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It was one of those late nights Rochelle couldn't sleep, a few days before Christmas. Her tiny, cheap little apartment was decorated with cheap little holiday decorations. There were multi-colored christmas lights running along the lines of the windows, those festive tin cookie jars, yada yada. It was nothing too gaudy and nothing too expensive

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[candyasss]

Nick had been out quite awhile tonight, looking around, running from the massive amount of white trash that had wandered in. How lucky was he. Of course it was the hillbilly inbreds who'd mostly survive a goddamn apocalypse.

He breathed out a sigh as he neared Rochelle's place, just was going to invite himself in. Needed a place to crash and hey... maybe give her her Christmas presents a little bit earlier.

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Whenever Nick came in, Rochelle hadn't quite noticed him yet. She was caught up in playing with her camera. Though nothing fancy or all that powerful, zooming in on all the details below her was alwasy interesting. Even if those details here were the occasional redneck or zombie beyond the makeshift border.

The CD had changed over to a song she had particularly liked, and she absentmindly started swaying her hips to it in a lazy little dance and hummed along with it.

Oh ho.

[candyasss]

Nick tilted his head, grinning a little as he watched those hips sway to the beat of the music. Hey, he'd never protest walking in on that. "Merry Christmas, honey."

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Oh, hey. Rochelle actually jumped at that. Being out there with the zombies had her doing that. A survival tactic she picked up, sure, but it didn't help when she was waking up in the middle of the night to the tiniest noises. She whirled around and--OH.

"Oh god."

She took a deep breath, though nothing very dramnatic. She put her free hand over her chest, the other still holding the camera. She leaned on the railing, still outside on the patio past the sliding glass door.

"I thought I locked that door."

But she got over it fast, and looked at him with a tired-but-genuine smile. "Merry Christmas, you scared the shit out of me."

[candyasss]

He grinned--haha, sorry, Rochelle, he couldn't help it. "Didn't mean to. Just thought I'd drop by, you know?"

He took a step closer, shrugging. "Got you a gift or two."

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"I don't blame you, it's goddamn cold." Rochelle gave a little brr sound. She turned to the snow that had piled up on the guardrails. The rest that was on the ground had been pushed off with a broom, and she was in slippers. After a pause for consideration, a mischevious little grin spread that she hid from Nick as she gathered up snow in her free hand. Once she came back inside, she had camera set gingerly on a table and her fuzzy slippers not-so-gingerly kicked off.

The snow stayed in her hands, though, and she used both free hands now to put it up into a ball. A small ball, but one she could toss up and down a second before fake-innocently tossing at Nick.

"See?"

[candyasss]

Nick held up his hands when he caught onto what she was doing. "Hey, now, Rochelle," he said, his tone holding a warning note to it.

"C'mon, don't."

He didn't think that'd work, really. Shit, he hated snow and snowballs and sorta-girlfriends who liked to threaten things like throwing them and splash fights in the sewer. When the snowball hit, he took a step back, hissing. She had a good aim.

It hit him right in the face. "S-shit, that's cold!"

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"Do what?" She said plainly, with that smile of fake innocence she reserved for fake apologies out in the apocalypse.

TEE.

HEE.

Oh, and splash fights in the sewer. She liked those.

She didn't expect it'd actually hit him in the face, though. Okay, she was AIMING for his face but she figured he would, you know, actually block it. He didn't, and it sent her laughing and putting up a hand to cover her laugh but she couldn't because she was LAUGHING to bad.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" MAYBE?

[candyasss]

He reached up to rub over his face, giving her a glare. What a fake apology. He knew her fake apologies, okay? And that was fake as hell.

"You're not sorry at all, so don't even try it." He took a few steps closer to her, arch a brow. "I think I deserve a little something for that, honey."

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"Alright, alright..." She said. She matched his steps and came up closer to him. The look on his face turned her grin a little sheepish, even if it still wasn't very sorry. "I THOUGHT you were gonna block it, okay?"

She used a free hand and helped brush snow off his face. "Like what? I'm guessing I don't get presents anymore?"

[candyasss]

"I didn't think you were actually gonna throw it, okay?" He let his arms come around her waist, pulling her in even closer.

"Mmm, you still get the presents," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss. "Think you can come up with some way to make it up to me though..."

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"What did you think I was gonna do with a snowball indoors, suit?"

Nevertheless she slinked her arms around his neck. The slightly shit eating grin on her face dissapeared briefly as she kissed him back.

"You don't even get tired of the usual way, do you? Besides, I only threw a snowball at you." Not that she was protesting.

[candyasss]

"Not hit me in the face."

He grinned a little bit himself. "What's there to get tired of? C'mon, are you saying you are 'cause I ain't heard any complaints."

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"I said sorry, you big baby."

Tilting her head back, that smile was still on her face as she drummed her fingers idly against the back of his neck. "I'm not tired of anything, but is that all you came over for, or are you just mad about the snowball?"

[candyasss]

He smiled a little, pressing her a bit closer as he leaned in, lips grazing over her jawline almost affectionately. "Nope. I came over to get out of the cold, give you some gifts, and maybe get lucky."

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Clearly enjoying it Rochelle tilted her head to the side. One hand stayed on the back of his neck, rubbing gently. The other hand slid down to his shoulder.

"You like coming over for that third part a lot, especially when I'm in sweatpants and no makeup on. Not that I'm complaining."

Her eyes opened and had that mischevious look in her eye again. "So what'd you get me again?"