Warnings: Fluff alcohol consumption.
Outside, the winter air was chilly and crisp, while the delicate snowfall bestowed a soft white glow upon the world. Inside the snug confines of your home,
you and Johnny prepared a pot of mulled wine, enveloped in the toasty warmth.
The kitchen was filled with the rich fragrance of various spices as you worked side by side.
Cinnamon, cloves, and citrus notes danced in the air, mingling with the warmth of the simmering liquid.
Johnny flashed you a warm smile, kissing your temple gently before infusing a touch of honey to sweeten the blend.
"This is going to be perfect for our cozy afternoon, babe," you murmured against the soft fabric of his sweater as he stirred the pot. The fragrance of Johnny and spices was a comforting concoction you wanted to preserve and immerse yourself in forever.
As Johnny worked the mulled wine further, you nestled closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in the comfort of his sweater.
"Starting early on our cuddle fest, are we?" he chuckled, hugging you with one arm while gently kissing your cheek.
"You're so warm, and cozy, and perfect," you purred, holding onto him tighter. "I never want to let go."
"You're gonna need to for a second so you can taste this, doll," Johnny chuckled, offering you a taste to assess the brew's progress. "Here, try it."
"Hmm, it's delicious," you hummed as the warmth and flavors exploded in your mouth. "Maybe a tiny dash of honey, and it'll be perfect."
Johnny tasted it as well, nodding in agreement to your suggestion. A touch more honey and a bit more stirring, and it would reach perfection.
Once the mulled wine reached perfection, you poured it into two glasses, steam wafting to greet your senses with its heavenly aroma.
With fluffy blankets in tow, you and Johnny headed to the balcony, where the welcoming glow of an outdoor heater awaited. Settling on the wooden swing bench, you bundled up in the cozy blankets, snuggling close together.
Johnny draped an arm around you, lightly kissing your cheek before raising his glass.
You clink your glass with him before taking a sip. The warmth of the spiced wine enveloped you, and you hummed in approval of the comforting sensation. Beside you, Johnny did the same, closing his eyes to savor the rich flavors.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you and Johnny exchanged whispers and gentle kisses, accompanied by sips of the mulled wine.
"Beautiful, isn't it," Johnny mumbled, his gaze lingering on the horizon.
You leaned your head on his shoulder, nodding in agreement. The snow continued to fall gently, creating a serene backdrop.
"I love moments like this."
"Me too, doll. Especially with you."
Simple moments like these with Johnny were the ones you cherished the most-bundled up on the balcony, a warm drink in hand, watching the sunset together.
