Fanfic: "This Cold Feeling In My Pants" Teakant/Trellmar
Trellmar let the peaceful hum of forest life settle over him as he finally began to relax. He’d been questing too often, all of the fighting had been straining his control and he was grateful for the chance to meditate. With a sigh, he felt the tension leak from his body, relaxing a little more with each breath. He could hear the slightest shift in the wind, the activity of the nearby forest animals, the burble of the stre-an explosion of something really fucking cold against the back of his head.
Twisting around as far as he could while sitting, Trellmar snarled, all of his earlier tension back as he scanned the trees for a threat. It wasn’t until he heard the badly muffled snickering that he realized he’d simply been hit with a snowball and not enemy fire. His snarl curled into a grin, and he shifted into a crouch, smiling wider at the soft murmer of, “Uh-oh.”
Oh no you don’t, he thought to himself. Teak had made the mistake of staying in one spot long enough that when the wind shifted, Trellmar was able to catch his scent. If there was one thing that no one could fault Trellmar for, it was his tracking. Teak was exceptionally sneaky-when he wasn’t distracted-but he should know better than to try and hide from him. Trellmar could find his mate anywhere. He played along for a moment, sniffing at the air and pretending he wasn’t sure where Teak was. After Teak had gotten a head start, Trellmar chuckled to himself and dropped to all fours to follow him. If he wasn’t going to be allowed to meditate, he’d have some fun instead.
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Teak ducked behind the trunk a large tree, sure he’d shaken Trellmar from his trail, at least for the moment. He’d spent a good hour leaving false trails and running around in circles, but it had been so very worth the trouble to see the look on Trellmar’s face when he got hit by that snowball. The gleam in his eyes after, now that had Teak nervous. That look had been halfway to feral, and it was too cold for Teak to have his-freshly stitched, thank you very much-clothes torn all to hell. Sure, Trellmar would warm him right back up, but that wouldn’t help the laughs he’d get walking back to town in nothing but ripped shorts. Again.
He peeked carefully around the tree, looking for any sign of Trellmar. There wasn’t any, but he’d be coming around soon, and Teak was going to be ready for him. He knelt down and began scooping snow into his hands, packing it roughly into the shape of a ball. Soon, he had a small pile of them, just enough to carry with him if he had to run. He bent down to scoop some snow for his last one when the hem of his pants was suddenly yanked and what felt like a small avalanche of snow was shoved inside.
His shriek had nearby birds taking to the skies as he danced a graceless jig trying to shake the snow from his pants. Trellmar, of course, was rolling around in the snow, clutching his stomach as he guffawed. Giving up on the leg-shaking, Teak finally reached down the back of his pants and scooped out what he could, which still left him with wet, cold pants that also made him look like he had a sad lack of bladder control. Narrowing his eyes at Trellmar, who was still laughing his fool head off, Teak gather up his snowballs and nailed Trellmar right between the eyes with the first one. Then ran for it.
Not even bothering to hide, he simply dashed between the trees, laughing and slowing just enough to launch another snowball in Trellmar’s direction. Only a few hit, and soon he was out of ammunition, simply running and dodging the sloppier snowballs Trellmar was trying to hit him with. They may have been badly made, but Trellmar made up for quality in quantity, and by the time the town was in sight, Teak was sure his whole back was covered in snow.
Almost there! He managed one last burst of speed, barely dodging a young woman stepping out of a shop, and grinned when he heard Trellmar smash into her, apologizing profusely for it. It gave him the extra few seconds he needed to dash, cackling like madman, into the inn and up to their room.
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Trellmar apologized one last time, helping the woman up and collecting her things that he’d scattered across the ground. She huffed and stalked away with her purchases and he winced. So much for making a good impression. He headed toward the inn, at a slightly slower pace this time, and found Teak standing in the middle of the room, grinning from ear to ear, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who was shivering that hard.
Shaking his head, Trellmar pulled off his own cloak and brushed the worst of the snow from his fur. “Yes, yes. You won. This time. Are you going to stand there all cold and smug, or do you want to warm up?”
Teak eyed him, clearly caught between gloating a little longer, and getting warm as quickly as possible. Since he never could stay smug and distant for long, it wasn’t surprising when he only wasted a moment thinking before tugging off his clothes and tackling Trellmar to the bed.
“You know, I meant you could go take a hot bath.”
Teak snorted. “You’re the one that got me all cold, you get to warm me up. Now take off your shirt.”
Trellmar grinned. “I can do that.”