I know it has been forever, but I finally have some free time now, so I'll be able to write a lot more. I do plan on adding more to this collection of ficlets, so stay tuned for more soon.
Here's a little something to brighten up your Friday!
"C'mon, Pep. It's not that cold out."
Pepper rubs her arms, teeth chattering wildly. "Are you kidding me? You're not the one in a skirt and heels."
Tony's eyes drop to her well-dressed feet. "Are those the Louboutins I got you for your birthday?"
"Yes, and I know they were expensive, so there's no way I'm wearing them out in the snow. They'll get all wet and ruined."
"Oh, they didn't cost that much. And it's worth every penny to see those legs all propped up in them."
Pepper rolls her eyes. "Tony, I know these shoes cost more than my monthly paycheck."
"Well it's a good thing you've got a billionaire for a boyfriend. I'll buy you some new ones for Christmas. Some red ones."
Pepper sighs patiently. "I can't wear red, Tony. It clashes with my hair."
"Oh. I didn't think of that." He frowns slightly. "Not even on your feet? That seems a little extreme..." he trails off, distracted by an intricate snowflake that has landed on his sleeve.
Pepper hops lightly from foot to foot in a desperate attempt to keep warm. "Can we go inside now? Those cookies my mom was baking are probably done by now."
"C'mon, Pep." he says again. "I'm sure your parents will leave us some. And how often do you get to play in the snow? Never, in Malibu."
"Tony, no, it's too cold." she whines and turns to go back inside.
"Oh, no you don't!" He grabs her around the waist, lifts her off the ground, and steps out into the snow, leaving the warm cover of the porch. Pepper squirms futilely in his strong arms as the thick snowflakes settle in her hair.
"Tony! No! Put me down!" she shrieks, laughing despite herself. He tracks through the snow for a ways before finally lowering Pepper lightly to the ground and lying down beside her. He stretches out, limbs splayed.
"What are you doing?" Pepper asks.
He grins again and begins to move his arms and legs up and down in the snow at his sides. "Making a snow angel."
She laughs and lays back down, copying the movements she remembers from her childhood. "I haven't done this since I was a little girl." she says.
When they get up to admire their work, they're both cold and wet, but neither of them care. They just stand there in the snow, holding hands and looking down at their two angels in the snow.