Z.H.| Snow in LA

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Song Recommendations
Cold In LA by WDW
White Christmas by Michael Bublé

I live in California-Los Angeles to be exact-and I have never experienced a 'white Christmas' as described by the popular song played throughout shopping malls in December. I have always imagined it to be something out of a book or as seen in the hallmark movies; a beautiful coat of glistening white, the sound of it crunching beneath your winter boots like if you were munching on a snow cone in the summer, and having a snowball fight with your friends and family then making snow angels the next minute.

Christmas is only a few days away and that's my only wish. I want to experience snow.

"Tell me about the snow grandma," I pleaded to her when I was a child. 

"Oh, y/n, snow may be beautiful, but it can be a huge pain in the keister," she had always warned before going on about one of many snow storms she had experienced back when she lived in Michigan.

Grandma passed two years ago, and not a winter day goes by where I don't wish she was there to replay one of her stories about the snow.

"Whatcha thinking about?" my boyfriend, Zach asked, joining me on the couch.

I hadn't notice that I zoned off into another dimension as I sit gazing at our large, full tree decorated with off-white string lights.

"Just grandma," I sigh quietly and nuzzle into his shoulder.

He doesn't say anything for a while, just letting me cuddle against him, his body heat warming me up.

"I wish I could've met her," he says, leaning his head against mine.

She died a month before Zach and I started dating.

"You would've loved her," I smile sadly at him, trying not to let tears spill past my eyes.

I've told Zach all about her and her stories of a white Christmas. It helps me heal-talking about her with him.

"Hey, let me show you something," Zach breaks the dreary silence by standing up and holding his hand out to me.

I cock my head to the side and take his hand hesitantly, "where are we going?"

My question is answered quickly when he walks us outside to our backyard. The sun starts to set, blasting a golden orange through the pale blue sky.

"You wanted to show me our backyard?" I question.

"No," he shakes his head, amused, "just wait here."

Zach runs back into the house, and I don't see him for a couple minutes, until I look up and spot him on the roof of our shared house and my heart immediately beats out of my chest.

"What are you doing up there?" I shout, "please be careful!"

He just holds up a finger, telling me to wait yet another moment as he grabs some weird machine, sets it on the roof and pushes a button before running off again.

I'm so puzzled by his actions, heaven knows what he's doing.

He runs through the house and returns to me outside and he just smiles at me for a moment until I see it. A snowflake.

I reach a hand out to collect the snow as more snowflakes start falling from the sky. I twist my neck, looking up and realizing that it's coming from the bulky machine Zach had set on the roof.

My eyes peer into Zach's smiling ones, and I smile so wide as my eyes start to water. I step closer to him and cup his rosy cheeks in my hands, "you made it snow in LA."

He bows his head shyly for a moment and looks back up at me, "I couldn't bring you to the snow,  but I figured I could bring it to you."

"No one has ever been so thoughtful," I tilt my head, admiring the warm soul that lives inside my boyfriend.

"I love you," he smiles, closing the gap between our bodies by bringing me closer to him.

"I love you too," I smile, a single tear slips from my eye but is quickly wiped away by the pad of Zach's thumb.

A layer of snow has coated the smooth concrete of our backyard, so I take the opportunity to lay down and start flailing my arms and legs like I've seen people to in movies.

Zach chuckles as he lays beside me and joins me in the flailing of arms and legs.

We goofed off for a while, making small snowmen out of the faux snow, and crafting snowballs in our hands and tossing them at one another even though there wasn't much weight to them until the machine shut off. Our pool was littered with white flakes floating along the surface, but we'd worry about that later. The sun had parted from the sky as the moon appeared and turned the sky a very dark shade of blue.

Zach and I went back inside, shivering from the winter weather. We grab a large sherpa lined blanket and snuggle closely together underneath it on the sofa.

"I'm so glad you're mine," I confess, looking up at his chocolate eyes.

"I'm glad you're mine," he smiles, capturing my lips in a kiss.

Our lips seem to melt together in the romantic kiss, as his fingertips trace along the bare skin of my waist underneath my sweatshirt. He deepens the kiss, tilting his head and tangling his hand in my unruly mop of hair. He adjusts our position on the couch so that I'm underneath him as he takes his time leaving small love bites on my neck and collarbones. He's very gentle with his actions, making sure I'm comfortable and letting me know he cares about making me feel loved.

His hands slowly roll the fabric of my sweatpants down, tossing them and my underwear onto the floor next to the couch. He does the same for himself, taking his shirt off of himself, but letting me stay cozy in my warm sweatshirt. Zach adjusts after rolling the condom on, draping the blanket back over us as he slides inside of me, letting me adjust to his size. We've been intimate many times but it still takes a moment for me to adjust to him stretching me out.

Zach thrusts slowly, gradually picking up the pace, making love to me while making me go wild as if he were only fucking me. We eventually make it to our highs and ride them out together.

After we've completely come down from our highs and cleaned up, we watch a movie on the couch as we unwind for the night.

Part of me thinks that my grandma somehow sent him to me, and if there's anyway that that's the case, I am forever grateful.





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This was originally something completely different, sometimes you have to scrap imagines to get the inspiration.

What's your favorite Christmas song?

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