A/N: yes I know, Yavin 4 would never get snow…but just suspend some belief for a minute okay? lol. Hope you guys enjoy!
There’s not many days that happiness and fun are palpable in the air on a rebel base. Today, however, it seems to permeate every square inch of the base on Yavin 4. It was strange to wake up to a thick blanket of snow on the ground, and even weirder for there to be little to no work to be done. It’s like the entire galaxy was on hold as fat flakes of snow fell from the sky.
Bubbling laughter filled the open space of the air strip as you and the rest of the mechanics hurled snowballs at one another. The cold wind made your cheeks sting and your nose feel numb as you ducked and dodged the frozen projectiles, all while packing a new lump on snow between your hands. But the smile never left your face. Not even when a familiar raspy bark filled the open air, and caused everyone around you to freeze in place.
“What do you all think you’re doing?” Cassian calls, approaching your ragtag group of friends with a less than pleasant look on his face, “Just because a little snow falls doesn’t mean you all don’t have work to do.”
The rest of your mechanic crew stands stiffly, hands at their sides as they all mutter a quick ‘Yes, Captain Andor!’ before scurrying away to make themselves look busy. You sighed, and looked up to your boyfriend with a pout on your lips.
“Cass!” you whine indignantly, “What was that for?” you turn to look at the area around you, noticing how utterly alone you were now, “We were having fun for once! And there’s no work to do anyways, why - ah!”
You cut yourself off with surprised cry as a wet clump of snow hits you right in the back of the head, busting into an array of scattered pieces afterwards. You turn around to see a smug looking Cassian gazing at you, tossing a snow ball up and down in his hand. You smile as you stoop down to gather a handful of snow, “You little -” you dodge a well aimed snowball, “I’m going to get you back for that!”
“We’ll see about that,” he says, “you never were a good shot.”
You huff at his but can’t help the smile that splits your lips, or that laughter that bubbles from your chest and slips from your mouth in puffs of fog into the air. You and Cassian exchange throw after throw, him hitting you much more than you manage to hit him. Despite losing the game physically, hearing Cassian’s warm laughter fill the open air makes you feel like you’ve won the lottery.
You’ve managed to work your way closer to him as the snowball fight goes on, and you are just about to sneak up on him when he turns around abruptly. His hand stops yours from crushing the snow onto his head, but in his haste he trips over his own feet and you both go tumbling into the snow, you landing on top of him. Neither of you can help the laughter that escapes you as you push yourself up so you are hovering just above Cassian. Your nose brushes his gently as you look down at him, his eyes sparkling as he smiles up at you.
“I love you Cassian Andor,” you whisper, lips brushing against his as his hand comes to cradle your face. You hear him breathe the words back to you as he connects your lips.
And as you lay there on the ground, surrounded by falling snow and the bitter cold, you can’t help but feel completely and utterly loved and filled with warmth.
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