and flushed, just before the tip of a pink tongue laps up the melted flakes. A cool mist of breath streams from his lips as a sigh of wonder slips through the air; breathe mingling and dancing with flakes. Exposed unruly, disheveled deep brown hair is littered with a light dusting of fluffy clumps. The gentle snowflakes caress the naturally alabaster skin of his cheeks, now a blushing pink from the cold. White on rough black fabric is all that can be seen in the ongoing sea of storming flakes. Eyes of purest blue stare out upon this new world, blanketed in a thick film of fluffy snow; snow, so pure and clean, unmarred by a single footstep.

A quiet crunch of snow behind him fails to phase the perfect tranquility of the young man watching the snow. Blue is veiled by pale skin as lashes sprinkled by white flakes (flakes put to shame of their hue by skin upon which they lay) descend to caress and kiss the sharp flushed curve of cheek. Breathe held as he waits for the warmth he knows is coming; yet he still jumps an infinitesimal bit as an arm weaves through his arms, heavy but his sides, to wrap about his slender waist. The gloved hand, which once rested upon slender hips, slips to the front, between the loosely buttoned flaps of the young man’s black coat. One heavy arm lifts from his side to cover the one wrapped around his body. Warm fabric slides further between shirt tails as it finally meets skin, scraping gently against protruding hip bone as his thumb begins to trace lazy patterns and circles on cream white skin.

Tilting his head the young man lets a quiet, almost inaudible sigh of pure contentment whisper through the air. The unoccupied hand of the body behind him slips up to his shoulders, flitting across one to pull lightly at the soft fabric of scarf. A gloved finger slides between the folds and creases of the younger man’s scarf as he pulls it down and away from the sensitive skin of neck. The fabric is quickly replaced by hot caressing puffs of breath, poured lovingly from between thin flushed lips. Thin lips soon too covered by flakes press against still warm skin.

The scent of expensive cologne fills his senses as he presses his face against the young man’s neck, burying his face in his spiky auburn hair. The auburn head tilts back resting against the shoulder of the man behind him. They look up into the sky as thousands of flakes spiral down towards them, caressing their skin. The younger man turns his head as he raises his other hand, pressing it against the side of the other man’s cheek. Mossy eyes cast down upon him as a smile warmer than any arm wrapped about his body or fire graces the man’s thin lips; he can't help smile back as his own blue eyes reflect the same warmth. He presses his almost nail-less fingers into the man’s neck lightly as he drags his face down. Near frozen lips, bottom fuller then top, meet and caress two warm thin lips; both flushed pink. Misty breath flows from where the two meet as they sigh into each others mouth. So warm, so content.

They don’t speak, for there are no words to say; they simply aren’t needed.

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