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You woke up in a really good mood today. It’s been snowing all night, and now everything looks so beautiful, white and sparkling in the bright morning sunshine.
You adore snowy days. They give you a feeling of this absolutely childish joy, as if you’re like 10 years old again and can go outside to play snowballs instead of going to school. Smiling to yourself, you put on your jeans, a warm sweater, a jacket and a pair of uggs, and happily step outside. Standing on your porch, you inhale deeply. The air is fresh and chilly, but the sun is still warm against your face. What a lovely morning!
Suddenly your blissful thoughts are interrupted by someone cursing loudly in the distance. You turn your head to see your neighbor in not the best of moods. Shovel in his hands, he grunts, trying to clear the path to his garage from all the snow.
“Hey there, Swaino!” you greet as you approach him. “What’s going on? You don’t like the snow?”
“Shit, I fuckin’ hate it,” he grumbles. “How am I supposed to get my Ducati out? There’s a goddamn mountain of snow!”
“Don’t be so grumpy, T. Look how beautiful it is!” you grin at him before leaning down to grab some snow in your hands and quickly making a snowball.
“Yeah right… Beautiful, my ass… HEY! What the hell do you think you’re doing??” he exclaims when your snowball hits his shoulder.
“Ah, come on! Don’t you love a good old snowball fight?” you smirk, already making another snowball.
“Ouch!” This time he almost manages to duck away. “Alright, game’s over, sweetheart,” he throws the shovel away decidedly and grabs a huge pile of snow with both hands.
“You won’t dare,” you say teasingly.
“Oh I absolutely fucking will!!”
He already swings his arm to throw the snow in your direction, but suddenly trips and falls down on his back in the pile of snow with a muffled “Ffffuuuck!”
It’s absolutely hilarious, as if he’s a cartoon character or one of those guys from instagram reels Packie shows you sometimes, so you can’t help but burst out laughing at the sight.
“Oh my god, Swaino… Looks like an instant karma really does exist,” you giggle. When there’s no answer, you feel a bit bad for him. What if he really hurt himself?
“Are you okay?”
Silence. Frowning, you come closer, looking down at him with concern.
“Hey, Swaino, are you-”
“Gotcha!”
His hand suddenly wraps around your ankle and jerks swiftly. You yelp as you lose your balance and collapse on top of him.
“What the hell was that??”
“You wanted a fight, there ya go,” Swaino grins from ear to ear.
“Oh, very smart of you. You know, I could have accidentally smashed your balls falling on you like that,” you scoff as you attempt to get up.
“Nuh-uh, not so fast, darlin’!” seizing your waist, he makes another quick move, rolling you down on your back and hovering on top of you.
“Swaino, what the fuck? Let go of me!” you protest, trying to push him away with no success - he simply catches your wrists, pinning them down above your head.
“Guess I won the fight, huh?” he raises his eyebrows, eyes smiling. “Instant karma, am I right?”
You want to be angry with him, but this mischievous look on his face is disarming. And also the position you’re in - pinned beneath the man, his knee between your thighs… It makes the heat wash over your body despite the frosty air and the snow that got underneath your collar.
“Alright, you won. What now?” you shift your hips a little, trying to wiggle away, but only making your crotch rub against his leg.
“I dunno,” he rasps, leaning closer. “Do you?”
His breath is warm against your skin, and you hate to admit what these big dark brown eyes are doing to you. It’s hard to tell who makes the first move, maybe you both do, but the next moment Swaino’s lips are on yours. It’s not a rough, possessive or a needy kiss as you imagined making out with this man could be like. His lips are soft and suddenly gentle as they move from your upper to lower lip, and it’s like he even hesitates for a split second before letting his tongue dive all the way in to meet yours halfway, licking into your mouth with a pleased hum. The tickle of his beard feels just as good… No, even better than you imagined, and if your wrists weren’t still pinned to the ground, your fingers would already be in his hair, tangling and tugging, and making a mess of him.
“That was nice, yeah?” your noses bump for a moment as he finally pulls back, his voice slightly hoarse, cheeks flushed, content smile on his lips.
“Yeah,” you agree, wincing at the unpleasant sensation of snow melting against the back of your neck and the small of your back where your rather short jacket hiked up. “Would you please let me go now? I’m all wet… From the snow I mean,” you clarify, seeing his amused expression.
“From the snow, really?” he teases, finally releasing you from his grip.
“You’re such a dumbass,” you huff, taking his hand and letting him help you get on your feet.
“Yeah, maybe… something tells me you kinda like it though,” he winks as you give him a playful punch.