Winter

[petty_dabbler]

The winter was miserable. John was tired of the cold. He grumbled as he gathered wood and stoked the fire, magic making it blaze to chase away the morning chill as quickly as possible. He made his tea and smoked his pipe and waited for Winter to turn up. Sometimes he slept late, sometimes John never heard him duck out to bother the chickens or gather dawn mushrooms.

John had a thought and smiled to himself. The midwinter preparations would be well underway in the King's Realm. Maybe he could convince the pixie to come to the market with him.

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[petty_dabbler]

"I didn't want you to feel obligated to...oh, nevermind," he said, frowning a moment before taking another sip of his cocoa.

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled a little, sipping his drink and wiggling his toes inside his thick socks.

"You are funny when you're cross."

[petty_dabbler]

"I like being cross," he argued, stirring his cocoa with his candy stick.

He tried very hard to keep up the frown, but Winter's brightness chased away all the sourness that clung to him.

[winter_wisp]

Winter just giggled again, drinking deep from his cup.

[petty_dabbler]

"Stop giggling and eat your dinner," he said.

He'd laid it all out, even the cake. It would all get eaten, he reasoned. He never cared if the cake was eaten first.

[winter_wisp]

"Bossy," Winter giggled again, sitting up and starting to pick at his food.

He ate quite a bit, sitting on the floor in the end as he helped himself to sweet and savory alike.

[petty_dabbler]

John ate his fill and sighed happily, leaning back and rubbing his belly.

"A good day," he decided. "Good food, a lovely market, and a goat. Enough to make a man tired. Are you ready to go upstairs?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter got to his feet, wandering over to John and perching himself on the other man's knee. "Maybe," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John's hand rested low on Winter's back as he looked into the pixie's eyes.

"Maybe?" he asked.

[winter_wisp]

"Maybe," Winter said again, leaning into the touch. "I do like a cuddle," he added with a grin.

[petty_dabbler]

John's arm snaked around him and pulled him closer.

"I have to cuddle you now, too?" John asked, as if it would be so troublesome to do.

He held on tight, though.

[winter_wisp]

"Yes! I demand cuddles," Winter said, growing bold and leaning in to kiss him.

[petty_dabbler]

John gasped softly, his hand rising quickly to cradle Winter's cheek. His surprise vanished quickly, though, and he melted into the sweetness of it.

[winter_wisp]

"I like your taste," Winter whispered. "Take me to bed."

[petty_dabbler]

John smiled, utterly charmed. He rose and kept his hands on Winter as he tugged him along to bed.

John's hearth was burning and his room warm. He waved hand and candles flickered to life. The room was warm and inviting.

John slowly began to undress.

[winter_wisp]

Winter just stood and watched at first, before realizing he should do the same. He stripped eagerly, tossing his things into a pile in the corner before climbing onto the bed.

"You have art on your skin," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John looked down at himself. At the tattoos he'd borne for years.

"This one was my first," he said, pointing to a simple pentacle on his wrist.

[winter_wisp]

"I like it," Winter said softly. "I like them all, I think."

[petty_dabbler]

"You can touch them if you like," John said.

Before Winter could, he moved to lay down in bed. The bed was huge and piled with pillows and blankets that he'd pushed into a sort of nest. He straightened it only enough to make room for Winter, too.

[winter_wisp]

Winter lay down beside him, not shy at all about touching and exploring.

"I have no art, but you can touch," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John's hands were warm as he began to explore the shape of him.

"You seem so fragile," he said in wonder.

[winter_wisp]

"I'm not fragile at all," Winter insisted, moving to climb half-atop John.

[petty_dabbler]

"And rather strong while you're at it," John smiled, settling comfortably beneath him.

He raised a warm hand to contour to the curve of his shoulder and tug him closer.

"Kiss me again," he said, lifting a little to meet him.

[winter_wisp]

Winter kissed him soundly, excited to be near and touched.

"You are lovely," he whispered.

[petty_dabbler]

John smiled against his kiss, his hands clutching to keep him close.

"Flattery will get you everything,c he said softly.