Snow - Catfish verse QBrook
Writing little fics for my beloved @imreallyjustanactor based off our wonderful ship and the prompts found here. This one, snow.
Cris still couldn’t believe his luck. Somehow, of all the people in the world, Richard Brook had fallen in love with him. Even though Cris had basically accused him of being a liar when they met. But here they were, enjoying a date on a cold London night, bundled up enough that no one had recognized Rich and they were allowed to act like a normal couple and not a celebrity and his unknown lover.
Walking along the Thames, holding hands and simply reveling in the chance to be together without their jobs getting in the way, Cris smiled as he saw the first few flakes of snow begin to fall. He smiled at Rich, feeling breathless at the beauty of his boyfriend, particularly as the white flakes gathered on his eyelashes and made him look otherworldly.
“I love you,” Cris said, saying what he had felt for a while but worried about putting into words. The moment seemed right and his hands rested on Rich’s hips as he looked at his love.
Rich seemed speechless for a moment before he kissed Cris long and hard, pulling back long enough to smiled, “I love you too.”