White Christmas (Paire)
Title: White Christmas
Author: summer-cities aka sarahliz1624
Rating: K+
Pairing: Peter/Claire
Summary: Just a short little ficlet about Peter and Claire's first Christmas together.
Spoilers: Absolutely none.
White Christmas
Claire was 19 years old and had never seen snow before. There was something magical about tiny white flakes falling from the sky. She opened her mouth to catch one on her tongue, the soft crystal melting instantly in her mouth. She smiled, closing her eyes and flinging out her arms, allowing the new sensation of flurries to surround her. She spun herself in a circle, giggling like a little girl on the first day of winter.
“Claire!” a man yelled. She ignored him, instead opening her eyes and squinting towards the sky. It was grey for as far as she could see, the snow only becoming apparent just instants before landing on her face. “Claire!” the voice repeated. “What’re you doing out here without a jacket on? It’s got to be 15 degrees out here!”
“It’s amazing!” she yelled.
“What?”
“The snow! I’ve never seen snow before!” she continued.
“Claire, it’s only snow!” Peter called. He’d approached her from behind, her coat in hand.
“Peter! Look at it! It’s wonderful!” she replied, turning to face him. He paused for a second, smiling at the woman in front of him. She wore a pink turtleneck and blue jeans, with a cream scarf wrapped loosely around her neck and a matching hat and mittens. Snowflakes had caught on her eyelashes, causing them to sparkle when she blinked. She looked like a princess. He shook his head before reaching around and throwing her jacket over her shoulders.
“I’ve never seen you so excited about anything.” he commented, brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“I’ve always wanted a white Christmas. Like in the song.” she replied, turning her face skyward again and spinning. Peter grabbed her hips to stop her mid-spin and slid them around to rest on her belly. She grinned again, leaning her body against the solidity of his, resting her head backwards on his shoulder.
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…” Peter sang in her ear, swaying her back and forth gently.
“Just like the ones I used to know…” Claire continued.
They stood there for what seemed like forever before Peter whispered “Tired?”
“I have a good reason.” she answered, turning her head and cocking one eyebrow.
“I know, I was just asking.” He buried his nose in her neck and nuzzled her for a moment. “Come on, let’s go in and rest by the fire.”
“Mmmm… that sounds good.”
Peter and his wife said their goodbyes to the snow and sauntered back to the door. “Think our daughter will be a Christmas baby?” Peter asked.
“I think our son is going to torture me tomorrow either way. My back is killing me.” she complained.
“Don’t women always want girls?” he asked, reaching out and rubbing Claire’s swelled tummy.
“Don’t men always want boys?” she quipped. Smiling, Peter leaned down and kissed his wife gently on the lips.
“Merry Christmas, Claire.”
“Merry Christmas, Peter. I love you.”