"Cerridwen, are you almost done in there?" Kite called from where he sat in the livingroom. He had piled up the pillows and blankets from the three bedrooms into a sort of nest in front of the couch, right by the warmth of the fireplace. A few pillows were propped up against the couch, and he was sitting with his back leaning against half of them.
"Just a second," Cerridwen answered from the kitchen. She set a dirty pot in the sink, filled it with water, and then retrieved two mugs filled with steaming hot chocolate from the table. Being careful not to spill them, she made her way into the livingroom and stepped into the blanket nest. Easing herself down to the floor, she handed Kite one of the mugs and leaned against the pillows next to him.
"Oh, thank you," Kite said, gingerly taking hold of the incredibly warm mug. "This should definitely help keep us comfortable."
"Mm-hm," she agreed, tucking her knees up to her chest and clutching her mug of hot chocolate.
The two had both changed into pajamas, somewhat altered to accommodate for the nonfunctional furnace. Kite left on his white turtleneck and put on a pair of black fleece pajama bottoms (and still wore his hat), while Cerridwen had changed into her favorite skull-print pajama bottoms and a slightly oversized royal blue cowlneck sweater. They simply sat there for a while, sipping the hot chocolate, basking in the warmth of the fire, admiring the twinkling lights hung about the room. They finished their drinks and set the empty mugs aside, stretching out and burrowing themselves under the blankets.
Suddenly, Cerridwen gasped.
"Kite, look," she whispered, pointing toward the large window across the room from them.
Kite shifted his gaze from the tree to the window to see that, among the flickering stars in the ebony sky, a flurry of snowflakes was cascading to the ground.
"It's beautiful," Kite commented, his stare transfixed on the snow. He watched as the flakes layered themselves on top of the pillows of snow already draped upon the tree branches across the road, still visible under the bright glow of moonlight.
Cerridwen trembled violently; Kite jumped slightly and turned to eye her concern.
"Still cold?" he inquired, tilting his head.
Chuckling, she nodded. "A little, yeah. I'm sure I'll warm up soon though."
Gently, Kite wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Soon isn't soon enough," he said with a smirk. "Come here."
Cerridwen pressed herself closer against Kite's side, the heat radiating from his body pulling her in. Sighing, she laid her head on his chest and rested her hand on his opposite shoulder near the base of his neck.
"Kite?" she said quietly, reaching up and twirling a stray strand of his ivory hair around her finger.
"Hm?" he replied, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
"Do you seriously still sleep in your hat?" she asked with a giggle, before reaching up and tugging playfully on its brim.
"Sometimes," he admitted, taking it off and setting it on the couch behind them, "but not tonight."
Cerridwen chuckled, before carefully sliding upward to plant a delicate kiss on Kite's cheek, relatively close to his ear. Involuntarily, Kite closed his eyes and shuddered, a faint band of pink crossing his face.
"Wha-what was that for?" he asked in a breathy voice as Cerridwen nestled her head against his chest once more.
"Thank you, Kite," she answered in a whisper, lightly squeezing his shoulder.
He exhaled through his nose in amusement. "For what?"
Cerridwen scoffed. "For everything, silly. The tree, the lights, the decorations, the braid in my hair...hell, even the mistletoe kiss."
Kite felt a grin sweep across his face.
"Thank you for our first 'real' Christmas," she finished, starting to play with his hair once more. "It means more to me than you know."
Kite's smile grew as he brought his hand up to gently stroke her hair, bringing his other arm over to wrap around her petite waist. Cerridwen let out a contented sigh, her gaze fixed on the flickering glow of the hearth.
"Merry Christmas, Wildflower," Kite cooed, lightly kissing the top of her head.
Cerridwen's heart skipped a beat.
"Merry Christmas, Snowflake," Cerridwen responded in a gentle voice. Closing her eyes, she let herself get lost in the steady sound of Kite's heartbeat, the rhythmic pattern of his breathing, the soothing sensation of him stroking her hair, and the secure feeling of his strong arms around her.
Kite gave a soft smile as Cerridwen began to unconsciously stroke the side of his neck with her thumb, more than likely starting to drift off to sleep. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in aromas of burning wood, pine needles, and Cerridwen's vanilla scented shampoo. For the first time in a while, he felt completely at peace, like everything was right in the world...and he couldn't help but wonder if it was because it was the first time in a while that he and Cerridwen had managed to be alone together. Before Ging, the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms on a regular basis; Kite was just then realizing how much he had missed it.
Cautiously, Kite turned his head and planted one more tender kiss upon the sleeping Cerridwen's forehead.
"You have no idea how much you mean to me," he breathed, reclining his head on his pillow and pulling the blankets tighter around them both before embracing Cerridwen once more. "And I don't know if you ever will."
Shutting his eyes once more, he gradually drifted off to sleep.