The weather outside is frightfuldizzydreaOctober 30 2012, 00:38:11 UTC
I hope this makes the lack of power and the lousy weather at least a little more bearable...
~o~
Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful…
"Isn't that a Christmas song?" Peter asked as he crossed the room, open bottle of wine in hand.
Neal shrugged. "I thought it was appropriate."
The wind rattled the windows, rain lashing at the panes. Power had long since failed, and the house was dark save the fire in the fireplace. Somewhere under the blankets, Satchmo whined.
"Poor baby," El crooned as she rubbed his fur.
"Poor him, what about poor me?" Neal asked, mildly affronted.
"Have some wine," Peter said, handing over a glass.
Neal frowned, but took a sip. His eyebrows shot up. "Either your taste is improving or El did the shopping."
"Peter took care of the sandbags; I took care of the food provisions," El said. She ran a hand through his hair, brushing back a few loose strands. "Don't like storms?"
"Not really," Neal said, shrugging. "Mom worked nights, so…"
"Well, I promise nothing bad will happen," she said, leaning in and kissing his temple. "Besides, this'll be fun."
"There's a hurricane blowing outside," Peter pointed out. "How is that fun?"
She frowned at him, then reached behind her and pulled out a bag of supplies.
"Marshmallows?" Peter asked.
"S'mores," Neal said, catching on to El's plan.
All three turned to the fireplace, flames dancing merrily, completely unaware of the tempest brewing outside.
Neal turned to El, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes. "Thank you." He leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
"Hey, what about me?" Peter asked from Neal's other side.
He turned to Peter, cocking his head. "Well, you are keeping me nice and dry."
~o~
Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful…
"Isn't that a Christmas song?" Peter asked as he crossed the room, open bottle of wine in hand.
Neal shrugged. "I thought it was appropriate."
The wind rattled the windows, rain lashing at the panes. Power had long since failed, and the house was dark save the fire in the fireplace. Somewhere under the blankets, Satchmo whined.
"Poor baby," El crooned as she rubbed his fur.
"Poor him, what about poor me?" Neal asked, mildly affronted.
"Have some wine," Peter said, handing over a glass.
Neal frowned, but took a sip. His eyebrows shot up. "Either your taste is improving or El did the shopping."
"Peter took care of the sandbags; I took care of the food provisions," El said. She ran a hand through his hair, brushing back a few loose strands. "Don't like storms?"
"Not really," Neal said, shrugging. "Mom worked nights, so…"
"Well, I promise nothing bad will happen," she said, leaning in and kissing his temple. "Besides, this'll be fun."
"There's a hurricane blowing outside," Peter pointed out. "How is that fun?"
She frowned at him, then reached behind her and pulled out a bag of supplies.
"Marshmallows?" Peter asked.
"S'mores," Neal said, catching on to El's plan.
All three turned to the fireplace, flames dancing merrily, completely unaware of the tempest brewing outside.
Neal turned to El, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes. "Thank you." He leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
"Hey, what about me?" Peter asked from Neal's other side.
He turned to Peter, cocking his head. "Well, you are keeping me nice and dry."
"You're welcome," Peter said sardonically.
Neal just grinned and kissed him.
…but as long as you love me so…
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