i love the winter weather, 'cause the two us can get together

[discretion]

Who: Franz (discretion) & Daedalus (gaveherwings)
When: 1/23, afternoon
Where: On SPU Campus (by a big hill!)
Summary: Sledding date of cute and adorable.
Warnings: Sap. Probably snogging. Will warn appropriately if it goes too sexy.

[Franz's bright red peacoat stands out against the snow. One must be fashionable even in the cold, and while Franz's high boots and woolen derby might make him look more suited for riding in a carriage, he's actually quite warm, especially with the scarf Kurt knitted him wrapped tightly around his neck. He seems almost luminescent amidst all that white, his cheeks bright in the cold. He's laughing, admiring the view from the top of the hill.]

Daedalus... it's beautiful up here! I think I can see our apartment!

Comments

[gaveherwings]

An assymetrical mess.

[Daedalus declares, but the view up close is certainly lovely. And then there's the sort of kiss that's almost too well timed to be real.

This is the very finest of ways to spend an afternoon, clearly.]

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[Well, you did call him charming. Franz takes his time with this kiss, as if to speak of all the plans he has. He sets the sled down carefully, putting his arms around Daedalus, hugging him close.]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus curls his fingers into Franz's scarf and around his red lapels, pleased, and remaining there till his fingers remember that they're numb, and his feet begin stamping out little motions in the snow to keep feeling in them. He finally parts reluctantly.]

We'd best get down and home with plenty of safe time till siren.

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[Franz gives him a little nip and a grin, squeezing him.]

Do you want to steer, or should I?

[gaveherwings]

You can go ahead- sit, I'll ah... [He examines the sled with a tiny smile] I'll try and give us a running push?

[discretion]

Okay! [Franz laughs, shaking his head a little as he settles on the sled.]

[gaveherwings]

Make sure there's space for me! [He warms, bracing his hands at the back of the sled, his shoes into the snow, for a good sound shove off that starts a little clumsily-]

Lets....try...a different...start! [with a bit of grunting effort, but soon he's attempting to hop on the back end on his knees and flings his arms around Franz's shoulders, hanging on for dear life as the sled goes coasting even faster this time down]

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[Franz throws his free hand up in the air, pumping a fist. The sudden swiftness and the slope makes his heart race, so much improved by Daedalus's arms so tight around him.]

YAHOO!

[gaveherwings]

[He's leaning nearly all of his weight, making the sled very front heavy, and laughing aloud in a spirited way- still not nearly as loud as his frenchman, but with a blithe sort of adrenaline-hysteria that's good to let out.

He'll sleep very soundly, tonight.]

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[It's over too quickly, a jumble of hills and buildings and white until Franz attempts to stop the sled. It veers to one side, but they don't stop, they steer into a high pile shoveled from the sidewalk and the sled gets wedged in with a loud thump.

Franz is laughing hard.]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus too, curled right over Franz's back, is laughing and also trembling with giddy thrill, just about having gotten the hang of it. Still, this is right up there with the night they decided to give carnival rides a try, in terms of dizzying hyper-stimulation.

There is simply too much of this world to take in fully, but the desire to experience it all is fresh in him. He pulls Franz back, out of their headfirst pitch into the snowbank, and dusts some of the stray flurries and clumps off his shoulders]

We were flying, that time!

[discretion]

This was such a great idea for a date, thank you! I never would have thought of it. [He gives Daedalus a brief, tight squeeze.] Let's get you inside before you freeze!

[gaveherwings]

I only remembered I bought the sled when I stepped out side and saw all the snow- [He nods in avid agreement for warming up, beaming with a little bit of pride too. See? He can be spontaneous.]

I guess I should trust a wild impulse more often.

[discretion]

Definitely. [Franz takes his hand, swinging it between them as they head home.] Our whole relationship sort of started from a wild impulse, after all.

[gaveherwings]

Maybe more of a capricious whim.

[Daedalus sneaks a little kiss to his cheek. This has only matured into something even nicer than their all evening trysts down in the mall- the rendevous to look forward to on nights off with an overheated schoolboy's wonder and enthusiasm, this time, last year.

He's only grown to develop deeper feelings, since then, from fondness to affection to considering Franz a constant and his anchor, friend and partner and loving companion all alike.

But our best of whims have been within our time together, certainly.

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Certainly! [Franz returns the kiss, just a light peck, before they continue on. He's on Cloud 9 right now, his glow healthy, bright and pinkish.]

This is one of the best dates we've ever gone on... whatever shall I do to make it up to you?

[gaveherwings]

Make it up to me?

[Daedalus squints, about to sputter that it wasn't so tricky of a date to set up, nor did their time together require any sort of recompense, but the- ah right, that knowing wink.] Oh-hoh, make it up to me, well! Ah...

[To be honest, he wasn't quite in the mood for the naughty marathon Franz had in mind, after too many teasing phone conversations while snowed in. Daedalus would sooner just curl up and be perfectly comfortable.]

A long hot shower would be nice?

[discretion]

[Franz squeezes his hand again, laughing.] You're adorable. I'll scrub your back and help you into your pajamas, how's that sound?

[gaveherwings]

Lovely- don't let me settle in and drift off, under the spray.

[discretion]

No. I don't want you drowning. I'll never get another nice date again! [Franz snickers, sniffling a little in the cold.]

[gaveherwings]

Don't be silly. You could have your pick of nice dates beyond me...I'm sure.

[He rolls his eyes, voice dropping lower with a sudden streak of both dark humor and possessive envy- Genesis might be lining up, certainly, or-

Well, frankly if anything horrible even did happen to him, or if he up and disappeared by some horrid luck of the pull, he wouldn't want Franz to be miserable and alone forever.]

Kurt and Blaine would both date you, if they weren't already so smitten with each other.

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[Oh, you've gone and made him quite pink now. Franz is embarrassed, though pleased, and trying to remain modest.] Kurt would probably date himself if he could, so that's hardly high praise... [He mutters.]

Well, it doesn't matter anyway. All of my imaginary dates will just have to be jealous of us.

[gaveherwings]

Oh? Well who would be high praise, then? Rhapsodos? [He counters archly, casting his eyes pointedly away.] Fencing dates?

[A quieter voice, he's grasping tighter at Franz's hand suddenly, with a sheepish murmur that's far less joking and jovial]

...your imaginary dates, sometimes I think they're just waiting in the wings for me to mess it all up.

[discretion]

Are you still all bent out of shape about Genesis? [Franz shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He doesn't quite understand what Daedalus is so worried about, or maybe he doesn't want to. Of course, once the man's name is brought up he can't help but think about the possibility, and it's not something he wants to dismiss immediately, especially since the end of this date right now is going to be a lot different than what he thinks up for him and his handsome friend.

(He tries not to whine or pressure Daedalus into sex even when he really, really wants to jump his bones. He can tell his doctor boyfriend is not feeling seductive. It's been a wonderful date and no reason for a fight.

But a fencing date with Genesis might end differently... even if it wasn't something he would've thought up on his own.)]

I told you we're just friends. Fencing is good stress relief.

[gaveherwings]

I'm not bent, I- [And here he flusters, sounds a little unsure, especially now that he knows just how remarkable, physically speaking, SOLDIERs have the capacity to be.]

I've just heard rumors from sound sources that he flirts. That's all. I trust you. I just-

...you're naturally so pleasant, people could get the wrong message.