Paul couldn't help but be endeared by the wonderment on her face.

Every lamppost had her pausing to watch the snowflakes leisurely descent around them, fingers fled from his own or the area above his gluteus maximus and wiggled to capture the unique glittering flakes that fell between their bodies. Her tongue darted out often, and now and then, she pulled out of their snuggling embrace and danced and twirled under the shining lights and snow fall. Lips pulled extra wide, smiling like she had won the lottery. But he thought he might have instead.

Cheek to cheek she danced him along the lane, laughing at the music playing in her head. Music so silent yet so meaningful he quickly fell into step and instinctively heard the melody right along with her. Happiness. Life.

She hadn't said a word. Not one about who he was. She cocked her head to the side once and studied him after a graceful twirl on the freshly laid snow. Eyes strolling leisurely over his features, grinning shyly after the candid once over.

Again and again cold fingers sought the inside of his jacket. Lying flat or stroking along his shirt. Her palms flat and open against his back, like they belonged there. Like he was her furnace and she the one that feed the fire. And the snuggling and squeezes did his head in. Because it felt right, tight and contentment tugged at the edges. Nothing over flirty, nothing decided, nothing promised. Just two lonely people joined at the hip wandering the streets of enchantment. Silent, snowy London.

Now he stood on the steps of the building and Nat hovered undecided by the roadway, teeth biting, with a tad of worry, into her lips. This, right now, was it. The moment she took the plunge into this swimming pool of unknown or stayed safe and dry on the edge.

He was gorgeous and seemed very nice, chatty, a spark of wonderful in his eyes or was that the devil Nat spied?

He grinned, with a slight nod of assurance for good measure and she slunk along the cliff of yeses and no's. The snow fell a little harder now and her beanie caught a load; she laughed as she shook her head free of the interloper snowflakes. The skies seemed set on meddling with Nat's immediate choices.

She should find a cab, but the streets are so empty.

She should flee from his doorstep, but uncle Kevin's was oh so very far away.

He grinned, and she was drowning in him.

He held out his hand; she ran to his side.

Someone had been a chum and turned up his furnace. Probably Neil, he lived in the same building. Overcoats fell from their shoulders as they groaned at the warmth in delight.

She was close now, cuddling close. Cold fingers outlined his features, touched his cheek, reached for his hat. He heard her gasp as she took in that it was him. It was the man from the railing, one of those guys. One of that band her cousins screamed about. But she didn't cause a fuss because he wasn't just that; some one dimensional being. He was flesh and blood and warm, oh yes, so so warm.

"You recognise me, don't you" Paul couldn't help it. The women just latched on and wanted more of Beatle Paul. Maybe she wanted taking out, money splashed on her, or all her friends to be privy to him. Like he was a flea in a circus.

Nat nodded and lay a finger over his lips, silencing his mind and voice.

"I didn't know til now but! I don't know which one you are. I'm not wacko like my cousins. I saw a Beatle staring out of that cover... And a man standing before me"

"I'm-"

"Ut, Ut, Ahhh. Not so fast. Silence is golden. I'm me and you... You are you" Nat was mad she immediately decided. The cold had frozen her brain which must be currently located in her big toe. "A little mystery is nice. Do we really need names when we had all those touches as we strolled, the comfortable feeling we felt in each other's company, makes us closer than words ever could"

"So what do we do?" Paul tugged off his boots as the mystery lady almost hugged the warm furnace at the wall "Do I call you a code name like 007?"

"Mister Bond... "Nat shook her head, a few droplets of water bounced off her shoulders as she worked her boots off her frozen toes. Paul was on her in a jiffy, wiggling wet sodden socks off bright pink feet. Shaking his head as he stared down at his hands trying to rub warmth into them "That tickles Mister Bond!" She giggled and tousled his hair playfully as he leaned down in front of her.

"Bond, yeah right and it's Paul, you know. Just in case you're not sure... don't want you wandering out telling everyone Ringo, John or George were your evening snow fight companion" Nat rolled her eyes and smirked. "You're one little ice cube, you are! Come 'ed, let's get you some new clothes. All right if I'm Bond you are......" Paul grappled for a name to suit her. Mentally tossing aside anything too flowery. His aha moment happened as he glanced over Nat's shoulder, out the window "Snow-angel!"

Nat frowned "Ohhh bum, I didn't make a snow angel or a snow man did I! I'm so silly"

"Well, you got the man" Paul hummed with satisfaction as Nat held his hand and strolled down the hall.

"That I did. That. I. Did...."

"Here, those should do" Paul lay a clean shirt over the end of the bed and a pair of boxers beside. Grabbing his own he walked to the opposite side of the room, then faced the wall. He was being a gentleman. She was strong accepting the offer to accompany him up to his flat for warmth but just like a snowflake she could melt if he got too hot and heavy on her too quick. "I'll face the wall, alrigh. You can change there or the bathroom... but it most likely is chilly in there. Ya know, the tiles and such"

"Here's fine. Just fine"

And so they stripped- shirts unbuttoned and discarded, trousers dragged down. Paul stood rooted to the spot, the very thought of her undressing so close steeling him. Knowing that she was so near to unfastening her bra, tugging down her panties...

"You know.... Blankets would be good to warm chilly bodies" Nat commented across the quiet expanse. His bed did look inviting, pillows piled high, bedspread straight, a woollen blanket peeping out neatly. She hadn't the foggiest idea why she was lingering. But linger she did, fingers working over her back towards her bra clip. Waiting, waiting..

"Aye, very. I have more... in the hall cupboard... if you want to wrap up in one?" Paul didn't budge, the silence of the night, every breath she took laced around him. Willing him to take, willing him to plunder. But she was like all those snowflakes.. precious, fleeting, unique.

"Turn around, won't you? Please" Nat let the words float to his ears, willing him to turn. He had been so, so good, a gentleman. But tonight was a dream, a wonderful chilly discovery of another human just as icy cold from the winter temperature as she. She was ready for heat. She craved it with him, from him. He turned, his lip bitten, sensing what he would encounter. Skin.

Her fingers toyed one last time with the clasp. Toyed with his eyes. The dark orbs watching her hand fiddle then finally release her flesh for his pleasure. Nat reveled in the admiration that burst in his eyes as they dropped and skittered over and down her limbs. His lips mouthed 'Snow-angel..' as she slipped her panties to the floor.

Morning broke sullenly over the city, deep slews of snow-bound commuters, addled drivers, causing workers to arrive late.

Paul lay quietly listening to the sounds of the city struggle with the weather. But here, in bed, the weather was fine. Sunshine warm, bundled in blankets, limbs wrapping him tight. Her hair spilled over him and his pillow. The snow-angel of the night a fetching brunette with tiny freckles and warm toes in the pale dawn light struggling in through his bedroom window.

He never wanted to leave this bed, not today anyway. Not til he had a name and place and phone number. Her accent was a worry though. Well, not because it was horrendous, but more for what it meant. She would leave, either soon or eventually. But she would indeed leave this country and head across the world to whatever town in Australia she called home. It was what he wanted wasn't it? Simple, casual, no strings.

This dream of a night could be banked for future lonely Christmases or long boring days spent travelling through snow-covered countryside on tour. Her lips moved over his chest and she woke without fear, her eyes only filled with comfort in his presence. He lifted her chin let his lips work with hers, deepening the kiss as she grinned and let him in. He never wanted to leave his bed, not today anyway.

"I have to" Nat kissed him quick three times, the fourth lingered and delved and had him grasping her thighs to come back to him. "Crikey man, insatiable you are"

Paul flopped back in the pillows playing with his pouty bottom lip as Nat, not him, pulled her dry socks on her feet. "What's your name then?"

"Snow angel" She giggled and looked about for her beanie. Oh, it was in Uncle Kev's overcoat pocket!

"Com' on, throw us a bone, a crumb at least" Paul groused good-naturedly. Finally, his tables had been turned. The female was the one looking for her boots not himself. "Hey! I'll tell you what. How bout tickets to our show next week. That would be good, eh?"

"It would... but I already have a ticket thank you very much. Uncle Kev surprised Lou and I with them just yesterday morning. Gee, that feels like eons ago. Lou will be so angry at me, not telling her where I was...."

Bolting upright in the bed Paul reached for the girl with no name. Skimming fingers through the air as she leapt off the bed before he had a chance to grasp her. "Name Angel please... come on what's the harm"

"My unsullied reputation"

"Pffff"

"Hey!" Nat enjoyed teasing him, she bet he had all the girls begging for this, her own night in his spotlight. Nat jumped back on the bed with a giggle at the thought of his spotlight. "I'll have you know I'm a right upstanding member of the community sir! Why do you want my name, it's not like we'll cross paths again. All and sundry will be at that concert of yours." Nat lay in his arms and snuggled, he was an excellent snuggler. She had to be hard in a way, she wouldn't be here long. He wouldn't have a devil's chance of even spying her next week and it was too far from her home to his to contemplate anything more than one night. Also, it was much too early to even hope that she could snag a spot at the Royal Veterinary College in London. Nat rolled on top of him, his chest rising and falling under her "I'll be a bug on your windshield by then..." Nat closed her eyes and pretended to nap, they had had a fairly big night after all.

"Name, Angel...."

"Nat.... Natalie"

He grinned down at her as she opened her eyes to spy his reaction. He was glowing from her admission "Natalie... I like that. Do you know where you are sitting at the show? I'll send Mal out to find you or you could come back here?" Paul curled her hair around his fingers then pressed her nose. She smiled, who wouldn't. "You're very pretty"

"Hmmm, you have already been in my pants mister" But she squirmed anyway, having decided a morning roll in the preverbal hay would be a wonderful way of saying goodbye. "But you can get in them again..."

Paul pounced, she screamed, delighted in his attack; and pretty soon the clothes, that had been on, were off.