but baby it’s cold outside.
Inspired by this.
”Oh the weather outside if frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go – let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”
The sound of Christmas music could be heard playing in the background as Alaska was sitting in Warren’s lap, lips interlocked with his. His parents were gone, same with Marta who had some ‘errands’ to run. Alaska had promised to come by to spend a few hours with him before her shift. It had been the day where Warren finished his last final of the year, which had been well-rewarded with the sweetness of her lips.
Pulling away with a toothy grin, she was happy to know that his mood had been brightened by her visiting. “Well, that was fun, but I promised my dad I would help him at the restaurant. It’s been really busy recently, due to the holiday season,” she babbled on, removing herself from the position she had been in earlier. Leaving him by his lonesome self with a puppy-eye look that usually was strong enough to bring her back in. Sighing out of exasperation, an apologetic smile peeled on her lips. “Sorry Warren, but I really can’t stay.”
Gently grabbing her wrist, he pulled her back to his chest, a sly smile on his lips. “But baby it’s cooold outside!” Her eyes grew wide at the reference. “… Are you singing??” she asked, even though she knew that he was. Of course he was. “So happy that you dropped in,” he continued, leaving her utterly confused. “Warreeeen, I’ve gotta work,” she whined, feeling how his hand moved further down to hers, intertwining their fingers. “I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice.” The sense of a pair of full lips brushing feather-light at her collarbone made her shiver, removing all sanity from her. With a small gasp, she realized what he was trying to do. He was trying to distract her from leaving, and it was nearly working. Sighing, her other hand cupped his cheek and pulled his lips back to hers for a quick peck. Thumb gently rubbing up and and down his cheek as she pulled away. “I’ll be back after,” she added, causing him to stop singing. That was a first.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” she responded, holding a short pause before commenting further. “By the way, that’s probably the creepiest song in history.” The sentiment earned a laugh from Warren and another peck. Ah yes. Yes it was.