TITLE: "When It Snows" (1/1)
AUTHOR: mcee
SITE: http://fangy.net
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
SUMMARY: The best thing about playing in the snow is that you get to warm up later.

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Spike blew a small cloud of condensation in the air in front of him, then watched it dissipate to reveal the smiling pink face of his mate. Xander's cheeks and nose were an invigorating red, and big chunks of snow, pristine white against dirty brown, clung to his curls, making them droop slightly onto his brow. His eyes were dancing.

"This is great!"

He grinned from among the folds of his coat, this plump space-age thing, annoyingly yellow with touches of black and silver for style and a sporty look Xander couldn't otherwise pull off. It still had that store smell. A thick flannel scarf was wrapped twice around his neck, fierce keeper of the Xander-heat. Spike never thought he'd be so happy to see him engulfed in so many layers.

The boy's gloved hands gestured wildly, his arms flailing happily in the falling show. He was looking heavenwards, his boots cracking the snow underneath them. "I've never seen anything like it."

"That's because you sodding California kids are so into navel-gazing that it never occurred to you that other places might have a little charm, too."

Xander peered at him, amused, his eyes squinting from the bracing wind. "So you drag me and my navel all the way to Vermont?"

"I don't do things half-assed," Spike stated smugly with a confident nod of his head.

"Clearly. Why not Iceland then? Or hey, Alaska. Which we were closer to than here, by the way."

"Okay, I love snow and ice and cold, but I don't *love* snow and ice and cold."

"Gotcha." Xander regarded his leather coat and bare throat with a slight look of worry. "Aren't you cold?"

Spike grinned. "Probably."

Xander yanked off a mitten with his teeth and reached out to touch Spike's neck. He dropped the mitten. "Ow! Yeah, you're cold."

Spike's grin turned mischievous. "Maybe that was the plan."

"Oh I see. You haul me all the way across country to get some? I'm flattered by the intricacy of the plan, but really, any flat surface back home would've--"

"Maple syrup."

Xander blinked at Spike quizzically. "What?"

Spike came to stand toe to toe with him, and poked him squarely on the chest. "They have good maple syrup here." He quirked a brow as though that would explain everything.

Turns out it did, and Xander felt warm again in places he thought he had lost to hypothermia.