Clarke drew closer and lay her head on his shoulder. He breathed her in, all snow and ground and trees. He wove his arms around her middle, she sighed happily, and suddenly he knew. This was bliss; calm and joy and all steeped in love.
He didn’t enjoy the freezing cold, but if every snowfall was this way, Bellamy was pretty sure he could let it slide.
;; MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS, YA’LL!!! Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably looking at this thinking ‘but, Jabber, it’s still November! It’s not Christmas yet!’ WRONG!! It is the month of pre-Christmas! I am feeling festive, and happy, and I don’t care about Thanksgiving except for the turkey. CHRISTMAS TIME IS HERE, FOLKS! AND I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE!!