Allison x Lydia Winter prompt please Them having a furious snowball fight and ending up shivering and cuddling together at the end.
Allison Argent/Lydia MartinRating: G, Word Count:Fluff, Snowball Fight, Winter, Established Relationship
For Teen Wolf Femslash Week
Allisonâs heart is beating so fast it feels like itâs about to burst out of her chest. She needs to calm down and focus. She closes her eyes, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, and focuses on letting the tension that is fogging up her mind drain out of her. Much better.
She looks to her little pile of ammunition. There isnât much left, and from how close the sound of snow crunching underneath thick soles is, she knows she doesnât have time to make more. She takes a snowball in each hand. Sheâll throw with her left hand first, the aim will be a little off, but it might distract Lydia enough that she can get a solid hit with the snowball in her right hand.
Peeking through the windows of the car sheâs hiding behind, Allison sees Lydiaâs red beanie bobbing around the back of the car. Who wears red during a snowball fight? Amateurs, thatâs who.
Just a couple more steps and Lydia will be out from behind the car. Three. Two. Oâ
âAaaah!â Lydia screams as she jumps out from behind the car and starts pelting Allison with the snowballs she has cradled in her arms. A lot of them go wide, hitting the car or the ground, but theyâre close enough that Allison has to duck her head to avoid getting snow in her eyes. Lydia keeps advancing. More snowballs find their target, Allisonâs head, her arms, her legs. All Allison can do is stay curled in on herself and wait for Lydia to get close enough.
Finally, she sees the tips of Lydiaâs shoes from beneath her arms. She jumps up, wraps an arm around Lydiaâs waist and tackles her into the snow. Lydia goes down with a surprised squeak. Before she can recover and retaliate, Allison grabs Lydiaâs wrists and pins them down.
âDo you concede?â she asks. She lowers her face until their noses brush, then brushes their lips together in a soft kiss.
âYes!â Lydia laughs. Her cheeks are bright red, and so is the tip of her nose. Her eyes are shining with excitement and laughter. âBut only because my face is so cold I couldnât feel your kiss.â
âMe neither,â Allison admits. She sits up and pulls Lydia up with her. âAnd we canât have that, now can we?â
Allison pulls Lydia up with her, out of snow, and brushes the snow off Lydiaâs butt, smiling innocently when Lydia raises her eyebrows at her. They quickly make their way back inside, and fifteen minutes later theyâre on the couch with hot cups of tea. Lydia is trying to find a movie to watch, while Allison gently brushes the tangles out of Lydiaâs wet hair.
âI totally won,â Lydia says, dismissing Home Alone and moving on to the next movie.
âNo, you didnât! You were the one lying in the snow,â Allison protests. âThat means that I won.â
âBut I got more hits.â
âMore hits donât mean you win. When your opponent is down, thatâs when you have the victory.â
âWill you let me have this one if I agree to watch The Santa Clause?â Lydia asks, smiling sweetly at her.
âWhat if all the snowâs gone?â
âWeâll find some place that still has some. Iâll drive all the way to Canada if it means I get to win,â Lydia proclaims.
Allison snorts. Like thatâll happen.