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The Snowy Desert
AN: Alright, just to touch base again, they are very silly, very short, often very OOC and frequently Christmas Themed. Oh, did I mention various pairings, 'cause they're that too. ^_~
The Snowy Desert
4x5
The sand storm blew forcefully against the canvas tents, howling ferociously as it wove through the cloth town. The oil lamps flicked inside, casting eerie shadows on the shifting, swirling ground.
Snuggled safely inside one of the massive tents, a blonde boy waited patiently for the storm to clear. He had no fear of the fierce sands that roared outside his fabric haven. He'd grown up around these dangerous sounding storms. They were almost musical to him.
Snuggled up beside the unconcerned Arabic blonde, an ebony haired Chinese boy hid, rather miserable about the fact that he was scared to death of the howling sand. It was hard for him to admit that he was frightened, but he wasn't above taking refuge where he could find it. Even if that refuge was hiding under his innocent seeming aqua-eyed lover and shivering. He was sorely wishing they could have found a better place to spend Christmas Eve.
Arms wrapped securely around his trembling-but-trying-not-to lover, he snuggled up against the Chinese boy, trying to calm him down. “It's really quite safe in here Wu-kun. Really. The sand can't get inside.” He whispered in the shell of his lover's ear.
Wufei nodded his head slowly, unconvinced. The sides of the tent were wavering back and forth in the wind too much for him to believe too much in his lover's soothing words. He curled closer to his lover, trying to appear calmer than he was. “Thank you Quatre.” He replied softly, arms wrapped tightly around the little Arabs thin hips.
Quatre smiled leaning into Wufei and kissing the Asian boy's cheek. “I'm glad you're feeling better. I think this a nice way to spend our first Christmas.” He murmured against his lover's cheek, arms curling around the other's neck, face resting against a well muscled shoulder.
Wufei forced his tensed muscles to relax, concentrating instead on the feel of his lover's body in his arms. He scooted further into the soft silken pillows and under the thick covering of blankets, dragging his lover with him. “I agree, love.” He replied in his soft voice, saved for his little lover's ears alone. Reaching up, he brushed a hand across one flawless white cheek, tracing his fingers across petal soft lips.
Quatre giggled softly, flicking his tongue out to lick Wufei's fingertip, swirling the moist appendage teasingly around the calloused digit. He was rewarded with a soft moan and the tightening of the arm around his waist. Releasing the digit he leaned up and kissed his lover lightly on the lips. “Merry Christmas Wufei.” He whispered.
Wufei smirked. “Merry Christmas to you too Quatre.” He murmured back, before recapturing his lover's lips and kissing long and hard, the blood pounding in his body drowning out all other sounds.
Outside the sand storm calmed down, leaving softly falling snow in its wake…
The End
4x5
The sand storm blew forcefully against the canvas tents, howling ferociously as it wove through the cloth town. The oil lamps flicked inside, casting eerie shadows on the shifting, swirling ground.
Snuggled safely inside one of the massive tents, a blonde boy waited patiently for the storm to clear. He had no fear of the fierce sands that roared outside his fabric haven. He'd grown up around these dangerous sounding storms. They were almost musical to him.
Snuggled up beside the unconcerned Arabic blonde, an ebony haired Chinese boy hid, rather miserable about the fact that he was scared to death of the howling sand. It was hard for him to admit that he was frightened, but he wasn't above taking refuge where he could find it. Even if that refuge was hiding under his innocent seeming aqua-eyed lover and shivering. He was sorely wishing they could have found a better place to spend Christmas Eve.
Arms wrapped securely around his trembling-but-trying-not-to lover, he snuggled up against the Chinese boy, trying to calm him down. “It's really quite safe in here Wu-kun. Really. The sand can't get inside.” He whispered in the shell of his lover's ear.
Wufei nodded his head slowly, unconvinced. The sides of the tent were wavering back and forth in the wind too much for him to believe too much in his lover's soothing words. He curled closer to his lover, trying to appear calmer than he was. “Thank you Quatre.” He replied softly, arms wrapped tightly around the little Arabs thin hips.
Quatre smiled leaning into Wufei and kissing the Asian boy's cheek. “I'm glad you're feeling better. I think this a nice way to spend our first Christmas.” He murmured against his lover's cheek, arms curling around the other's neck, face resting against a well muscled shoulder.
Wufei forced his tensed muscles to relax, concentrating instead on the feel of his lover's body in his arms. He scooted further into the soft silken pillows and under the thick covering of blankets, dragging his lover with him. “I agree, love.” He replied in his soft voice, saved for his little lover's ears alone. Reaching up, he brushed a hand across one flawless white cheek, tracing his fingers across petal soft lips.
Quatre giggled softly, flicking his tongue out to lick Wufei's fingertip, swirling the moist appendage teasingly around the calloused digit. He was rewarded with a soft moan and the tightening of the arm around his waist. Releasing the digit he leaned up and kissed his lover lightly on the lips. “Merry Christmas Wufei.” He whispered.
Wufei smirked. “Merry Christmas to you too Quatre.” He murmured back, before recapturing his lover's lips and kissing long and hard, the blood pounding in his body drowning out all other sounds.
Outside the sand storm calmed down, leaving softly falling snow in its wake…