“I have fun,” I say and furrow my brow at her as a fist full of snow smacks me in the face and melts down my cheek. I use a gloved hand to wipe the snow off and blink at the small Omega next to me. “Did you just throw snow at me?”
She’s already half up on her knees before she's fully standing and runs like a bat out of hell, laughing. “Oh, you better run!” I grab a fist full of snow, packing it down and tossing it, making sure I hit her below her shoulder blades. When it hits her back, she squeals and bends down to make her own snowball. She tosses it, but it comes up short, and I run again, making quick strides in the fluffy snow. It’s perfect for snowballs, not too icy, but it sticks nicely.
I don’t see her pack another ball, but this time it hits my chest. “Oh, you’re in for it!”
She laughs hysterically while trying to run. She doesn’t stand a chance in a foot race as I finally reach her, picking her up by the waist and holding her close to my chest. “Do you yield?”
“Never!”
“Have it your way.” I fall back to the ground with her on top of me, before spinning and putting her back on the ground. She smiles at me, her pretty eyes shining. I can see our breath in the cold air. I take a gloved hand and tug on a finger with my teeth, pulling the glove off. Her eyes follow the motion, and she licks her lips. My cold hand cups her cheek, and I tilt her chin toward me. “Yeah?” I ask. She bites her lower lip, and all I can think about is how I want it to be my teeth. She blinks and nods her head, and that’s all the confirmation I need.
Her hands are on my chest as I lean forward, and our lips meet. It’s a cold kiss at first, both of our lips freezing from being outside. Snowflakes hit my back and fall around us, and I hold her cheek and dip into her mouth with my tongue. She hums in approval, and her body shifts under mine. The kiss is no longer cold as our tongues explore one another. Her one arm is wrapped around my neck, bringing me closer to her.
She tastes unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, like I can’t get enough, or I’ll never get enough. This kiss is single-handedly changing my future, and I accept it. Scent matches are no fucking joke. I want more, need more. Her smaller body against mine. Her hands clutching against me, begging for more.
I can’t help it when I grind against her, no fucks given about our thick winter layers or how cold it is outside. As we lie in the cold winter snow, the quiet wind surrounding us and snow falling down on us, all I can think is how I never want this to end.
That’s when a thick and heavy packing of snow hits my back. I break our kiss, and Charlotte looks up at me like I’m special and the kiss was as revolutionary for her as it was for me. I lean forward and kiss her again. Another snowball shatters across my back.
“Oh, what the fuck?”
“Get a room!” a bunch of younger teens scream as I get pelted with icy snow. I at least shield Charlotte.
“What are you doing? We can’t just take this lying down—literally,” she laughs at her own joke, and I smile.
“What’s the plan?”
“We need protection, and then we pelt the little fuckers hard with snow. Where’s Anders?”
I text him that we need reinforcements as Charlotte pushes snow to make a shield. All the while, we’re both getting pelted with snowballs. She put me in charge of throwing and snowball manufacturing.
It’s looking grim for our team as Anders comes storming out of the cabin, some weird looking tongs contraption in his hands. I notice that he’s using it to pack the snow and putting it in one hand, and then unmercifully beaming it at the kids. He takes his sweet ass time getting to our ‘fort’.
“What kind of shield is this?” he asks, both of our frames are both exposed.
“I made the shield,” Charlotte glares at him.
“It’s perfect. Just a bit small.” He saves himself, knowing damn well if I made it he would have given me shit.
At that moment, Anders gets taken off guard as a mound of snow meets his face. Charlotte and I laugh uncontrollably as he cleans off his face.
“Oh, those little fuckers are gonna pay.” He scoops snow with his tongs and tosses them over our snow barrier. The screams of terror from children let us know that Anders meets his mark each time.
“He’s crazy! Let’s get out of here,” one of the kids says.
“Cowards!” Anders yells behind the safety of Charlotte’s snow shield.
Charlotte is in a fit of giggles, and I want to tickle her so badly, but I don’t know how she’d feel about that, and she has so many layers on.
“Let's warm up now that we’ve been victorious,” Charlotte says. I nod and lean over and kiss her. She hums and gives me a smile. As quick as it happens, Anders leans over and plants a kiss on her. Her maple and pancake scent is thick, even in this cold air. She shuffles, adjusting herself, her cheeks even pinker than they were earlier.
“Let’s go.” Anders hefts himself up, and I do the same. I can’t help myself as I pick up the Omega and toss her over my shoulder. She doesn’t protest as I make strides in the snow and walk back to the cabin. I don’t miss Mikael tugging the blinds shut from his room as we walk back to this house. I wonder how much he saw.
We spend the rest of the afternoon playing games, touching constantly, and Charlotte makes the most amazing chicken parm soup. It’s getting late, and it’s about that time where I want to ask her to stay.
“I really need to go spend some time with my mom and Hank,” she says. She sounds disappointed, but pragmatic. I can tell Anders is just as disappointed, but he agrees. I don’t want to miss any of the time we have with her when things are simple. I know that this time is a bubble, where there’s nothing to worry about when it comes to distance or schedules. So I just stay in the bubble. Facing reality sounds terrible anyway.
“We’re playing a kind of scrimmage game tomorrow. Would you like to come?”
