I decided to make an advent calendar for our favorite clones! It's going to be a new story every day. They're mostly just fluff, sometimes a bit suggestive or angsty, but all in all, sfw!
(p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes!)
warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, if you want to read it that way
word count: ~660
a/n: this is the fifth fic for my advent calendar! just as i took a small break from correcting this small fic to pick up my brother, he decided to throw a snowball at me. how fitting.
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You should have known better.
You should have known better than tossing a stupid snowball on his back.
But well, how should you know that the elite soldier and perfect sniper who was literally named Crosshair not only shoots his targets precisely but can also throw and never miss?
Needless to say that he immediately bent down to take revenge when you hit him with the frozen ball.
What you didn't expect was him having fun throwing snow at you and not stopping at one ball.
One ball suddenly turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into a whole snowball fight quickly.
Lucky for you, Crosshair is kind enough not to aim for your face, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. When you are able to throw one ball and don't even hit him with it, he throws at least two.
You were covered in white faster than you could count to ten, and as time went by, you got more and more desperate. You needed to do something, or you would never hear the end of it.
The next time he throws a ball at you, you duck just right, so it hits your face. You yelp and throw your weight behind you, falling into the snow that feathers your fall a little bit. "Ouch," you whine over-dramatically, holding your cold hand to your face.
You hear Crosshair sprinting towards you as soon as he hits your face, and he is next to you just a second later.
"You okay?" he asks, worried.
Instead of answering, you start grinning. In the exact moment, understanding crosses his features, your hand, filled with snow, already flies up to his neck.
"That is not fair!" He tries to shake you off, but you hold on to him like your life depends on it.
But as always, Crosshair is just unpredictable. He uses your tight grip to his advantage and easily pins you down with his weight, catching your hands between you. While you can't move yours, his hands have all the freedom they need to just grab the snow around you and shove it down your shirt.
"Oh, cold, cold! Stop it, stop it!" you yell, laughing, and try to push him off you. You don't stand a chance.
The snow is cold and wet, and you can already feel yourself starting to shake. "Cross-," you keep giggling and squirming, but you can't gain any control.
After a few minutes, he stops and looks you in the eyes with a raised brow.
"Had enough?" he questions. You nod in an instant. "Yes, yes. Please let me go," you almost beg, but you still have to chuckle in between your words.
"It's always the same. Can dish but can't take it," he mumbles, playfulness in his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. You just have to go over the top all the time," you smile back, but he just raises his other eyebrow, too.
"I'm just defending myself," he states, starting to climb off of you, reaching out with his hand at the same time to help you up.
Both of you start to brush the snow off your clothes, but wet stains still stay. Your teeth start to chatter. Hugging yourself, you turn around to Crosshair, who seems to be fine.
"We should go home, I'm freezing," you tell him. He nods once, lays an arm around you, and you start your short way back home.
This time, you aren't interrupted by snowball fights or snow showers. Instead, you enjoy the quiet (well, the quiet that was left after your chattering teeth) and your closeness.
Back at home, both of you decide that a bath would help warm you up the fastest.
You fill the bath tub with hot water and bubbling soap, light some candles, and let the evening fade out with soft touches and sweet kisses that fill you with warmth even faster than the water ever could.
