36. Jack Frost (Lumax)

A/N: So... hehe... hey y'all. You must be hating me right now but please forgive me! I've been really, really, very, very drowned and up to my eyelashes in homework and presentations for class. Also, on Monday, one of my closest friend's dad passed away, and I really wanted to be there for her, and it really got me down to see her so bad, so I wasn't in the mood to write either. This is for iAmCC.

PROMPT: "Jack Frost might not be nipping at your nose right now but I can do that for you." "Oh my god, shut up!"

It was early January of 1986 and snow covered the grassed front yards in Lucas' street. The thick white cape buried everything that resided before in the Sinclairs' lawn, and Erica had spent the past afternoon giggling madly with Holly Wheeler as they dug through the snow to find buried sticks and leaves with their tiny pink plastic shovels.

Supposedly, the Party was going to hang out the whole week, rotating between Mike's, Will's, Lucas', Dustin's and El's homes to engage in their usual Party-like shenanigans; but by fate, that very crisp morning, they had decided to take a break from each-other. (Dustin alleged to have received more than enough sight scarring from Mileven, and his usual share of Max for a month's worth).

Although he had been seeing her throughout the whole week, Lucas had invited Max to hang out at his house. One of the main reasons was because she was still a bit down from the holidays (or more specifically, how her family celebrated them), and the other was because he seemed to never get enough of her these days.

He was woken up from his thoughts by a cold rain of snow being splatted on top of his head. He gasped as some fell inside his orange winter jacket, numbing the skin of his neck as his attacker cackled in front of him.

"Holy shit!" He yelped, shaking the hood of the jacket with one gloved hand while Max continued to laugh behind him. "You witch!"

"Oh, we're calling each other names now?" Max asked with a teasing grin, the tip of her nose and her freckled cheeks tinted a bright pink from the cold.

"I'll tell you what else we're doing now!" He threatened, grabbing a handful of snow from the ground and flinging it back at her, laughing joyfully as she shrieked when it landed on her face.

"Not at my face, you idiot!" Her nostrils flared (still pretty when she's angry, some sappy voice on the back of his head whispered) and she reached up to yank the black beany that was pinning her ginger locks from her head, clutching it on her hand and pointing with it at him.

"Oh, not the face?" He laughed as he flicked the damp remains of the snow from his gloves at her. "Everything but the pretty face, huh?"

She glared without heat at him, her lips pursing into the smallest of pouts as she placed the beany between her legs to free her hands as she begun to take her gloves off.

"What're you doing?" He asked as he walked towards her, his footsteps leaving deep prints in the snow. "You'll lose some fingers."

"Bite me!" She pouted up at him, pausing her removal as he took her elbows in his hands. She flicked the glove that was currently hanging off of her fingertips at his face, chuckling softly when he flinched.

He took her pale hands in his and began to wiggle the gloves back down her slim digits, taking a little too much time in tracing the lines in her unclothed hand. When he was done, and her hands were black-fabric covered again, he laced their hands, the thickness of the gloves making it harder to squeeze their fingers together. His dark eyes looked deep into her blue orbs, the clearness in them blending with the copper of her locks and the fairness of her skin, making a clean and soft palette of colors that Lucas thought matched the whiteness of the snow and weather perfectly.

"What you lookin' at?" She whispered teasingly as she watched him observe her.

"You're all pink." He mumbled with a lopsided smile, widening it into a full grin when she flushed deeper, reaching up to touch her nose gently.

"It's the cold." She explained with a little laugh as she slipped her beany on again.

And even though he knew it would probably land him a well-deserved bruise on the shoulder, or a sharp elbow in the ribs, he couldn't help himself.

"Jack Frost might not be nipping at your nose right now but I can do that for you." He grinned at her.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Max groaned, her gloved hand pressing against his face in a gentle shove as he laughed maniacally under it.

He suddenly grabbed the sides of her face, getting her closer to his own, and he nipped at her pink nose with his teeth, emitting an indignant cry from the redhead.

"Lucas!" She yelped as she jerked away from him, wiping at her nose with the back of her clothed hand. "Gross!"

"Oh, you think my saliva is gross?" He asked in a teasing tone, smirking when she caught his meaning. "Good to know."

"C'mon, stalker," She rolled her eyes, taking his hand in hers and walking towards the front of his house with deep footsteps. "I think I saw your mom making hot chocolate before we came out here, and if you're lucky enough, I'll let you snuggle me in front of the fire."

"I didn't know snuggle was in your vocabulary." He commented idly, obviously teasing, as they wiped their wet boots on the mat.

She turned around abruptly, letting go of his hand to take his cheeks in her hands like he had done to hers. "I'll tell you a little secret though," She leaned in to press her cold lips on his, the stark coolness in her soft mouth making his own lips tingle, but he didn't know if it was from the cold, or if it was pure her. "It is in yours."

His eyes lit up as she laughed, taking his hand again as she turned around to twist the handle of the front door, and the smell of hot chocolate hit his nostrils instantly.

Turns out, snuggle was in both of their vocabularies that afternoon.

Did you guys like this little piece? I wrote this in school when I had a free period, sorry if it was too short lol. Please all of you be the little darlings I know you are and go show some love to my other story. I love all of you! Xo.