Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

Again... I need to wash my brain out. Have yet to find a brain wash though so I'll have to wait on that for later. I hope you enjoy!!!! I would have posted it earlier but I always like to think on these "scene" warning ones.

sarahlet2999

P.S. Ever noticed how the suffix "ish" can be applied to ANYTHING? One of the most versatile suffixes in the English language, I personally believe.

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YN's POV:

I looked outside and sighed wistfully. It was snowing and freezing cold but I wanted to go outside. It was so beautiful...

"Thinking about something, YN?" I jumped slightly and turned around to see my fiancée walking towards me. I grinned and nodded.

"Yep, David. I was thinking about going and playing in the snow. I know it sounds kidish but it still sounds like fun." I turned away from him and looked back at the snow. He walked up behind me and pulled me against his chest.

"It does sound like fun now you mention it." I glanced over my shoulder and up at his grinning face. Those mismatched eyes sparkled and I turned around so I could lay my hands on his shoulder.

"May we go outside?" I said and planted a soft kiss on his lips and ran a hand over his sandy blond hair. He rolled his eyes.

"How can I say no when you're looking at me like that?" He stole a quick kiss before letting me go.

"Go get dressed. I don't want you catching a cold." I darted off to my room and quickly changed into some heavier clothes. Once I had dressed, I ran down stairs and found David standing at the doorway, also dressed for the cold. I grinned and looped my arm with his as we headed down the steps of his home.

The moment my feet touched the front yard, I let go of David's arm and bent down to make a snow ball. Before I even had the chance to throw it at him, one collided into my arm. I gasped and looked at my fiancé. He was looking away and pretending to be innocent.

I playfully glared and threw a snowball right at his shoulder. It hit and he glanced at me in pretend surprise. I giggled and reached to make another.

Suddenly, one collided with me and the culprit who had thrown it set off running.

So, began our snowball fight. It ended an hour later when we both decided we were too cold to keep going. We made our way into the house and made some hot chocolate.

I was sitting in his lap when his FREEZING hands moved under my shirt. I gasped a bit and was about to ask for a reason when he whispered in my ear.

"My hands are cold. Your body is warm... No," I could almost feel his smirk. "No, it's hot." I knew he meant that in more than once way. My skin tingled under his touch and I forced myself not to react too much no matter how tempting it was.

Slowly, his hands moved upwards. Though they were freezing, they were leaving a burning path up my torso. His fingers were nimble as they unclipped my bra. It was strapless so it just fell free. By now, my heart was racing but I didn't stop him as his still frozen hands cupped my breasts.

My eyes closed and my thoughts were getting cloudy. Slowly, his hands massaged my breasts and I bit my lip to keep from whimpering. It felt amazing!

"Did I ever tell you how perfect these are?" He whispered huskily in my ear. "They are a perfect fit for my hands... I don't believe a more perfect pair exist." My mouth came open of its own accord and I silently moaned.

His hands worked them over and imprinted the feel of them into his mind. A thumb ran lazily over my nipple and I stifled a yelp. He pinched it and I did yelp! I didn't have a chance to say anything as his lips locked onto mine and his hands kept their rhythmic motions.

I was becoming increasingly aware of something pressing into my hip. I gasped into his mouth as I realized this was turning him on! Majorly! Suddenly, his cold hands vanished from under my shirt and his mouth left mine with an approving smack.

"Well, I think that warmed my hands." I playfully glared at him.

"And everything else." I snapped back. His eyes darkened slightly but before he could respond our doorbell rang and I jumped up to answer it, trying to fix my bra before I reached the door.

I managed it and let my parents in. I prayed they didn't notice the blush on my cheeks. They didn't. Thank goodness for that!