RP log - Falling Snow
Who: Jon, Samus
When: Christmas morning
Where: Jon's hut, his room.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Waking christmas morning Samus sees her first white christmas.
Snuggled close to his furred form Samus had slept soundly through the night. It was something she'd never really experienced before until she'd begun seeing Jon after Halloween. The chill in the air that had settled in over the past few weeks served as reason enough for her to stay close under the blankets even as she woke and her eyes focused on the silver fur on his chest.
In spite of the blankets Jon had curled close to Samus as well. His tail resting over her legs like another warm comforter even as his arms held her. His muzzle was nuzzled into her un-braided hair, contentedly breathing in her scent as a slow murring rumbled deep in his ches.
A smile crossed her face and she moved her fingers through his fur. Lifting her head a little she found her eyes drawn to the window beyond the rise of his shoulder. Something was different. Something moving in the air on the other side of the glass. Her curiosity got the best of her after only a moment and she gently disengaged herself from the still sleeping werewolf.
Knowing he wouldn't really miss it, she wrapped the blanket around herself a little as she leaned over Jon and closer to the window, her eyes wide in wonder as she watched the flakes falling, the ground outside already covered a little, maybe a few inches at the least.
He stirred a little when she moved, nose twitching as it was left bare against the slightly chilly air of the room. Feeling her leaning over him his eyes blinked open and he shifted to look up at her. The look on her face was priceless, so open and wondering.
Samus felt Jon move and looked down at him. She wasn't sure what she could say so she simply pointed out the window.
Sitting up, Jon put one arm around her again, smiling when he saw the snow outside. "It's snow."
"Oh." Samus smiled feeling his warm form against her again. "I've never seen snow before.."
"I see it every winter." He replied. "Enough of it to bury my cabin and keep the valley locked away from the rest of the world for months at a time."
"I like the sound of that."
"You do huh? I think you'd get tired of being in the same room with me for all that time."
An answering smirk reached him in the reflection of the glass. "Think so?"
Jon chuckled. "I've been wrong on a few very rare occasions.."
"Uh huh." Samus smiled and leaned against him, content to watch the falling snow.
When: Christmas morning
Where: Jon's hut, his room.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Waking christmas morning Samus sees her first white christmas.
Snuggled close to his furred form Samus had slept soundly through the night. It was something she'd never really experienced before until she'd begun seeing Jon after Halloween. The chill in the air that had settled in over the past few weeks served as reason enough for her to stay close under the blankets even as she woke and her eyes focused on the silver fur on his chest.
In spite of the blankets Jon had curled close to Samus as well. His tail resting over her legs like another warm comforter even as his arms held her. His muzzle was nuzzled into her un-braided hair, contentedly breathing in her scent as a slow murring rumbled deep in his ches.
A smile crossed her face and she moved her fingers through his fur. Lifting her head a little she found her eyes drawn to the window beyond the rise of his shoulder. Something was different. Something moving in the air on the other side of the glass. Her curiosity got the best of her after only a moment and she gently disengaged herself from the still sleeping werewolf.
Knowing he wouldn't really miss it, she wrapped the blanket around herself a little as she leaned over Jon and closer to the window, her eyes wide in wonder as she watched the flakes falling, the ground outside already covered a little, maybe a few inches at the least.
He stirred a little when she moved, nose twitching as it was left bare against the slightly chilly air of the room. Feeling her leaning over him his eyes blinked open and he shifted to look up at her. The look on her face was priceless, so open and wondering.
Samus felt Jon move and looked down at him. She wasn't sure what she could say so she simply pointed out the window.
Sitting up, Jon put one arm around her again, smiling when he saw the snow outside. "It's snow."
"Oh." Samus smiled feeling his warm form against her again. "I've never seen snow before.."
"I see it every winter." He replied. "Enough of it to bury my cabin and keep the valley locked away from the rest of the world for months at a time."
"I like the sound of that."
"You do huh? I think you'd get tired of being in the same room with me for all that time."
An answering smirk reached him in the reflection of the glass. "Think so?"
Jon chuckled. "I've been wrong on a few very rare occasions.."
"Uh huh." Samus smiled and leaned against him, content to watch the falling snow.