Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Cold

 My skin singed as I face planted into snow. A sharp breath escaped my lips as I sat up, my cheeks burning from embarrassment but also the cold. I stood quickly and exhaled as I turned to see who had pushed me and felt a gross feeling settle in my gut. "Why would you do that?" I asked and watched a smile curl his lips. "Are you okay?" He inquired, almost compassionately but playfulness poisoned his voice. "That was rude," I hissed and brushed my pants and jacket off, only to find that the snow was already melting into the fabric. Right now, adrenaline pushed away the cold's frigid fingers but, I had no doubt that in a moment or two I would be shuddering under its frozen touch. "I'm going inside," I said sharply and he slowly nodded before running a hand through his chestnut hair. "I'll go with you. I can make us a cup of hot cocoa, sit by the fireplace, and I'll warm you right up," He smirked and I pushed past him as I made my way towards the door. Snow crunched beneath my feet, one of those satisfying noises that soothes the soul, and for a moment, my anger and embarrassment disappeared.

When I was inside, I began stripping of my wet garments, shivering as cold air settled into my skin and bones, but my cheeks remained warm when he decided to lounge on the couch and watch me. "Get started on that hot cocoa," I said softly as my eyes darted away from his gaze. Out of my peripheral vision, I watched him grin and I heard soft footsteps approach me. Gentle hands helped me take off my drenched sweater that clung to my skin and they settled on my hips to pull me closer. "How can I make you warm again?" He asked softly and I slowly set my hands on the back of his neck, his skin hot beneath my palms and his hair soft against my fingertips. "Hot cocoa. And I want you to hold me. Oh, and a blanket," I replied and he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "Consider them done."

"I won't do that until they're done," I smiled and he nodded. "Alright. Two cups of cocoa coming up." While he was making the cocoa, I crept upstairs, the dark upstairs, and slowly opened the door to our bedroom. It felt colder than outside, which was usual, and pulled open a dresser drawer. I grabbed a cotton shirt out, felt it's soft fabric before donning it. I shivered one last time before closing the door to the bedroom. I guess cold already had a piece of me in it's grasp.

I sat on the couch, curled up against the armrest and he joined me with our hot drinks. I leaned against him, reveling in the warmth that radiated off his skin, almost too hot, and sighed in relief. "Can we turn on the tv?" I asked and watched hesitation cross his face. "I thought we were just going to chill," He said softly and my lips pursed. "If we wanted to chill, we would be sitting outside in the cold."

"It was a joke, honey," He replied venomously before reaching over me to grab the tv remote. He flicked through some channels before settling on a chick flick. "So, you want to do something else other than sit?" He asked and I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "I'm comfortable like this." It felt like snake had slithered into my lungs and tore through flesh with its poisonous fangs. "Oh," He said softly and I could almost feel cold settle into him. "I guess we could do something," I said, in a manner that could be compared to a guilty dog. My head bowed, and my imagined tail drooped between my legs as he kissed my neck.

I lifted his chin so that we could kiss, wanting his lips to be nowhere else. One of his hands went up my shirt and sat on my back, his palm almost icy against my skin and his other one on my cheek. Slowly our clothes came off until I was trapped in cold's hands. Goosebumps awoke along every inch of my skin as his hands went everywhere. Rolls of pleasure rolled through me, but that little snake in my lungs dug its fangs deeper and deeper into my organs.

The bed was cold. I sat up, blankets and sheets felt to my lap as I slowly slid off the mattress. I made my way downstairs, dragging a single blanket with me as I stepped onto the back patio. For the first time that day, warmth coursed through my veins as I sat on my little porch swing. I pulled my knees to my chest as I swung gently, feeling a soft breeze upon my flesh and let myself drift into my own little world.

The sun kissed the horizon, draped the sky in soft purples and pinks as it awoke. It slowly climbed the sky, casting a blissful spell over the warm morning. I sighed softly before deciding to face the cold again as I stepped into the house. He sat on the couch, a cup of coffee in his hands as he turned on videos of his favorite sports team winning. "Why don't you go out today," I suggested quietly and he shook his head. "It's too cold."

The image of the sunrise burned in my head and I grabbed his wallet and keys, threw them at him, and crossed my arms. "Get out of my house!" I yelled and he snapped around quick, his eyes wide. "What? Why...did something happen, honey?" He asked and I nodded. "I really thought things would be okay if I kept giving in. But everything feels wrong and cold. And you...you're the coldest." My eyes burned like my face had when he had pushed me into the snow. "We can work things out," He answered and stood. "What do you mean I'm the coldest?" He asked and I chewed on my lip until blood oozed. "All night, I froze beside you even underneath dozens of blankets but, this morning when I went outside...everything was so warm." He took several steps toward me and I took steps back in response. "We can work this out," He replied. "How can we work things out if I find more comfort sitting outside when the ground is covered in snow instead of underneath you?" I asked, a sob caught in my throat.

"Maybe you're just temperature confused. Isn't that a thing? We can go to the doctor, get it checked out."

Frozen fingers caressed my throat, cold dug into my skin, and ice formed in my throat as I shook my head. "Just go out today. Go hang out with your friends or do something. I want to be alone."

He opened his mouth as if to say, If you want to be alone then leave, but closed it quickly. He slowly nodded before scooping his keys and wallet off the ground. "I love you," he said softly before leaving. I opened my mouth to tell him that I loved him with all my heart but, the words remained in my throat, clinging against my vocal chords. I sighed before sitting on the couch, letting the cold surround me like a blanket of snow.