(Disclaimer: Well, ya know, they're not mine. And I've gotta live with that.)

"It's snowing," she remarks, quietly, from her position of being wrapped around me, on her couch.

"Yeah?" I lean down and kiss the top of her head, taking a second to inhale her shampoo. It's nothing too overpowering or feminine, but it's still got a scent of fruit and flowers.

"Mmm," she sighs, snuggling closer – if she can get any closer to me. "The neighbors' kids'll be out there soon. Wanna join 'em?" She looks up and there's mischief in her eyes.

"Let's leave the snow to the kids," I suggest, catching her in a kiss. She doesn't argue.