Okay, I know this story is moving through the months pretty fast, but don't worry! It's not over for quite some time! :) And oh yeah, this has taken a while to get up because for some reason, it doesn't show when you read it, even though if I do Live Preview, it shows... thanks to Al-theFreak for pointing that out...this is weird. :S
Happy Holidays!
Konan sat shivering in her bed in the middle of the night, on December 16th. There were two feet of snow outside, and the wind was forcing the cold air and snow through the unfixable, unpluggable crack in her window.
She was wearing every sweater she had (two), her woolen tights over leggings, four pairs of thick socks, gloves under woolen mittens, a knitted hat, and she had wrapped the blankets around her. And she was still unbearably cold. Finally, after an hour more of this, she gave up. Gathering all her blankets, and stuffing her feet into her boots, she padded down the hall, wondering who would most likely be awake.
She didn't dare try Sasori's room, because she had a funny feeling that due to the cold, eh and Deidara would be...ah...sharing body heat... and she didn't want to interrupt them. She didn't try Itachi, because she'd seen Kisame sneak in there when she'd gone to fetch an extra blanket from the closet. She also didn't try Kakuzu or Hidan because...YAaaGH! Is everybody together in here?
Konan took a deep , heart beating loudly and she didn't know why, she silently pushed open the door to Pain's room. She crept in, ready to sprint out immediately. She saw him, and gasped quietly; he didn't seem to be cold at all! He was lying on his front, his face sideways on his pillow, one arm flung across the bed, the other one dangling down the side. His blankets only covered most of his legs; his back and shoulders were completely exposed. Konan felt a embarassed blush creep over her cheeks.
She stepped closer, wondering if he'd be mad if she woke him up. And if she did, what would she do? Say 'Hi, I was wondering, could I sleep with you?' No way. She stood there, debating, for almost ten minutes, before, with another sigh, she sat down next to his bed, and huddled around herself, pulling the blankets up over her neck, and burying her face in them. Suddenly, Pain gave an odd, sleepy snort, and his hand dropped down off the bed, hitting her in the cheek. Konan froze; was he awake? She decided that suddenly she didn't care; his hand was sooooo warm. Carefully, she removed one of her hands from its glove, and tentatively held Pain's with it. He was so warm...Konan didn't realize she'd fallen asleep, leaning her cheek against the hand she was holding.
About an hour later, Pain woke up, suddenly a little cold. He felt something on his hand, and he looked, and there was a dark figure curled up beside his bed. He frowned, and flicked on his desk light. The second he saw the blue hair, he knew it was Konan. By the looks of it, she must have been freezing; she was wearing her boots, a woolen hat ( that had fallen off), four pairs of thick socks, probably a load of sweaters and shirts, and was wrapped in two blankets and her sheets. Pain grinned; she had probably wanted to wake him up, but had been too shy. He sighed happily, and stepped out of bed, gently sliding his hand out of her if he should sleep with her on the floor or on the bed, he watched her sleep. She looked really peaceful, but the blue tinge to her lips told him otherwise. He suddenly got a huge urge to kiss her, but surpressed it for the moment. He decided that it would be warmer, on the whole, if she slept on his bed. In one fluid motion, he had bent over, scooped her up, and put her down gently on his bed. Her only reaction was to turn her head and mutter something that sounded like 'Turn off the horses'. Pain grinned again, lay down next to her, grabbed his blanket and tucked it around her so the heat wouldn't escape, and then he slowly put his arms around her and closed his eyes. He fell asleep just like that, with Konan curled up beside him, her head next to his on the pillow.
