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Summary: Luca and Asana spend their first Christmas in Reitz, but it is Luca’s first time seeing snow.
Climbing into bed, Luca was beside her drawing in his sketchpad. It had been little over a year since Asana failed to enrol in the academy and Luca left the academy to begin a new life with her, and it was the first time they had been home for the winter season since they had travelled across the nation.
“What are you drawing?” she wondered, curling her arm around his upper arm and cuddling up to his side.
“…Um, don’t get mad, but you as a Christmas pinup,” he turned the sketchpad around a little to show her under the bright orange light radiating from their bedside lamps.
She saw her face and figure wearing a revealing elf costume, and the image was so realistic that she began to blush a deep shade of red. Pushing away the pad, she averted her gaze in embarrassment, “Why would you draw something like that?”
He abandoned the pad to his side table and kissed her lips, “Relax, I don’t expect you to do anything you are uncomfortable with,” he smiled and laid himself down on the bed, and opened his arms to invite her into his arms, “Come into these arms, where you belong.”
It certainly was cold, and she wanted to cuddle him too. She gently climbed into his arms and felt his tight embrace around her body. Her hands rested on his chest where she could feel his beating heartbeat, but her head rested on his shoulder buried within his neck. They spent a minute of peaceful silence, cuddling up to each other, and eventually her lips found his, “I love you, Luca,” she confessed.
“I love you too, Asana,” he confessed too.
She slipped down to his side as he shifted their bodies as they kissed passionately and cuddled each other. He broke away first and rested his forehead against hers, with a huge smile on his face and one on hers too.
Looking up into his sparkling emerald eyes, “You know, Christmas is right around the corner,” Asana squeezed him to bring him closer and kissed the tip of his nose, “When the snow begins to fall, we hold a festival in town to celebrate the coming of winter and Christmas.”
Hearing her mention it snows here, his emerald eyes sparkled with excitement, “…I have never seen the snow, or really had anyone to celebrate Christmas with because I was always locked up. And where I stayed, it never snowed. Of course, the academy had perfect weather all year round.”
She brushed his spikey green fringe from his eyes, and cradled his face between her hands. A pink smile spread across her face as his figure completely covered her and filled her vision, with her head buried comfortably on and between the excessive number of pillows and the blankets creating a wall of warmth around their bodies.
“…I understand how it feels to be lonely on Christmas but…we have each other now and we can begin making new memories, start our own traditions, and when we marry and have our own family, we can create a legacy,” she kissed his lips again, “Let’s make new memories together, Luca.”
She rubbed her nose against his, in response he held her close and dipped his head to trail kisses across her cheek, to trace her jawline and descending down her neck, “Sounds like a good plan to me,” he agreed, talking and peppering her body in sweet cuddles and kisses, “What was your Christmas like before your parents passed away?”
Each time he pressed his lips to her body, a satisfying jolt of pleasure rushed through her, and she drowned in this beautiful moment. Somehow, she managed to answer his question, her voice sounding somewhere between her normal tone and sweet humming, fuelled by his touch, “Well, Mom and I would cook a feast, with glazed ham and turkey for lunch. We’d play in the snow… Mom would play the piano and we sang carols…we would play board games or watch movies at night. One Christmas, Dad and I…built a fort using every sheet and pillow in the house… he’d use magic to read me stories until I fell asleep,” at the end of her story, Luca pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately.
As they passionately kissed and cuddled, and Luca revisited her neck with his lips and going further down her chest, Asana had opened her eyes. Something white falling outside had caught her attention, then more white specks started falling and she smiled. Stopping Luca from kissing her, she bounded off the bed and fished out there winter clothes from the drawers, throwing him his clothes.
He looked confused, “Telling me to put on clothes while we were beginning to undress is the worst insult you can give a guy,” he joked, wondering why they were getting dressed so late at night.
“Hurry up and put them on, would you,” she laughed, pulling her warm clothes of the top of her cotton pyjamas, “Trust me.”
He pulled the warm clothes over his semi-naked body, Asana helping to tighten his trousers, “These can come off soon, I promise,” she winked at him, and held him by the hand to walk outside.
Snowflakes rained from the sky above them and slowly began to cover the ground. Trees in the forest behind her home bared their skeletons and the stream flowing by her house had frozen over. She twirled in the falling snow with a smile on her face, and Luca tried to catch the falling specks of it in his palm. Seeing it for the first time, is a brand new experience and he was with the one most precious to him.
Asana watched his curious face change into a warm expression of happiness, “What do you think? The first of the snow is falling,” she smiled, and he held out his hand for her to take.
“It’s cold,” he laughed, and she laughed with him, “But, it’s also beautiful,” he said, and she placed her hand in his palm. He grabbed it gently, and began dancing with her in the falling snow, not caring that the frozen freckles of ice were dusting their hair and clothes. “Though, I thought it is supposed to pile?”
Her hands were in his as he lead them in a music-less dance in the falling snow, and she giggled at his adorable innocence, “It will, then the snow war will begin?” she smirked devilishly.
“Snow war?” he tilted his head in confusion.
“Reitz’s all in snowball fight. The town is divided in two, north versus south. Whoever lives in whatever direction will decide the teams, which we are south, and the town becomes a skirmish rink.”
“So, you all just throw snowballs at each other?” Luca smiled, he loved this town and the craziness of their traditions, “I suppose it is small enough to have an all in snowball fight.”
“Yeah, and each hit is worth one point but if you get hit you are deducted a point. Whichever side as the most points, wins, but the individual with the most points wins a prize and the individual loser gets a clump of coal. It’s fun.”
Luca was already looking forward to this Christmas, and looked around the house, “We need to make some decorations for our house. We want to make our first Christmas of many the most memorable. Oh, and we should film it,” he gathered his wand and cast a spell on the video camera inside the house to film them dancing in the falling snow to document this memorable holiday that had only just started.
“What about when we go upstairs?” Asana worried, whispering her question to him, and Luca smiled, she knew that smile, “Not happening, Luca. I swear if you film us making love, I will cast a spell on you.”
“It will be our secret,” he teased.
“No.”
“It will be only us to watch it,” he added.
“You are perverted,” she narrowed a glare at him.
He chuckled, “You didn’t pick that up from the naughty elf pinup of you?”
“You just turned a beautiful moment, into something dirty,” she glared at him, and in the next moment trip over her feet, bowling him over and landing on top of him.
“And here you are on top of me?” he smiled, enjoying the view of her on top of him. He held her so she couldn’t escape him and rolled them over so that he was on top, and hovered over her enough so the snow didn’t fall into her eyes.
She laughed and then his lips pressed on hers again. Her hair sprawled across the ground, and he pinned her hands either side of her face as they kissed passionately though slowly in the falling snow. “Luca, let’s go back to bed,” she whispered, brushing her nose against his.
He picked her up in his arms, kissing her as he carried his love back to their warm bed, and somehow managing to deactivate the flying camera for the time being. Their first Christmas at home had only begun.
