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Saturday, February 14th, 2015
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| 4:28p | Fic - Snow Day Title -- Snow Day Author--  cornerofmadnessDisclaimer -- Arakawa owns all Rating -- teen Characters/Pairing --Roy, Maes Word Count -- 355 Warning -- none Summary -- Roy and Maes are snowed in. Authors Note -- Written for the  fmagiftexchange for kirathaune. XXX Look at this. Maes shoved the curtains back, letting a cold light in. Roy buried his face in the pillow. Hed been up half the night studying. The Rouse hasnt even played yet. Go back to sleep, you idiot. The bugles recording of the Rouse that piped into the dormitory daily at Five AM cut off anything Maes would have to say. Happy? Theres your wake up call. Get up and come see. Maes rapped the frost-flowered glass with his knuckles. Roy dragged out of bed, trying to smooth down the coarse-haired nest on his head. His eyes widened as he got to the window. The cold leeched off the glass. Outside it had snowed overnight, and in incredible amounts. It must be sixty centimeters deep! Roy cried, thinking on how much calisthenics would suck in that mess. On the other hand, he was still young enough to want to go play in it. At least. Its beautiful. Roy took in the trees and their snow-clad limbs. It is. A sharp rap on the door startled them. Maes went to answer it. Kilsby, an upper classman stood there. Classes are canceled, he announced brightly. And theres going to be sled races at noon. What are we using as sleds? Maes asked. Cafeteria trays. Kilsby grinned. That sounds safe. Well be there, Maes said. Great . Kilsby headed down the hill to spread his news. Roy jumped back in bed. He could get some more sleep. Really? Going to squander a day off. Maes arched his eyebrows. What do you suggest? In answer, Maes locked the door then bounced into bed with Roy. He wrapped his arms around Roy, kissing him hard and long. Oh, yeah, this is better than sleep. Roy grinned. I should hope so. Maess hand drifted down Roys body. I need to be nice to you before I beat your pants off in the sled race. You just want my pants off. Roy smirked. You protesting? Never. Roy ran his hands through Maess hair. Not going to happen. I didnt think so. It might be cold outside, but Roy couldnt be warmer. |
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