Type: Fluff
Prompt: Hank never became a killer and everyone pretty much lived in peace. It was a cold winter when Sanford and Deimos get closer.
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A cold, white substance landed on Deimos. He felt the coldness through his sweater, and immediately began to shiver.
However, Deimos brushed it off and looked over at his boyfriend of four years. Sanford's playful smile made the shorter smile along.
Sanford crouched down to the ground, using both his hand to scoop up snow. Deimos did the same thing, scooping it up quicker however.
When Deimos was done, he glanced up and saw his lover still scooping up the snow. He aimed and threw it at Sanford's head.
The force of the snowball knocked Sanford back a little. He began to shiver, feeling the coldness through the coat he was wearing.
The shorter quickly rushed over, apologizing. "Are you okay?" Deimos questions, concerned. Sanford glanced down a little, a small smile on his face, "I'm fine, love." Deimos glanced into Sanford's eyes, "Just a little cold is all."
Deimos immediately picked Sanford up bridal style, worried. "Love-" Sanford whispered, "It's fine. Really. I can handle it." Deimos stumbled towards the huge, brick house behind them as he looked at his beloved, "No, I'll warm you up."
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Sanford curled up in the blanket, cuddling Deimos. According to the shorter man, he was adorable while doing so.
Sanford's soft hands caressed Deimos as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
It was silence. Just them cuddling each other. "When is Hank coming back?" Sanford asked, Deimos staring at him lovingly.
"He should be back in about..." Deimos picked up his phone from the coffee table in front of them, "10 minutes?"
"Okay." Sanford sheepishly smiled, "I love you."
Deimos smiled happily, digging his face into Sanford's shoulder.
"I love you too."
