Flowing 002

Snow 

Fuzz

Lick

Plaid 

Everything was entirely silent as the snow gently drifted down, seeming to almost float on warm upwinds as the cool bits of lacy ice fell from the heavens. The sting of the winter air made the tiny hairs on my face tingle and I rubbed my nose as the chill ticked the tip of my nose. 

I wiggled my toes in their fuzzy confines, soft wool from some type of animal that surely would have appreciated their coat in this temperature. Knowing that they would have grown a new one by the time the weather turned I brushed the image of a sheep or alpaca wearing socks from my mind.

A prickling sensation danced across my fingers as I removed them from my pockets lined with a soft plaid fabric, a luxury I hadn’t known until recently. Where I came from you didn’t need to line your pockets. 

I held my palm out as the snowflakes drifted down and several landed on my heated skin. I gazed at it for a moment before the warmth of my hand melted the crystalline structure.

“I dare you to lick a pole,” his grin pulled back his full lips, showing two rows of perfect teeth. He stepped close to me and the smell of firewood and leather replaced the fresh crisp scent of my surroundings. I could feel his heat emanating from him as he stepped in a little closer, and his lips brushed against my high cheekbone.

My eyes rolled and the corner of my own mouth turned up into a smile at his foolishness, “oh, well. Do you have a pole I can lick?” 

His eyes flashed and he grinned wider, “I think you would know the answer to that question.” Hands found my hips and he pulled me into him. His arms found their way around my waist as we embraced. I lifted my head and stuck my tongue out, trying to catch a snowflake. His chuckle sent a shiver over me, heating me more viscerally than a moment ago when his hands warmed the skin through the several layers of fabric. He stuck out his tongue too, and touched his tongue to mine. 

I snapped my mouth shut but a girlish giggle escaped me. His ice blue eyes twinkled as lips pressed into mine, effectively melting me into him. His embrace deepened as he felt me falter. 

“Or there are other things I can do with that pole,” he winked at me. Smiling deviously.

My palms pushed off from him and I playfully smacked him. The brisk air was an icy affront occupying the space where his warm body was just seconds ago. That warm body… my own mind skipped to devious things.