Author: KatiKat
Warnings: Xmas, AU, POV, Disability
Rating: PG
Pairings: 3+4
Archives: KatiKat and Friends
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Note: Inspired by the carrol White Christmas.
Dreaming of a White Christmas
We are sitting here, on the padded windowsill, enjoying the warmth of our patchwork afghan. Quatre is leaning with his back against the wall and I'm sitting between his gently spread legs, resting my back against his chest. My head is lying in the crook of his neck and his warm, musky scent tickles my nose. His arms are loosely closed around my chest, our hands are locked, fingers intertwined. My eyes are closed and I'm enjoying the deep hum of his voice and the thu-thumping sound of his heart. I don't think I've ever felt so content in my life.
"The room is dark, but the fire is burning in the fireplace. Can you hear the crackling of wood?" he says, his voice low. "The little lights on the Christmas tree are blinking. They are red and blue and white, but mostly green. You like green, don't you?" he asks and I can hear the smile in his voice. I nod once, my bangs moving against his jaw.
"The window is frosted over and I can't see outside. The frost has drawn beautiful pictures on the glass. Some look like jungle flowers, others like bracken."
He lifts up our locked hands, then he lets go of mine and closes his fingers around my wrist. He presses my palm against the glass of the window. It's so cold that it almost burns on my skin. I can feel the frost melt under my palm, little droplets of water are running down my wrist, but he catches them before they can wet my sleeve.
Quatre raises my hand from the glass and lets me go. My hand hovers expectantly in the air as he searches for a clean handkerchief to dry my palm. When he finishes his task, he tucks my hand back under the warm cover. I can't help but snuggle closer to him. I can feel him smile.
I hear him dry the little hole we melted with the handkerchief before he tucks it back into his pocket. Then his hand finds its way to mine again.
"There," he says. "It's dark outside, but Rashid lit the light over the front door as he usually does at night. I can see the city lights from here. They are far away and they seem to blink at us. The sky is dark, heavy clouds are covering the stars and the moon, and it's snowing. Snowflakes are falling from the sky and landing softly on the ground. There is a lot of snow outside already. It's good that we don't need to go anywhere soon, otherwise we would have to dig our way out." He smiles again and I answer him with a smile of my own.
"The snowflakes are large and they are falling in big lumps. There is almost no wind outside, so they only swirl gently before they join the others already on the ground." He pauses. "Our little looking hole is frosting over again. It must be really cold outside."
He pauses again and I sigh contently. I can feel him smile again. He tightens his hold on me, bringing us even closer together. My eyes are still closed and suddenly it doesn't matter that even if I opened them the only thing I would see is darkness. One doesn't need sight to dream of a white Christmas. Not with a man like Quatre who has the most beautiful eyes in the world.
"The white cover is heavy on the branches," he continues. "They are bent down and the snow is slowly falling off of them, making deep holes in the whiteness on the ground..."
OWARI
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